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Authors: Philip Hinchcliffe
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with my experiment. Re-move her coat.’
Scorby quickly tore Sarah’s coat from her shoulders. ‘What are we going to do, boss?’
Chase dragged Sarah over to the bench. ‘Miss Smith will be our subject... like so. Get some clamps!’ He forced Sarah’s arm on to the bench. Sarah let out a gasp of horror as she caught sight of the pod.
‘You can’t! It’s inhuman!’ protested Keeler.
‘I don’t care,’ cried Chase. ‘I must see what happens when the Krynoid touches human flesh!’
Sarah struggled desperately as they clamped her arm to the bench. Already the pod was beginning to throb and split in places. Chase stood gloating at the sight, like a fiend possessed.
The Doctor reached the top of the stairs. It was dark and dusty, and there was very little headroom. Through the gloom he could just make out a door down a narrow passage. He clambered along and tried the knob. The door opened to reveal an attic with a second door which led on to the roof of the house. He crawled out. To his left was a large section made of glass. He edged towards it and peered through.
The sight which met him made his blood run cold. Twenty feet below in the room, Sarah was imprisoned in a chair, with one arm clamped to a wooden bench. Less than twelve inches away lay the pod, hideously swollen and vibrating menacingly. Even as the Doctor looked it began to break open.
7
Condemned to Die
The Doctor launched himself through the glass roof in a spectacular dive, landing feet first on the bench. It snapped instantly beneath his weight, spewing plants, instruments and broken glass in all directions. Before anyone had time to react, the Doctor hurled Scorby to the ground, grabbed his gun and yanked Sarah clear of the pod.
‘Untie her!’ he yelled fiercely. Keeler started to release Sarah.
Chase, his hands held high, watched in cool amusement. ‘What do you do for an encore, Doctor?’ he asked.
The Doctor levelled the gun at Chase. ‘I win,’ he smiled. ‘Come on, Sarah.’
Sarah followed the Doctor to the door. He pushed her outside, followed then quickly slammed the door and locked it behind them.
Chase ran across the room and hammered on the door in impotent fury. ‘Guards! Guards!’
Stunned by the force of the Doctor’s throw. Scorby stirred and groaned feebly. Chase continued to pound the door.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream rent the air. ‘Aaarrgh!... my arm... my arm...’
Chase spun round. In the midst of the confusion the pod had burst, and now a long green tendril was digging into the flesh of Keeler’s right arm. A look of horrified fascination came over Chase as Keeler began to stagger around the room in agony. An instant later, the door was thrown open and a mob of guards rushed in.
‘Quick! Get after the Doctor and that girl,’ ordered Chase. ‘They must not escape!’
The guards charged off. Chase went back to Keeler. Already a terrifying change was taking place. Keeler’s face and arms were turning a strange, mottled green.
‘Do something...’ he pleaded, overcome with shock and fear.
Chase watched in icy detachment. ‘Amazing... absolutely unique!’
‘What’s happening?’ Scorby came round muzzily, then let out a cry of disbelief as he focused on Keeler.
‘Slept well, did you?’ snarled Chase. ‘Now get out and find that Doctor.’ Scorby picked himself off the floor and hurried out. ‘And be careful, he’s got your gun!’ Chase yelled after him. He turned to Keeler. ‘We’ve got to get over to the cottage, where we can look after you properly.’
There was something in the way Chase said this which made Keeler’s blood run cold, but before he had time to protest he was being manhandled out of the room by his master and the ever
Scorby quickly tore Sarah’s coat from her shoulders. ‘What are we going to do, boss?’
Chase dragged Sarah over to the bench. ‘Miss Smith will be our subject... like so. Get some clamps!’ He forced Sarah’s arm on to the bench. Sarah let out a gasp of horror as she caught sight of the pod.
‘You can’t! It’s inhuman!’ protested Keeler.
‘I don’t care,’ cried Chase. ‘I must see what happens when the Krynoid touches human flesh!’
Sarah struggled desperately as they clamped her arm to the bench. Already the pod was beginning to throb and split in places. Chase stood gloating at the sight, like a fiend possessed.
The Doctor reached the top of the stairs. It was dark and dusty, and there was very little headroom. Through the gloom he could just make out a door down a narrow passage. He clambered along and tried the knob. The door opened to reveal an attic with a second door which led on to the roof of the house. He crawled out. To his left was a large section made of glass. He edged towards it and peered through.
The sight which met him made his blood run cold. Twenty feet below in the room, Sarah was imprisoned in a chair, with one arm clamped to a wooden bench. Less than twelve inches away lay the pod, hideously swollen and vibrating menacingly. Even as the Doctor looked it began to break open.
7
Condemned to Die
The Doctor launched himself through the glass roof in a spectacular dive, landing feet first on the bench. It snapped instantly beneath his weight, spewing plants, instruments and broken glass in all directions. Before anyone had time to react, the Doctor hurled Scorby to the ground, grabbed his gun and yanked Sarah clear of the pod.
‘Untie her!’ he yelled fiercely. Keeler started to release Sarah.
Chase, his hands held high, watched in cool amusement. ‘What do you do for an encore, Doctor?’ he asked.
The Doctor levelled the gun at Chase. ‘I win,’ he smiled. ‘Come on, Sarah.’
Sarah followed the Doctor to the door. He pushed her outside, followed then quickly slammed the door and locked it behind them.
Chase ran across the room and hammered on the door in impotent fury. ‘Guards! Guards!’
Stunned by the force of the Doctor’s throw. Scorby stirred and groaned feebly. Chase continued to pound the door.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream rent the air. ‘Aaarrgh!... my arm... my arm...’
Chase spun round. In the midst of the confusion the pod had burst, and now a long green tendril was digging into the flesh of Keeler’s right arm. A look of horrified fascination came over Chase as Keeler began to stagger around the room in agony. An instant later, the door was thrown open and a mob of guards rushed in.
‘Quick! Get after the Doctor and that girl,’ ordered Chase. ‘They must not escape!’
The guards charged off. Chase went back to Keeler. Already a terrifying change was taking place. Keeler’s face and arms were turning a strange, mottled green.
‘Do something...’ he pleaded, overcome with shock and fear.
Chase watched in icy detachment. ‘Amazing... absolutely unique!’
‘What’s happening?’ Scorby came round muzzily, then let out a cry of disbelief as he focused on Keeler.
‘Slept well, did you?’ snarled Chase. ‘Now get out and find that Doctor.’ Scorby picked himself off the floor and hurried out. ‘And be careful, he’s got your gun!’ Chase yelled after him. He turned to Keeler. ‘We’ve got to get over to the cottage, where we can look after you properly.’
There was something in the way Chase said this which made Keeler’s blood run cold, but before he had time to protest he was being manhandled out of the room by his master and the ever
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