One on one? (Closed!)

Will shakes his head. Memories flash through him. He couldn't take it. Sunlight began streaming from him, his eyes glowing brightly. Nico backs away slowly as Will hisses in pain. Nico shakes his head. "We really shouldn't be messing with mummies right now. Will listen to me." He calls. He swears under his breath.

"Er, flesh. Some of it is visible." Moorhouse said. "Thirty seconds!" Perkins called out. "Er, leathery. Ancient looking. Peat bog preserved." Moorhouse said quickly. "Keep talking. Don't waste this chance." the Doctor scolded. "I want to bargain for my life." Moorhouse whined. "W-w-w-what? Why? What?!" the Doctor stammered. "Well, it says, some of the myths say if you, if you find the right word, if you make the right offer, then it lets you go." Moorhouse answered. "This is not a myth. This is real. Forget your superstitions. Tell us what you can see." the Doctor ordered callously. "This is my life, my death. I'm going to fight for it how I want. Er, I give you-" Moorhouse was interrupted by Perkins. "Ten seconds!" the engineer said. "-My soul. I confess all sins. I give you all my worldly goods. Only, please, please, please. Noooo!" Moorhouse screamed, and fell. "Zero." Perkins groaned. "We apologise for any distress you may have just experienced. Grief counselling is available on request. On the bright side, I'm sure you've all collected a lot of data. Well done, everyone!" Gus announced. "It's recording every death." Joe said, shocked. "Of course it is. That's why we're here. To study our own demise. So let's get to work. Come on. Chop, chop." the Doctor ordered, emotionless.

Will looked at Nico, the ankh glowing on his hand. Nico swears. "What the hell? What did Sadie say if something happened like this? What did she say?" He runs a hand through his hair before looking over at the doctor. "Anything?" He asks the doctor. Will looks around, his eyes glowing as sunlight comes from his hands.

"Deep tissue scan, and quickly." the Doctor snapped at a man in a white lab coat. The man cautiously passed the Doctor a handheld device like a hair dryer and a lollipop combined. "Thank you. And my hypothesis was correct." he said, after he had scanned over the body. "Drained of all energy. On a cellular level. The heat attack is just a side effect, see?" the Doctor said. "Well done!" Gus the sadistic and psychotic computer said cheerfully. "Now, the Foretold. How does it choose who to kill? We've assumed it's random. What if it's not? I want full histories on all the victims. Medical, social, personal." the Doctor ordered. Later, looking at a tablet computer…

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"Doesn't seem to be any pattern. Their travel history, interests, health. It's all over the shop. Health, really? Why?" Perkins said. "Health? Are you sure? Oh yes, Doctor, yes you are." the Doctor sassed, walking to a whiteboard and taking out a marker. "Mrs Pitt, the first victim. She was over a hundred years old. The frailest passenger on board." he said, writing down her name and drawing in some circular, clocklike, intricate design next. It was some sort of diagram, or language, or even both. "Oh but the next to go, the chef, was young and fit. It's random." Perkins decided. "The chef was ill." Quell blurted. "What?" the Doctor turned, writing down the words "chef" and then drawing a second circular design, somewhat different. "A rare blood disorder. Not contagious, but we kept it quiet." Quell clarified. "Because he worked with food. The next one, the guard?" the Doctor asked, scribbling furiously. "He wasn't ill as such, but he did have synthetic lungs implanted last year." Quell said. "Professor Moorhouse. It seems he was physically fine but suffering from, here we are. Regular panic attacks after a car crash last year." Perkins pointed to the screen. "It's picking off the weakest first. Sensing the illness somehow. The fake organs, even psychological issues. But this is good news, because it means we can work out who is next. I want the medical records of everybody alive who is still on board. If anyone's had as much as a cold, I want to know about it." the Doctor ordered.

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Later, Joe and Perkins were looking through some other files, showing them to the Doctor. "We have some paperwork. Passenger manifests from other ships. Arthur, sorry, Perkins here recognised a couple of the names. These are missing ships." Joe said. "So, we're not the first. But Doctor, they've been… well, graded." he stammered. "I've got some progress reports. The Gloriana spent three days getting picked off by the Foretold. All died. Performance marked as poor." Perkins said, handing the Doctor over some papers. "The Valiant Heart. Forty two crew, four died. Performance, promising." he continued. "What do you think it means?" he asked.

(Hey, how are you?)

I'm okay. I guess. Um… I'm not really sure how to respond to everything. And the thing about me is I get paranoid or my anxiety pops up, since I can't really reply in such a long way…//

Oh, sorry. I type way too much. You don't need to respond as long as I do, sorry! Really tired right now, let me tell you, icy roads and car crashes are not fun. My…. pretty much everything hurts, lol. I'll try for shorter responses in the future though! Do you want me to put in another reply for you to respond to it something?

Oh my God are you okay?!

Yeah, just a little sore. So, continue?

Yeah. One problem. I'm not sure what I can do with Nico and Will… Heh…//

I can post another thing? To help toss them back in?

I guess?

Right, one minute.

"Well, someone's been controlling this for a while." the Doctor muttered. "But how? It's an honest company!" Quell threw his hands up in protest. "Hm. Lost the stomach for the fight, Captain? Obviously someone has been meddling. Will, Nico, find anything out?" the Doctor turned to the demigods, walking over to them.

Will and Nico look up. Nico shakes his head. "It's unlike anything I've ever seen. I looked at all the bodies and… It's so weird. Any luck with Alison?" He asks. Will was still muttering his thoughts, his eyes flickering.

"Well, not as of yet. We'll get her out of that place, don't worry." the Doctor said calmly. "Anyways, we've gathered plenty of data, but not enough. I hope that the beast strikes again soon." he said nonchalantly.

Will groans. "I hate this. I feel so useless! We can't help Alison, there's a looking danger, or mummy thing! We don't know who's going to die next! I hate this!" He hisses. He was going into rage mode.

"Well, from a research point of view, the next death will be useful. Stop moping." the Doctor commented.

Nico winces. That wasn't wise to say around Will. A sadistic smile etches itself on Will's lips. "Yes… Useful…" He giggles.

"See? Now, let's figure out who will be next, then." the Doctor muttered.

Nico walks to Will, but the blonde backs up, clutching his head. "A death will be useful." He giggles, muttering the words over and over again. He looks up, giggling, his eyes wide.

"Well, it would. So act serious, chin up, all that." the Doctor ordered, rather unkindly.

Nico winces. "I wouldn't recommend saying that." Will eyes go blank and turn white. Sunlight starts flowing from his hands. Nico gulps. "Will! Listen to me!"

"I'm not scared of you, in case that's your intention. There's much more out there, in case you haven't noticed. You're being hostile and selfish. There are passengers on board who need to get to safety as a matter of urgency. My job is to keep all of you safe. You're stopping me from doing that. I have a duty of care for you, me, everyone here, and you're putting that at risk. Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, that doesn't mean you can always opt for indecision!" the Doctor criticized. "Now calm down before someone gets hurt, or worse."

Will laughs softly. "Really. Frighten you? Oh please. You're the Doctor. Nothing frightens you! No… No… A death is so helpful except to the person who dies." He giggles. "There's another way." His head tilts at a dangerous angle.

"Will, think about Alison. Nico. Joe. Your fellow campers. The innocents on this ship. You could destroy the ship. Do you really want to risk all that? Trust me, if you do, you'll soon wish you hadn't." the Doctor said quietly. People had began to stare, in fear of Will, and his bordering on violent meltdown.

Will giggle. "Oh doctor. You have no idea what a child of Apollo is capable of." He giggles. "There's no such thing as an innocent doctor. You should know that. We all die sinned and dirty. No matter what you believe. We all die doctor. All except you." He sneers. "Will. Look at me." Nico orders.

"That's right. I don't die. Imagine how painful that is, watching everyone else wither and decay before you. Your friends, family, loved ones, everyone you ever cared about." he said, something of a calm anger rising in him. "If I have to kill you to save the others here, believe me, I won't hesitate to do so. The greater good is the only good."

Nico looks at Will as Will stares at the doctor. "There's only grey doctor. There is no such thing as "Greater Good." There is no black and white." He hisses. Nico reached towards Will and takes his hand. "Will." Will starts and looks down. He seems to hesitate.

"Will, you have one warning. Don't make me do anything I might regret in a century or two if I actually ever remember this." the Doctor warned, tone implying that he would be studying his nails if he didn't have to keep both hands at the ready to strike at any second.