Designed By Elizabeth Buster 5 This is the story of my character, the

Renegade. He had a box thats bigger on the inside and can travel anywhere in time and space. He has two hearts and can change his face. He chooses people to travel with him while he tries to change his fate. This is his story.

"Handles, can you tell me, since when do the Cybermen HAVE CYBER BEARS IN ALASKA!" Handles was just a head of a Cyberman with all the hatred taken out, it is now just a talking storage vault of all knowledge. "The cybermen have had these creatures on the Alaskan continent since the exact time of 10/13/2023 at 4:26 PM," Handles responded with a robotic voice.

"Well is there any way to destroy this Cyber bear thingy?"

"Use your sonic device to disrupt the signals from the cy-ber receiver on the creatures’ head, and the creature will re-vert back to its de-fault form."

"Okay, now that was actually USE-FUL knowledge that time." The Time Lord pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver pointed it at the cyber bear's signal receiv-er. When the Time Lord pressed a button on his Sonic Screwdriver, the very tip of his device emitted a whitish, greenish glow and a whirling noise.

With the cyber bear no longer wanting to attack them, The Time lord and Handles walked back to the Time Lord’s time ma-chine. The Time Lord’s name is not known, but most people call him The Renegade. The only other surviving Time Lords are The Doctor and The Master. The Renegade had been in contact with The Master and The Doctor before, but lately, he hadn't been able to locate The Master, and The Doctor doesn't seem to be in any data bank in the universe. The only way The Rene-gade was able to contact The Doctor was to use the space time telegraph. But sadly, The Renegade had lost it in a betting match in Space Vegas.

With no way to contact the other Time Lords, the only chance The Renegade had to fi nd his friends was to send out a distress signal using his Sonic Screwdriver. "Ok,” The Renegade said. “I guess I have to use the last of the juice to get this signal out. But before I do that, I should probably have the T.A.R.D.I.S make another one." The Renegade ran around the console of his T.A.R.D.I.S fl icking switches and pressing buttons. It was easy to him, but to a crea-ture of another species, it would be next to impossible.

The scanner on the console showed the creation progress of the Sonic Screwdriver. But unlike The Doctor's T.A.R.D.I.S, The Renegade could choose what he wanted his screwdriver to look like. The Renegade had

chosen his new one to be a black, some-what skinny cylinder, coming to a dark red half- circle at the top. His current one was almost the same, except the cylinder was silver and yellow striped and at the top was a vertical ring with a clear crystal in the middle.

By now, The Renegade's old screw-driver was broadcasting a distress signal from the interior of his T.A.R.D.I.S as he was setting a course for earth, 2014, at Mexico's famous Day of The Dead festival. The Renegade had always liked events like this, he felt like he could honor his fellow Time Lords that fell during the great Time War. Also unlike The Doctor's T.A.R.D.I.S, The Renegade's chameleon circuit actually worked. Although it did work, he liked

the idea of having a police box like The Doctor's. However instead of a blue box with yellow win-dows and a yellow light bulb on top, The Renegade had his police box black, with red windows and a red bulb on top.

As The Ren-egade's T.A.R.D.I.S landed in a small se-

cluded corner of the Day of The Dead festi-val, he realized he had forgotten to change his clothes! So he looked for other things to wear besides his old battered battle uni-form covered in circuit boards and blood. Eventually he decided on a dark red t-shirt, a dark grey pull-over, a pair of black jeans, and some black sneakers with dark red laces. He then put handles on the console, opened the doors with a snap of his fi ngers, and walked out into the festival.

As The Renegade wandered around, listening to music and taking in the view, he was suddenly interrupted by a woman running by and bumping into him. A few seconds later he saw some men with guns running after her. Since The Renegade likes to get into trouble, he decided to help the woman. "Hey, wait up!" The Renegade Shouted. Using some of his regeneration energy, he was able to catch up with the woman in a fl ash. "Hey, what did you do?" The Renegade inquired. The girl respond-ed with a surprised look, not understand-ing why this man took such an interest in her affairs and why she bothered to answer him, quickly shouting “nothing!”.

The Renegade looked confused. "Nothing? How can you do nothing and be chased?" She gestured to dive into a nearby manhole. The Renegade thought it odd, un-til he turned around to see that the two men chasing the girl had fallen behind. He care-lessly jumped into the manhole, and started questioning the girl again.

"So what’s your name?" The girl was still in shock from the

whole ordeal, but felt an odd comfort. "Amber."................To Be Continued…

“The Renegade looked confused.

“Nothing? How can you do nothing

and be chased?”

The RenegadeSam Langeliers

Author

This story is about two kids who fi nd a door behind a layer of old paint. They open the door and fi nd themselves in a world full of war, danger and adventure. If you want to read more go to www.watt-pad.com/DramaQueen826

Alexander stood a distance away from us, laughing, as two of his henchmen grabbed Rionen from behind. “Rionen!” I yelled. The young soldier twisted out of their grip and started fi ghting them. More soldiers appeared,

“Maia, Kirian, run!” he said, taking one last look at us before we fl ed.

We had no choice but to do as he said. We were, after all, only new to medieval weapons and Argonen itself, so we would not have been useful in any way. I ran as fast as I could to the entrance of the cave, which was a few yards away. I could feel the Alexandrian soldiers gain on us, but we pushed on.

Clangs of metal and a yell of pain reached my ears, but I forced myself to keep going, and I reluctantly suppressed the urge to go back for Rionen. The cave entrance opened out onto a wasteland. Shrubs dotted the plain ahead, and my heart sank. We would have no escape on the open plain.

There would be no cover, and we would be clearly visible, like black crows on freshly fallen snow. And there were so

many of them, and just two of us. Like vultures, they would hunt us until we were tired, and then they would move in for the kill. My steps faltered for a few moments, discouraged, and I realized right away that I should not have done that. An arm grabbed me from behind, and I screamed. The ropes on his hands cut into his skin. It stung and burned him, but he was deter-mined to stay collected, showing no signs of pain. Rionen braced himself as he heard the whoosh, and then there was a crack, and pain. He immersed himself in darkness, yet the pain still remained, and refused to be subdued. Five more strikes. Five more dark red streaks.

Rionen did not speak. Three days and three nights passed, and in that time, only pain and hatred existed. Soon, only a spark was left in his once-fi ery soul.

It was the fourth night when Rionen heard a familiar sound. A splash on cold, hard stone. Water.

Determination and hope were re-newed.

I must survive.I must get back.I must escape.He reached out his hands to receive

the precious liquid and put it to his lips. Rionen’s spark burned brighter, fueled by the element that was supposed to extin-guish it.

I will survive this.I will get back.And I will escape.

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