Professor Keller, chapter 7
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 8/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; suicide atempt, brief violence, mind games.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Alison listened to the police officers, she understood what they said, but she couldn’t feel anything but a strange numbness. When she was asked a question she couldn’t answer, her brain seemed to have stopped working. She felt very grateful when the Professor stepped in and took charge to find out what had happened. He went with her to identify Peter’s body, holding her arm and he stayed with her until a white-faced Janice came with the first morning train.
Peter had, about the same time Alison had fallen asleep on her sofa, walked out straight in front of a bus who hadn’t even had time to brake until it was too late. Later she was told that he had been seen walking up and down the street for half an hour, clearly agitated, but no one had thought it worth more than a passing glance. When asked she had to say that Peter had indeed not been happy for some time and that yes, their marriage had had difficulties. Yes, they had been away trying to salvage it, but no, she had not for a moment thought he was depressed enough to contemplate suicide, let alone go through with it.
Alison knew she ought to grieve, but she could not really shake off the numbness, making her feel like she was living in a haze. It only slipped occasionally, but the only thing she felt then was guilt. She ought to have understood how bad it was for Peter, she ought to have done more. She said as much to Janice who told her it was nonsense, she couldn’t read minds and if Peter never said anything about his plans, how was she to know? Her doctor said the same and prescribed something to calm down her nerves. But Alison didn’t take the tablets, she felt she deserved her guilt and if she failed Peter once again when she couldn’t grieve properly, she should at least hold on to her shame.
She went through the funeral in the same state and most of the memorial service as well. The Professor kept close to her and made sure she did what she was supposed to do. Her home filled with friends, but Alison could barely make herself listen to them. Not until the old lady next door sidled up to Alison to offer her condolences.
“It must be very hard for you though you must have a great support from the dear Professor. He was so very worried about you, I hope you didn’t mind I phoned him as soon as I saw your cab. And as things turned out I’m glad I did, I would so have hated for you to be alone when you got the horrible news.”
“Not at all,” Alison murmured automatically, but then she registered what she had heard and with that came a terrible realisation. She had assumed the Professor had come to her as soon as her neighbour had called him, but he had known about them coming home hours before he actually arrived. Her thought swirled faster, the fog she had been living in since Peter’s death lifted and she could see things clearly. Too clearly.
She could see Peter leaving their home and she could see the Professor’s black car gliding up beside him. Peter in the car and the Professor talking, and Peter looking dazed just as he had when he almost hit her. There had been enough time for the Professor to talk for a long time. Telling Peter what to do and, oh how important that must have been, when. How blind she had been, blind and stupid. Peter had been alive when the Professor had been with her, but that wouldn’t have mattered if he had already been told what he was to do. And the Professor had known when he had comforted her, had known when he had watched her sleep. Waiting for her to wake up and find out what had happened.
Alison's glass slipped from her hand, breaking in pieces at her feet. Some of the splinters hit her legs, but she hardly felt it. Janice was at her side in an instant, taking her away to her bedroom. She helped Alison to remove the glass from her legs and put her to bed.
“It’s been too much for you. I’ll go down and make sure people leave now and then I’ll come back to you, darling.”
“No” Alison said. “I want to be alone, Janice, please. Just leave me alone. And please, tell the Professor to go as well, I only want you here with me tonight. Promise me!”
When her sister had left Alison sat up in bed. All fuzziness was gone from her mind, she felt wide awake now, She was completely certain she was right. The Professor had murdered Peter and she could tell no one. Who would believe her anyway, he had been with her when Peter died. If she accused him, people would believe she had gone mad from grief, they would feel sorry for her, but they would also think she was crazy. Expect the Professor who would do something to her, which no one would ever believe either.
It was impossible to sit still, she paced her room in quick restless strides as if she could walk away from it all. She could walk away for real, right now. She could empty her jewellry box and leave just with the clothes on her body. Slip away and truly disappear, leaving her whole life behind, it didn’t matter anyway because there was no Peter in it anymore. But was what the point fleeing now when Peter was gone? Build up a new life for what? For nothing and she thought she would forever look over her shoulder expecting the Professor to find her.
Alison stopped abruptly when she spotted the bottle of Valium that she had hardly touched. It occurred to her what an easy way out it could offer. If she took the tablets, all of them, she would die too. She wouldn’t have to miss Peter and she wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore. A small voice inside told her she wasn’t really rational, that Janice would be devastated and why didn’t she sleep on it, but she ignored it. She had to and she would do it right now and it would all be over for her. Almost feverishly she filled a glass of water and set out to swallow the pills. She had no idea how long it would take, so she decided to go on as long as she could. But she had not swallowed more than a dozen when the Professor came in to the room. Alison should have known that Janice would not have been able to withstand his special form of persuasion. He took one look at her and ran up to her and yanked her to her feet, his face furious.
“Foolish girl!”
He dragged her to the bathroom, viciously forcing her mouth open and thrust his fingers down her throat. She tried to bite him, but gagged and threw up instead. He asked her how many tablets she had swallowed and when she didn’t want to answer, he struck her face before he made her throw up again. Then Janice was there and she could hear the Professor order her sister to phone a doctor. It all went blurred after that. Alison started to cry and she could hear Janice saying she ought to go to a hospital and the Professor assuring her that a doctor at home would be enough because he had discovered what she had done in time.
Alison woke up in her bed the next day, feeling as if someone had tried to turn her inside out. Her body ached and her throat felt raw. For a moment or two she couldn’t remember why, but then memory flooded back. A movement made her turn her head and to her alarm she saw the Professor there. He was smoking on of his cigars, watching her intently through the smoke.
“Ah, good. You are awake.”
His voice was pleasant and calm, but when he came to sit on the side of her bed Alison shrank back from him. She remembered the fury he had shown when he had found her, she knew it had not been fear for her life, but true anger. Defiance was probably not her best stance now, but she couldn’t keep the words inside her anymore.
“You killed Peter!”
He shook his head in concern. “How can you say that? Of course I didn’t. You know that, I was with you the whole time. You are just overwrought, which is quite understandable.” A note of steel crept into his voice. “Your recent behaviour, however, cannot be tolerated.”
He carefully folded down the comforter and Alison didn’t dare to stop him. He looked down on her with a pleasant smile, sliding down the straps of her night gown. His hand trailed over her chest, coming to rest just under the junction between body and shoulder on her left side. The smile deepened, became cruel and oddly expectant. His hand moved over her skin, caressed her face and then he put it over her mouth instead, pressing down hard.
“Don’t make a sound.”
Then he very carefully pressed the glowing end of the cigar against her skin at the point his hand had been. Despite his words Alison screamed, but the sound was muffled by his hand and her eyes filled with tears from the sudden pain. He placed the cigar on the bedstand and leaned down over her. His eyes were cold and deep and terribly ancient and Alison felt as if she was drowning.
“You are not allowed to die. You will obey me, because if you don’t, I will make sure everyone you care for will suffer.“ His thumb brushed over the burn mark and Alison winced. “This is nothing to what I will do to them if you try anything like this again, and I’ll start with your tiresome sister. Do you understand me?”
His hand slid down, resting at her throat instead. Alison nodded, and the hand tightened, making her choke slightly. “What did you say, my dear?”
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled down at her, all affable again and covered her with the comforter.
“You are exhausted. Your sister is talking of taking you home with her and I think it sounds like an excellent idea. She lives in the countryside, doesn’t she? I’m sure the fresh air will benefit you and I like to know precisely where you are. I have some business travel to attend to; I will leave for China shortly. You will go with your sister now and when I want you, I will send for you.”
The Master rose, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he left. Alison curled up in her bed, another scream building inside her, but she buried her face in her pillow instead, forcing the scream to die. Now she was trapped again, and this time even more firmly than before, now there was no way out at all.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 8/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; suicide atempt, brief violence, mind games.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Alison listened to the police officers, she understood what they said, but she couldn’t feel anything but a strange numbness. When she was asked a question she couldn’t answer, her brain seemed to have stopped working. She felt very grateful when the Professor stepped in and took charge to find out what had happened. He went with her to identify Peter’s body, holding her arm and he stayed with her until a white-faced Janice came with the first morning train.
Peter had, about the same time Alison had fallen asleep on her sofa, walked out straight in front of a bus who hadn’t even had time to brake until it was too late. Later she was told that he had been seen walking up and down the street for half an hour, clearly agitated, but no one had thought it worth more than a passing glance. When asked she had to say that Peter had indeed not been happy for some time and that yes, their marriage had had difficulties. Yes, they had been away trying to salvage it, but no, she had not for a moment thought he was depressed enough to contemplate suicide, let alone go through with it.
Alison knew she ought to grieve, but she could not really shake off the numbness, making her feel like she was living in a haze. It only slipped occasionally, but the only thing she felt then was guilt. She ought to have understood how bad it was for Peter, she ought to have done more. She said as much to Janice who told her it was nonsense, she couldn’t read minds and if Peter never said anything about his plans, how was she to know? Her doctor said the same and prescribed something to calm down her nerves. But Alison didn’t take the tablets, she felt she deserved her guilt and if she failed Peter once again when she couldn’t grieve properly, she should at least hold on to her shame.
She went through the funeral in the same state and most of the memorial service as well. The Professor kept close to her and made sure she did what she was supposed to do. Her home filled with friends, but Alison could barely make herself listen to them. Not until the old lady next door sidled up to Alison to offer her condolences.
“It must be very hard for you though you must have a great support from the dear Professor. He was so very worried about you, I hope you didn’t mind I phoned him as soon as I saw your cab. And as things turned out I’m glad I did, I would so have hated for you to be alone when you got the horrible news.”
“Not at all,” Alison murmured automatically, but then she registered what she had heard and with that came a terrible realisation. She had assumed the Professor had come to her as soon as her neighbour had called him, but he had known about them coming home hours before he actually arrived. Her thought swirled faster, the fog she had been living in since Peter’s death lifted and she could see things clearly. Too clearly.
She could see Peter leaving their home and she could see the Professor’s black car gliding up beside him. Peter in the car and the Professor talking, and Peter looking dazed just as he had when he almost hit her. There had been enough time for the Professor to talk for a long time. Telling Peter what to do and, oh how important that must have been, when. How blind she had been, blind and stupid. Peter had been alive when the Professor had been with her, but that wouldn’t have mattered if he had already been told what he was to do. And the Professor had known when he had comforted her, had known when he had watched her sleep. Waiting for her to wake up and find out what had happened.
Alison's glass slipped from her hand, breaking in pieces at her feet. Some of the splinters hit her legs, but she hardly felt it. Janice was at her side in an instant, taking her away to her bedroom. She helped Alison to remove the glass from her legs and put her to bed.
“It’s been too much for you. I’ll go down and make sure people leave now and then I’ll come back to you, darling.”
“No” Alison said. “I want to be alone, Janice, please. Just leave me alone. And please, tell the Professor to go as well, I only want you here with me tonight. Promise me!”
When her sister had left Alison sat up in bed. All fuzziness was gone from her mind, she felt wide awake now, She was completely certain she was right. The Professor had murdered Peter and she could tell no one. Who would believe her anyway, he had been with her when Peter died. If she accused him, people would believe she had gone mad from grief, they would feel sorry for her, but they would also think she was crazy. Expect the Professor who would do something to her, which no one would ever believe either.
It was impossible to sit still, she paced her room in quick restless strides as if she could walk away from it all. She could walk away for real, right now. She could empty her jewellry box and leave just with the clothes on her body. Slip away and truly disappear, leaving her whole life behind, it didn’t matter anyway because there was no Peter in it anymore. But was what the point fleeing now when Peter was gone? Build up a new life for what? For nothing and she thought she would forever look over her shoulder expecting the Professor to find her.
Alison stopped abruptly when she spotted the bottle of Valium that she had hardly touched. It occurred to her what an easy way out it could offer. If she took the tablets, all of them, she would die too. She wouldn’t have to miss Peter and she wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore. A small voice inside told her she wasn’t really rational, that Janice would be devastated and why didn’t she sleep on it, but she ignored it. She had to and she would do it right now and it would all be over for her. Almost feverishly she filled a glass of water and set out to swallow the pills. She had no idea how long it would take, so she decided to go on as long as she could. But she had not swallowed more than a dozen when the Professor came in to the room. Alison should have known that Janice would not have been able to withstand his special form of persuasion. He took one look at her and ran up to her and yanked her to her feet, his face furious.
“Foolish girl!”
He dragged her to the bathroom, viciously forcing her mouth open and thrust his fingers down her throat. She tried to bite him, but gagged and threw up instead. He asked her how many tablets she had swallowed and when she didn’t want to answer, he struck her face before he made her throw up again. Then Janice was there and she could hear the Professor order her sister to phone a doctor. It all went blurred after that. Alison started to cry and she could hear Janice saying she ought to go to a hospital and the Professor assuring her that a doctor at home would be enough because he had discovered what she had done in time.
Alison woke up in her bed the next day, feeling as if someone had tried to turn her inside out. Her body ached and her throat felt raw. For a moment or two she couldn’t remember why, but then memory flooded back. A movement made her turn her head and to her alarm she saw the Professor there. He was smoking on of his cigars, watching her intently through the smoke.
“Ah, good. You are awake.”
His voice was pleasant and calm, but when he came to sit on the side of her bed Alison shrank back from him. She remembered the fury he had shown when he had found her, she knew it had not been fear for her life, but true anger. Defiance was probably not her best stance now, but she couldn’t keep the words inside her anymore.
“You killed Peter!”
He shook his head in concern. “How can you say that? Of course I didn’t. You know that, I was with you the whole time. You are just overwrought, which is quite understandable.” A note of steel crept into his voice. “Your recent behaviour, however, cannot be tolerated.”
He carefully folded down the comforter and Alison didn’t dare to stop him. He looked down on her with a pleasant smile, sliding down the straps of her night gown. His hand trailed over her chest, coming to rest just under the junction between body and shoulder on her left side. The smile deepened, became cruel and oddly expectant. His hand moved over her skin, caressed her face and then he put it over her mouth instead, pressing down hard.
“Don’t make a sound.”
Then he very carefully pressed the glowing end of the cigar against her skin at the point his hand had been. Despite his words Alison screamed, but the sound was muffled by his hand and her eyes filled with tears from the sudden pain. He placed the cigar on the bedstand and leaned down over her. His eyes were cold and deep and terribly ancient and Alison felt as if she was drowning.
“You are not allowed to die. You will obey me, because if you don’t, I will make sure everyone you care for will suffer.“ His thumb brushed over the burn mark and Alison winced. “This is nothing to what I will do to them if you try anything like this again, and I’ll start with your tiresome sister. Do you understand me?”
His hand slid down, resting at her throat instead. Alison nodded, and the hand tightened, making her choke slightly. “What did you say, my dear?”
“Yes, Master.”
He smiled down at her, all affable again and covered her with the comforter.
“You are exhausted. Your sister is talking of taking you home with her and I think it sounds like an excellent idea. She lives in the countryside, doesn’t she? I’m sure the fresh air will benefit you and I like to know precisely where you are. I have some business travel to attend to; I will leave for China shortly. You will go with your sister now and when I want you, I will send for you.”
The Master rose, leaning down to kiss her forehead before he left. Alison curled up in her bed, another scream building inside her, but she buried her face in her pillow instead, forcing the scream to die. Now she was trapped again, and this time even more firmly than before, now there was no way out at all.
