Doctor Who BBCN10 - The Nightmare of Black Island by Doctor Who Page B
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headed away from the coast and back towards 80
the lighthouse. Bronwyn had pleaded with the Doctor to try and make it to the boat. Surely they would be safe out at sea? The Doctor had refused. Once they were out on the open ocean, they would be trapped, easy prey for any of the creatures that could swim or fly.
No. They needed room to manoeuvre, not to mention time for him to formulate some kind of plan.
The sickly glow from the lighthouse and last remnants of the dying sun had afforded them glimpses of the things that now prowled across Black Island. Some crawled on squat legs, others writhed on tentacles. Spider shapes and dinosaur shapes mixed with strange combinations of scales, feathers and fur. The creatures truly did come from the imagination of children; they conformed to no known process of evolution. Limbs and bodies had been thrust together with imaginative abandon, the colours of their hides drawn from the palette of a nursery-school painting set.
Not that it made them any less dangerous. Each of the shambling horrors was equipped with a fearsome armoury of fangs and claws.
The Doctor had watched as just one of the monsters had cut a bloody swathe through the colony of seals, wiping out dozens of them with each swipe of a razor-sharp claw.
He had had to stop Bronwyn from rushing forward to try and save them. Instead, he had dragged the old woman away. And now they were trapped here, back at the lighthouse, hiding in the shadows, desperately trying to stay out of sight as the monsters spread out across the island.
The fact that the creatures had appeared within moments of the machine in the lighthouse springing to life had connected two more pieces of the puzzle and the Doctor had started to formulate some very nasty theories. He badly needed to examine the machine more closely, disable it if at all possible, but when they had arrived at the lighthouse they found the doorway blocked by a shambling, lank-haired beast with huge tusks, gnawing on the remains of one of the unfortunate seals.
Keeping to the scrubby gorse bushes and darting from boulder to boulder, they had managed to make it around to the far side of the 81
lighthouse. Now the Doctor was just waiting for the right time to make a dash for the doorway.
He peered around the base of the lighthouse. The creature had its back to him, concentrating on its meal. A thick tail, studded with wicked spikes, thrashed aimlessly. There was no chance of getting past that without being torn to pieces. The rest of the monsters were concentrated over by the decimated seal colony, feasting on the corpses that littered the rocks.
‘What are we going to do?’ Bronwyn’s voice was trembling. ‘The things are everywhere.’
‘If we can just get back inside the lighthouse I can lock us in.’ The Doctor brandished his sonic screwdriver. ‘It won’t take long. We just need a few seconds to get through the door.’
‘We’ll never make it with that thing in the way.’
‘We need a distraction, that’s all.’ The Doctor took another peek around the lighthouse. ‘And I think one is just arriving.’
The distraction came in the form of another of the beasts from the children’s nightmares. Gorged on seal, a spindly spider-like creature clattered towards them, mandibles dripping with gore. The thing blocking their way to the lighthouse gave a low grumbling roar, its tail smashing down on the rocks. With an ear-splitting screech, the spider thing launched itself forward and the two monsters crashed together, tumbling end over end down the slope towards the thunderous surf.
Seizing the moment, the Doctor caught hold of Bronwyn’s hand, hauling her up and dragging her around the doorway. He bundled her inside the lighthouse, heaving the heavy steel door shut with his shoulder. Leaning all his weight against it, he fumbled for his sonic screwdriver. It sprang to life with a keening buzz, the blue light at its tip fusing the metal of the door to its
the lighthouse. Bronwyn had pleaded with the Doctor to try and make it to the boat. Surely they would be safe out at sea? The Doctor had refused. Once they were out on the open ocean, they would be trapped, easy prey for any of the creatures that could swim or fly.
No. They needed room to manoeuvre, not to mention time for him to formulate some kind of plan.
The sickly glow from the lighthouse and last remnants of the dying sun had afforded them glimpses of the things that now prowled across Black Island. Some crawled on squat legs, others writhed on tentacles. Spider shapes and dinosaur shapes mixed with strange combinations of scales, feathers and fur. The creatures truly did come from the imagination of children; they conformed to no known process of evolution. Limbs and bodies had been thrust together with imaginative abandon, the colours of their hides drawn from the palette of a nursery-school painting set.
Not that it made them any less dangerous. Each of the shambling horrors was equipped with a fearsome armoury of fangs and claws.
The Doctor had watched as just one of the monsters had cut a bloody swathe through the colony of seals, wiping out dozens of them with each swipe of a razor-sharp claw.
He had had to stop Bronwyn from rushing forward to try and save them. Instead, he had dragged the old woman away. And now they were trapped here, back at the lighthouse, hiding in the shadows, desperately trying to stay out of sight as the monsters spread out across the island.
The fact that the creatures had appeared within moments of the machine in the lighthouse springing to life had connected two more pieces of the puzzle and the Doctor had started to formulate some very nasty theories. He badly needed to examine the machine more closely, disable it if at all possible, but when they had arrived at the lighthouse they found the doorway blocked by a shambling, lank-haired beast with huge tusks, gnawing on the remains of one of the unfortunate seals.
Keeping to the scrubby gorse bushes and darting from boulder to boulder, they had managed to make it around to the far side of the 81
lighthouse. Now the Doctor was just waiting for the right time to make a dash for the doorway.
He peered around the base of the lighthouse. The creature had its back to him, concentrating on its meal. A thick tail, studded with wicked spikes, thrashed aimlessly. There was no chance of getting past that without being torn to pieces. The rest of the monsters were concentrated over by the decimated seal colony, feasting on the corpses that littered the rocks.
‘What are we going to do?’ Bronwyn’s voice was trembling. ‘The things are everywhere.’
‘If we can just get back inside the lighthouse I can lock us in.’ The Doctor brandished his sonic screwdriver. ‘It won’t take long. We just need a few seconds to get through the door.’
‘We’ll never make it with that thing in the way.’
‘We need a distraction, that’s all.’ The Doctor took another peek around the lighthouse. ‘And I think one is just arriving.’
The distraction came in the form of another of the beasts from the children’s nightmares. Gorged on seal, a spindly spider-like creature clattered towards them, mandibles dripping with gore. The thing blocking their way to the lighthouse gave a low grumbling roar, its tail smashing down on the rocks. With an ear-splitting screech, the spider thing launched itself forward and the two monsters crashed together, tumbling end over end down the slope towards the thunderous surf.
Seizing the moment, the Doctor caught hold of Bronwyn’s hand, hauling her up and dragging her around the doorway. He bundled her inside the lighthouse, heaving the heavy steel door shut with his shoulder. Leaning all his weight against it, he fumbled for his sonic screwdriver. It sprang to life with a keening buzz, the blue light at its tip fusing the metal of the door to its
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