Story: Little Shops of Death
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 24937
Author's Summary:In a dull little job, in a dull little town, surrounded by the same people you've known your whole life, it's easy to think that the world is safe and predictable. Unless your safe little town is anything but. Unless the people you think you know aren't the people you think they are.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Donna Noble, Original Characters
Warnings: Explicit Violence
Recced because: This story has the lot. Horror, action, humor, mystery, peril, fantastic characterization and an easy narrative style that pays attention to detail and dialogue to bring the place and the plot to life. Siani sets it up like an episode, complete with cliff-hangers and a set of original characters that really make you care about what happens to them. I love the utter creepiness and horror of the alien baddies, and I love the banter between the Doctor and Donna, and I love Terry the shop assistant and his friend Dai, and how the story builds to a thrilling conclusion and ends on just the right note. Not to mention, gives us a taste of a possible next adventure! Top marks, this story is brilliant. Go read it!
Two hours passed.
And then a woman came tearing into the shop and vaulted over the counter, throwing Terry off balance and nearly toppling him.
He stumbled back, knocked his head against the shelf, then caught his balance halfway down the wall, rubbing his head resentfully. The woman stayed where she was, crouched down with her back against the counter and her fingertips touching the ground on either side of her like she was ready to sprint at a sound.
"Don't tell him I'm here," she hissed through her teeth at him.
Terry looked in confusion at the woman, then the door, and then the woman again. She was older than him but younger than his mother. Ginger hair. Pretty. She was dressed nicely, like she worked in an office. Terry didn't understand what happening. It was the sort of thing that just didn't really happen, not in real life, not in sheepy little towns and abandoned video shops. Terry looked at the door again.
What he saw instead was a face, only inches away from his own. He hadn't heard anyone come in.
There was a man in a dark suit standing directly in front him. He wasn't any taller than Terry, but he took up space. He took up more space than he ought to.
Terry jerked back with a queasy falling feeling, like he might get sucked into the man, who stood gripping the counter with both hands, leaning in. Terry could feel his breath. His eyes weren't any particular color. They were grayscale black-and-white-movie eyes. The man's skin was so fair it was almost translucent. It made Terry squeamish, as if he could see blood, throbbing away just under that skin, although he couldn't.
The man was smiling. His smile seemed to start at the tip of his nose and go straight back to his neck.
"Excuse me, sir," said the stranger, with a mouth full of perfectly normal-looking teeth which never the less put Terry in mind of a shark. The man waited for Terry to respond, and when he didn't, continued. "I seem to have lost my friend."