Chapter 6

Drast was frozen on the spot by the words engraved into the metal; all the rumors and stories he had heard were true. It was amazing what a few letters on a door could do, he began to get nervous, he thought they should leave now. He became more nervous until he could hear his heart beating in his ears.

  His eyes flared as he saw the Doctor grasp the handle wheel, he was going to open it. Drast quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “Don’t! Haven’t you heard the stories? If Genetic Industries is an illegal company, they’re not going to let us go off and blab our mouths off are they?”

  The Doctor pulled his arm out of Drast’s grip and returned to the wheel. “Can’t you remember why we’re here? This is where the distress signal is coming from, they might be hurt,” the Doctor then took hold of two of the handles on the wheel, his hands immediately began to burn on the freezing cold metal. He let out a small cry and withdrew back next to Drast, his hands were on the verge of frost burn, he began to rub them as fast as he could to bring back some warmth and circulation in his blood.

  “This door hasn’t been opened in a long time, must be frozen into position,” said the Doctor as he fished his hands back into his pockets and yet again produced the sonic screwdriver. He aimed it at the wheel and pulled down the trigger, the sonic vibration that emanated from it was louder and more erratic this time, it pierced into Drast’s head causing an unusual ache. Drast quickly covered his ears with his gloved hands, he watched in amazement as the wheel struggled to spin itself round clockwise, chunks of ice that had frozen the wheel into position quickly chipped off and hit the floor. After the wheel had turned three times it stopped to a halt as a small click emanated from the door.

  The Doctor released the trigger and Drast was free to remove his hands from over his ears. He slowly dug the device back into his pocket as he produced his handkerchief from the other pocket. He then stepped forwards and wrapped the small sheet of material around his hand; he then continued to grasp the handle wheel and pulled the door open. He struggled from the weight of the door, as it opened forty five degrees the thickness of the door was revealed to be six or seven inches thick.

  The Doctor let go of the door and left it to ram into the wall, his mind was concentrated on the room beyond the door, it was dark, cold and mysterious, something he was used to.

  “Doctor, we have to go back, now,” pleaded Drast trying to tug at the Doctor’s arm.”

“No, come on, lets get it over with,” said the Doctor as he took out a large metal torch from his right hand pocket. He pushed forward a small switch on the handle of the tool and proceeded into the darkness.

From this angle, the mysterious figure seated in the chair was not visible, the back rest was too large and shadows were slowly digesting most of the chamber making any sight of the animal, creature or man invisible.

  The chamber itself was cylindrical like a very small tower; spreading to the height of an average house until it led into a cone. Every space on the side of the chamber was covered in screen, switches, levers, lights and dials, all had their own special purposes.

  Every inch of the chamber was covered with frost as icicles hung down from the ceiling; the temperature caused the breath from the figure visible as it slowly breathed in and out making a loud rasping tone.

  At the ground section of the chamber were two doors and a desk that spread around the side and broke off whenever it met a doorway. The desk was like the walls, covered in control panels and computers making small bleeping noises and vibrations.

  The figure seated in the frost covered chair at the desk was fixated at one of the frozen screens directly in front of it; the screen was obviously displaying a black and white image from a security camera.

  The picture on the screen showed a dark shadowy room, shapes could be made out in the shadows but could not be identified, some of the shapes were moving, one in particular had a small bulb of light next to it, the figure presumed that it was a human holding a torch.

  The figure then saw that in the corner of the room was a large square sheet of light, this was from an open doorway. The figure stretched forwards and revealed its hand, it was much larger than any human hand, but no skin was visible, all that could be seen was a large layer of light blue glittering crystals smothering the hand.

  The figure then grabbed a large frozen microphone sticking out of the desk; it was a miracle that it was still operational in the current temperature. It leaned forwards and began to speak into the device, “alert, intruders have entered laboratory one, numbers unknown, hostility unknown,” shrieked the figure now revealed to be male; his voice was deep, dark and husky. He slowly leaned back and continued to watch the shapes in the darkness move throughout the room; it studied them like a hamster in its cage.

“Doctor, I can’t see a thing,” said Drast, he tried squinting his eyes but all he

could see was the Doctor illuminated by the torch light as the darkness closed in around him. The mysteriousness that hid in the darkness was rather terrifying

  Drast tried walking towards him but after five paces he was struck in the stomach rather abruptly, he let out a small yelp and decided to abandon the sense of eyesight and decided to use the sense of touch.

  Slowly he reached out his hand and could feel nothing, he lowered it and touched a freezing cold surface, he made the object out to be a workbench.                                                                                                                    

  “Just stay where you are,” said the Doctor as he slowly scanned the torch around the room, the beam of light slowly illuminated a small control panel frozen over with ice and frost. He quickly walked towards the panel and examined it carefully. It had two large black levers, next to them was a row of three small switches and underneath them was a row of light bulbs.

  “This looks like an electrical light and heating system, hopefully it still works,” said the Doctor as he struggled to push one of the levers upwards. “Its no use, all the controls are frozen into position, I’ll have to operate on the wiring system,” said the Doctor as he clapped the frost from off his hands.

  Meanwhile Drast bent forwards and began to spread his arms out to explore the darkness further; he took a few steps to the right until his hands felt something. His fingertips touch a large soft object which was impossible to identify, even though the object was some kind of soft material it had slowly hardened in the freezing temperature.

  “Doctor, I can feel something, I’m not that sure what it is,” said Drast as he looked back up to see the Doctor’s face illuminated by the torchlight. He had removed the control panel to reveal a maze of circuitry, wires and computer chips were all connected together making a large jumble.

  He removed two wires with split ends and slowly connected them together causing light to overthrow the darkness and fill the room.

  The Doctor was now able to see that they were in a large laboratory as the door had indicated, most of the walls were covered up by computers and control panels, the central space of the room was taken up by large workbenches stacked with test tubes microscopes and other scientific equipment.

  Ice and frost had smothered the whole of the room causing most tools on the workbenches to be frozen on. On the right hand wall was a large thick metal door identical to the door they had came in by, on the left hand wall was another door, this time it was simple, metal and obviously thin, he presumed it to be automatic with a small locking panel at the side. The wall opposite to where they had come in was covered with four doors; again they were exactly the same to the other two.

  The first thought on Drast’s mind when the lights had come on was to see what the object was that he had touched earlier. He was shocked to see that it was a dead frozen body; Drast began to lose breath as the shock hit him. “Doctor,” he muttered finding it hard to talk.

  The Doctor slowly caught sight of the body and walked over to examine it, he knelt down next to it and caught site of the pain on the corpses face. It was a male wrapped up in a frost covered thermal coat, the man was in his late forties and was unshaven, decay had already began to rot parts of the bodies flesh.

  “Doctor, what’s that on his face,” asked Drast as he pointed to a large patch of pale blue crystals on his cheek. “Some kind of crystalline formation, it seems to be part of his body, it’s not frozen on. How can a human have parts of its DNA turned into a crystalline structure?

  Well it’s only on the flesh of the cheek but it’s still rather unnerving,” said the Doctor, a drop of warm water dripped down from the ceiling and splashed into his hair, the heating system was beginning to start up and melt the ice and frost.

  “Doctor, that’s Arthur Anderson, Rachel’s father,” said Drast, he slowly took his eyes off the corpse and looked at the wall behind it. He noticed a large metal panel in the wall with a small section of identical switches and a large lever, written at the side were the words: Emergency Distress Signal Unit, the Doctor too had noticed this.

  “So Arthur gets his DNA turned into a crystalline formation, runs in here in pain, sends a distress signal then collapses to the floor and freezes to death. We have a bit of a mystery on our hands,” said the Doctor in a rather worryingly calm voice.

  Drast was rather frightened by his words. “We’ve found out who sent the signal, can’t we go now?”

“No!”

“Why not, I don’t want to end up dead like poor old Arthur.”

“Something’s wrong here, it’s obvious that whatever did that to him is still in this mountain.”

“And you’re willing to drag me into it and let us end up dead, or tuned into some kind of ice sculpture!”

“We can’t risk letting the thing that did this to Arthur end up doing it to someone else, you can go if you like but I’m staying to do what’s right,” roared the Doctor, in a furious rage Drast swiveled around and began to march towards the exit.

  “Better watch yourself, there’ll probably be a security squad up to find you, and if you do go back to the colony they’ll have sent some troops to your house so try and keep undercover.” These words hit Drast hard, one way or another he’d broken the law and it was something he couldn’t dismiss.

  “I’m a criminal, they’ll arrest me and I’ll be thrown in jail to rot,” said Drast. “No, don’t say that, why don’t you stay with me, it might pass the time,” said the Doctor, Drast sulked back over to him. “I suppose so.”

“Good, now, these doors here, they look like suspension pods,” said the Doctor as he studied the four large doors all in a row that were buried into the wall, each of them had a small glass window. The Doctor studied each door looking through each window, as he got to the third door he became extremely shocked, Drast was unsure why.

  “There’s someone inside this one, lets see if he can shed some light on the situation,” said the Doctor, he scanned the left side of the door and saw a large metal plate. He pressed his hand against it and a large rumbling sound began to emanate from inside the cubicle.

A sudden rush of freezing cold air hit her body; she opened her eyes to see that she was on the surface without a thermal coat. It wouldn’t be long before she froze to death.

  The ice mountain was in the distance, a strange sense of déjà vu filled her mind. She looked up at the sky only to see blackness, the plain color of night. Her body began to go numb as her skin rusted in the cold, she sank to her knees with pain, the snow was up to her waist. She dug her head in between her knees; she began to cry as pain filled her body.

  Her tears turned to ice on her cheeks; she raised her hands to wipe them off but suddenly realized the horror. He hands were covered in a thick hard layer of frost, she was unable to move he fingers. She cried even more, she didn’t care about life anymore, she felt as though she wanted to die, she was going to die.

  “FATHER,” she screamed at the top of her voice. Then the jump between the dream world and reality occurred. The landscape changed and she was back in the comfort of the snowmobile. Andrew, Ann, Sareena and Chris were all staring at her.

  “Rachel calm down, you just had a nightmare,” said Sareena, Rachel was sweating and struggling to breathe. Familiar places and people comforted her until she returned to normal.

  She took a deep breath before speaking again “Where are we,” she asked.

“On our way up in the lift,” said Ann.

“How did you two get past security,” asked Rachel gesturing towards Chris and Sareena, she could see that Chris was trying to avoid eye contact which was probably for the best.

  “Some of us do have security passes,” said Chris as he leaned his head against the window.

  Rachel’s fury began to build up again; she began to wonder if she could hold it in this time, like a vicious lion inside an old battered cage, she was the cage, her rage was the lion. But what would her rage do? Hit Chris, shout at him, but then she realized something. What would Chris’ rage do? It all boiled down to that one simple word; rage. Easy to write down on a piece of paper, but much more dangerous in reality.

Drimacus could see his reflection in the greasy plastic coating over the phone, to think that such a grubby little object could be used to communicate with others.

  The booth it stood in was hardly inviting, the glass had been spray painted, sometimes graffiti on walls was artistic, but not this. It was just vandalism, something for the local thugs and gangs to pass the time with.

  Before picking up the phone and dialing, he reached down into his pocket underneath his armor and took out a small creased photograph. The kind of picture you keep in your wallet, the size of a large stamp. The picture imprinted on the photo was of a young girl, she looked the age of four with long ginger curly hair, it was his daughter Elli. He held it tight in his hand as he picked up the phone; it was slippery in his hand from all the grease that was smothered over it.

  As he held it up to his ear the annoying vibration tone rang into his head, with his hand clasping the photo he began to press his forefinger against the cold metal button numbers.

  He murmured the number sequence under his breath, “0369 271.” The phone began to emit its familiar signal, one ring, two rings, three rings, the call was finally answered. “Hello,” asked the rasping female voice, Drimacus knew the voice and felt slightly afraid and weak whenever she spoke, it was his ex-wife Jan.

  “Hi Jan, I was wondering if I could speak with Elli,” he said, nervousness could be heard in his voice. “Yeah, she’s just about to go to school,” her voice distanced as she called out his daughters name. There was a long pause until Elli picked up the phone; the sound of a ten year old girl was comforting and soothing.

  “Dad,” asked Elli, her hopes were up at the thought of her father being on the other end of the phone. “Hi Elli, just ringed to see if your still on for tonight,” by this he meant about their arranged visit to the cinema, there was some kind of children’s animated movie showing that Elli had pestered him about for days. “Yeah, what time will you pick me up?”

“Six, you’d better go, don’t want to be late for school,” said Drimacus letting out a small chuckle. “Bye dad.”

“Bye, love you,” the phone had been put down early meaning his daughter had not been able to hear his last two words.

  Drimacus sighed and placed the phone back on its receiver. Slowly he opened the booth door and stepped back out onto the street.

“What have you done,” asked Drast, rather disturbed by the vibrating rumble emanating from the suspension pod.

  “We seem to have an eye-witness to the events of what happened here, hopefully the revival will be a success and we can find out exactly what happened to Arthur,” said the Doctor looking back at the mutated corpse of Rachel’s father. The rumbling came to a sudden stop and a small light appeared in the window of the suspension pod door.

  “What now,” asked Drast, he looked at the Doctor to see him reading a small yellow book in his hand. “Doctor this is no time for a book club!”  

“My intergalactic cook book says to heat our friend for two minutes until normal temperature is restored and serve with a side order of questions,” said the Doctor as he shoved the yellow book into his inside jacket pocket and stepped up to the door.

  He then grabbed the large handle wheel and began to turn it clockwise, the first few turns were stiff and difficult but the wheel eventually became looser and simple to move. The wheel then stopped and the Doctor pulled the door open, when it had opened ninety degrees a large object fell out onto the floor.

  Both Drast and the Doctor kneeled down beside it and turned the object over, the floor was now extremely wet from all the melted ice, it was a relief that the room temperature had returned to normal.

  Drast realized that the object was in fact a tall shivering man; her wore a grey jumpsuit and had short black hair. He began to shiver more which caused the Doctor to react quickly. Get him onto the stool,” Drast saw that he was indicating to a row of four blue stools by the nearest workbench. Drast pulled the man’s arm as did the Doctor. They managed to lift him up onto a stool; the Doctor supported his back as Drast removed his coat and wrapped it around the stranger. His violent shivering slowly died down until he was able to speak properly.

  “You’re all right now, everything’s fine, can you tell me your name,” asked the Doctor, it sounded as though he was a medical Doctor talking in a slightly patronizing tone to a patient.

  “Zenith,” stuttered the stranger.

“You should be alright now, the heating system should help you,” said the Doctor. Zenith quickly snapped his head and looked around at Drast and the Doctor, only just realizing that he had no idea who they were. “Who are you? Your not part of the science team.”

  “I’m Drast and this is the Doctor, while you were in the suspension pod a friend of ours named Arthur visited this place. He sent out a distress signal and we answered it.”

“What happened here Zenith, whatever it was it changed Arthur’s DNA structure, come and see,” said the Doctor in a serious tone. He led Drast and Zenith towards Arthur’s body on the other side of the workbench. Zenith kneeled down beside the corpse and reached out to touch the large crystalline formation merged into his cheek. A look of horror spread across Zeniths face.

  “I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Tell us Zenith,” said the Doctor.

“A few months after we set up base in the mountain, one of our scientists; James I think. Well James was carrying some chemicals to our storage bay, he slip and dropped them. The chemicals mixed together and reacted, it was obvious he was going to die but he didn’t. The mix of chemicals somehow altered his DNA structure into a crystalline formation; he turned into a human ice sculpture. It seemed to affect his mind as well; he burst out of the medical wing and went on a rampage turning others into what he had become. I hid in one of the suspension pods, unfortunately the mechanism was faulty and I got frozen inside.”

  “That means that these creatures could still be in here, with us,” said Drast; the three of them looked at each other in horror.

  Suddenly the thin metal door on the left hand wall slid open abruptly and three horrors stepped from within. All were identical, there bodies were large a muscular covered in several layers of glittering blue crystals, no neck was visible, their heads seemed to slope down onto their shoulders. The crystals parted when they reached their faces, a human element was left intact but the facial skin was an ice cold blue.

  The creature to the right was holding a small metal laser pistol, with a long shining barrel; it aimed it at the heating control system that the Doctor had operated on earlier. It quickly pulled the trigger and a stream of red energy shot out and hit the heating system causing it to explode in a flash of sparks. The Doctor was intrigued as to why they would want to destroy their only source of heat.

  “Take them,” roared the middle creature in a deep evil voice. The three of them marched towards the Doctor, Drast and Zenith, each grabbing them by the arms tightly, their crystal hands were ice cold to the touch.

  “What do we do now,” asked Drast realizing that escape was impossible. “Hope not to die,” muttered the Doctor.

“There it is, in the distance,” said Rachel excitedly as she shot her arm next to Chris’ face and pointed to the ice mountain standing mysteriously in the now dying blizzard. “What’s that light, in the entrance,” asked Ann, squinting her eyes to focus on the mystery. “I never noticed it before,” said Rachel, the whole group was now fixated by the halo of light. “It could be the Doctor and Drast?”

“Well someone seems to have parked a snowmobile just outside the mountain,” said Chris twiddling with the heating control.   

“It must be them,” said Ann raising her hopes higher and higher. Rachel thought of suggesting that it was her father, but she knew it wasn’t. She wasn’t prepared to see the now rotting and frozen corpse of her father, any possibility of him being alive was dismissed as fantasy.

The Doctor was hardly interested in the creatures that had captured them, he thought it more important to study the layout of the mountain, they were taken out through the door where the creatures had come in. This led into another laboratory with only one other door and minus the suspension pods. From here they were taken out into a long ice tunnel with many conduits leading off into the heart of the ice mountain, at the end of the tunnel was a large thick metal door, identical to the previous door they used to enter the first laboratory. When they reached this door the creature holding the Doctor quickly spun the wheel handle and the door swung open. They were led into a large towering room; all the walls were covered in control panels and computers. “This must be the nerve centre of the science base, mainly controlling the security systems,” said the Doctor looking around the room.

“Silence scum,” roared the ice creature holding the Doctor. It then proceeded to let go of the Doctor and kick his legs causing him to collapse onto the freezing metal floor. A surge of pain shot down the Doctor’s spine, he let out a small cry before picking himself up again. “Do you treat all your visitors like this?”

“Silence,” roared the creature, it was interrupted as the door in front of them shot open making sharp hissing noise. “Inside,” roared the creature, the Doctor entered first, followed by the three other creatures, Drast and Zenith. The three creatures seemed to back away from them leaving them in their fright to huddle together. Drast and Zenith cowered behind the Doctor as he stood firm and not afraid. The Doctor examined the chamber they had been taken into. It was a large dome; the central area of the floor was on a stage only two inches off the ground. At the other end of the room were several doors, their route unknown. Scattered around the dome walls were switches, levers, computers and lights. On the right hand side of the dome was a large operating chair resembling a dentist chair. A small table was attached to the chair with four syringes lined in a row with a glowing blue chemical inside. Shadows seemed to engulf there stage area but distorted objects were seen merged in the darkness. “I am glad to have visitors after these lonely weeks, I was hoping to add you to our numbers,” said a dark mysterious voice emanating from the shadowy stage. “I’m the Doctor, who may I be addressing.” He stepped forward onto the platform trying to see into the darkness. There a low toned flicking sound as a large floodlight illuminated the stage. The Doctor’s eyes reacted and he was now able to see the body that belonged to the voice, in the centre of the platform were two other crystalline creatures guarding a small swiveling metal seat, sitting on the chair was someone different. It resembled the creatures but was somehow different. There were fewer crystals and it was more humanoid, it was only covered in a small sheet of diamond ice crystals which parted around its face, it was almost human. “I am Oberon, welcome,” said the creature.

“Oberon? I remember you now, you were part of the science team,” said the Zenith still staying close to Drast. “Ah Zenith, you have been hiding yourself from us, why not save yourself the trouble and join us freely,” said Oberon. “What are you on about,” asked the Doctor sounding slightly annoyed. “We are the products of the virus that befell our group those many weeks ago, we had been set up here before the colonists arrived, it was only nearly a month ago that we became much more than human.”

“Much more than human! Whatever that virus did it only reduced you to a walking lump of crystals! Defying your own DNA is a crime with an unimaginable punishment,” roared the Doctor in a fit of rage, Drast and Zenith were shocked to see that amount of anger on the Doctor’s face. “Who are you to judge? For centuries the human race was no more than primitive apes, always becoming victim to a new disease or germ. We are the first of a new race of super humans, we are indestructible! We can live up to hundreds of years; our crystalline structure can resist primitive bullets to the most powerful laser! We no longer need food or water, all that is required is a suitable temperature!” Oberon then stood up out of his seat and walked towards the operating chair the Doctor had spotted earlier; he snatched one of the glowing syringes on the attached table and marched back over towards the Doctor. “Behold; the False Evolution virus,” roared Oberon holding up the syringe so everyone in the room could glimpse the blue glowing chemical within. He then passed it to the Doctor who began to examine it. “So this is the filth that defies natural human DNA, what was that nonsense about false evolution?”

“On that fateful day in this very mountain when the chemical spill occurred, they created a new life form. A liquid beast with intelligence, this being is in that very syringe, when the being comes into contact with human DNA. It accelerates it evolutional life cycle until it reaches a certain point, then it instructs the DNA to take a false path, convincing it to take a crystalline structure, thus creating the super human!”

“You have no right to use the word human! You are no longer the intellectual scientists you once were! As a Timelord and upholder of the laws of time I shall abolish the degradation that has occurred in this chamber of horror!” As the Doctor began to recover breath from his speech, no one noticed him drop the syringe into his pocket. “Timelord? I have heard of such a race, a useless group of beings that choose to watch the affairs of others, perhaps they are witnessing the birth of the super humans?”

“Some of us are different; I choose to stop this monstrosity here and now!”

“What makes you think that you and these pitiful creatures can stop us now?”

“I won’t have to stop you; the false evolution virus will do it for me! Can’t you see that a transformation such as this is too unstable, it’s probably already destroying your insides as well as your mental state, stop this now before it’s too late!”

“We shall see, you shall be the next to join our numbers,” Oberon then clicked his thumb and forefinger, the three creatures standing to the side of the room behind Drast and Zenith responded to this by restraining them once again. The remaining of the three creatures took hold of the Doctor. Then they were all taken over to the operating chair along with Oberon. “We shall operate on the Doctor first,” said Oberon as he bent down next to the chair and pulled back a lever on the stem holding up the seat, the back rest then dropped down turning the chair into some kind of sun bed. The creature holding the Doctor threw him onto the chair and began to strap him down with belt restraints attached to the seat. “No, you can’t do this! Oberon it’s too unstable, dieing during the process will be lucky, if I’m not I’ll become one of you,” roared the Doctor, struggling to be released while Oberon took one of the syringes off the table and pushed the injection mechanism upwards to make sure the needle wasn’t blocked. Zenith and Drast were helpless; the only thing they could do is watch in horror as the terror spread into their hearts. “Oh Doctor I will enjoy this,” shrieked Oberon as he advanced the syringe towards the Doctor’s neck.

Chris, Sareena, Rachel and Ann staggered into the entrance of the ice mountain with wind and snow blasting their bodies into eternity. Once inside they took comfort by leaning against the walls and slumping on the floor to sit down and catch their breath. As they pulled down their hoods to view the ice cave they had entered, Andrew slowly trekked in with his metal skin covered in frost and snow. Rachel climbed up off the floor to brush the snowflakes off Andrew’s body incase it entered his circuitry. Meanwhile Sareena began to examine the walls in amazement. “I can’t believe I never noticed this before, it must be some kind of light system fitted into the walls,” said Sareena stroking the illuminated ice with her gloved hand.

“There is nothing of interest in this cave, which of the two routes should we take,” asked Andrew pointing his metal arm towards the two ice tunnels.

“Let’s try this way,” said Rachel pointing towards the right passage, the group reassembled themselves and trekked into the tunnel together, completely unaware of the Doctor and Drast’s footprints leading off into the opposite tunnel. The passage trailed off deep into the heart of the mountain with many twists and turns, after several turning minutes they reached a small cave with seven different routes trailing off, the right hand side wall was thin and no thicker than a millimeter. A small amount of pressure could crack the surface, what was on the other side was unknown, frost distorted the image. Where to now,” sighed Rachel as she leaned against Andrew for rest. Meanwhile Ann began to stroke her hand against the thin smooth texture of the ice wall trying to see beyond it, if she were to look up into the top left hand corner, she would see a small lens buried into the ice, it was a security camera.

The Doctor slammed his eyes tightly shut as the razor sharp needle of the syringe approached the pulsing vein in his neck; it was only a centimeter away now, his last few seconds of life were the most terrifying he had every experienced. “Oberon,” said one of the creatures spawned by the false evolution virus. It was standing by a large scanner screen in the dome wall along with another creature; they had been the ones standing by Oberon when he was seated earlier. “What?” The Doctor opened his eyes to see the fury in Oberon’s face from the disappointment of his moment being spoiled. “There are intruders in the ice mountain,” said the creature, displayed on the scanner beside him was an image of Ann, Rachel, Chris, Sareena and Andrew. Oberon, now built up with rage, stormed over towards the scanner where the two creatures stood. The Doctor turned his head, which was the only part of his body he could move considering how tight the straps were. He then squinted his eyes and focused on the scanner. “Ann,” he whispered in a slight daze of confusion. Oberon bent forwards holding his face close up to the screen, an evil grin spread across his face as he studied the intruders. “This is a treat, even more people to become victim to the false evolution virus, guards! Go down to sector 5 and welcome our guests,” ordered Oberon. The three creatures stood around the operating chair where the Doctor was seated, two of which were holding Drast and Zenith, released the two of them and marched out through the way they had escorted their prisoners in. Oberon’s rage had now evaporated and it was now replaced with satisfaction, knowing that his race of super humans was slowly growing. He was then interrupted as a loud snapping bang echoed throughout the domed room; he made a sharp turn and saw that the Doctor, Drast and Zenith had escaped through one of the many doors covering a section of the dome wall. “You fools, they’ve escaped!”

“Shall we capture them Oberon,” asked one of the two creatures standing beside him. “No, there is no escape from this ice mountain; we shall wait for detection on the cameras. This Doctor tries my patient; he shall pay when he falls victim to the virus!”