He Only Comes Once (Doctor Who FanFiction)

39. And the Days Went Bye

39. And the Days Went Bye

The feeling was one of gravity. Not just one pulling me down, but also one in my head that compressed my thoughts. I could feel my limbs stretching and my mind pulling itself awake. There was no need for me to get up, there was no hurry. I had no intentions of getting up at all. I had no reason to open my eyes again. I wished for death, as always. That never ending feeling continuosly surrounding me.

Except something felt as though it was missing. My mind may have been compressed, but it was definitely free. This was me thinking and nothing else. My body stayed very still, scared to move. The Weapon was out of my head? Was it gone? Was it hiding? Watching? Scheming?

The fear to at least open my eyes grew. That uncomfortable feeling of getting no rest from sleep, mostly from the horrible surface, mixed with the feeling of your killer being right above you, waiting for you to wake up only to kill you. It was truly unsettling, right to the shaking in the pit of your stomach. 

But really, what had I to lose? 

The colors blurred and waned in the world of my newly opening eyes. My body numb, yet my limbs movable. The world settled before me, not in perfect sight, but more in necessity than anything else. My head felt heavy and would not rise off the cold floor, so I kept it there. My arms did not wish to rise either. There was something cold around them though, cold and heavy chains. 

"She's woken up sir." A soft male voice ran through some communication set.

"Then you may proceed with the operation." A subconsciously demanding voice answered back. It was strict and noble. It was a voice that wanted something done.

"You do realize sir that she may not end up surviving."

"She will. And you will personally make sure that she survives or else I will destroy your entire cyborg project with a flick of a finger." That's who it was: the Lord President. His high and mighty majesty. I had no more wishes than to get up and choke that man to death, slowly and painfully. But a few people walked over to me and grabbed my arms, pulling my semi-limp body off of the floor. My head slowly swayed back and forth, but I managed to pick it up just enough to see the Lord President and his accomplice, a man I have never seen before, but the mark on the side of his face was one I would never forget.

The rest was pain that I could never imagine, that I could never remember. All that remains of that day is the piercing of needles right into the sockets off my eyes, right through the center of my eyeballs, pressing into the iris, almost moving my eye with it. And even worse, the shrieks of men coming from  not too far away. 

Rise and shine dear little one. We have company. The Weapon spoke calmly in my  head. You are in the TARDIS. Spoiler Alert. And also locked up in a room that we cannot possibly escape. Please do refrain from screaming and randomly beating on walls. Thank you for your cooperation.

Real funny. Really funny.

I slowly sat up from the cusion I was laying on, getting a look at the light gray walls with absolutely no imperfections. Not one little crease to show a single place where a panel could slide out or a doorway appear. 

I told you there's no way out. But no. Still chirping away aren't we love. 

"Just because you know something doesn't mean I know it too. Hush up for a moment."

"I can't make a noise remember. I have to use these beautiful lips to make noise." The Weapon spoke with my tongue. 

"Starlit. I know you can hear me and this is the only way we can comminicate without me hurting you." The Doctor's voice rang throughout the room. "I don't know how this happened to you but I will fix this. Just give me time. Please Starlit. I'll make it up to you. I have to. You have put your reliance into me yet I still let this happen. I knew it would happen."

"Were you just going to lock her up where I could not reach her, far away into the TARDIS, like as you are keeping us now?" The Weapon spoke.

"If that's what it took."

"Would you want to hear her scream for freedom?"

"She's screaming for her freedom now. She wants out. She would rather have been peaceful here in the TARDIS than to be trapped there."

There he went again. Making his own decisions for me. I don't know though. Either way I would die slowly, alone, just as my fate dictates every end of mine.

"Then come here. Come and negotiate with me you wise man." The Weapon taunted.

"There are no negotatiations that I can make with you." The Doctor quickly responded.

"But you want to save her don't you? Precious little Starlit. Fragile little being. I wonder how slowly I can kill her as she does the dirty work for me."

"I will save her. My way. I will tear you to shreds off of her body! I will throw every piece of you scrattered across the Universe into places that you can never escape! AND ONLY THEN WILL YOU FEEL MY RAGE."

"There's no need to get so tense. We both know there's no way that I can leave this body. We both know that there is no way that I can join another body. And most importantly, we both know that if I leave, she leaves with me, permanently. No regenerations. No extra life force. And no good byes." I could feel the smirk on my face, that look that the Weapon gave in my eyes. It knew it could see us, it knew he was watching. 

Aren't you so lucky that I never ever ever have to leave my dear one.  

Part of me wishes I remembered the last moments of that, but it was no use. It was simply a game. I sat there against the wall on the floor, just a couple inches away from the cushion. My back had gone numb to the point that I could no longer tell if it was there or not. I could not feel the blood flow through my legs anymore.

I wondered how long I sat there. The Weapon obviously knew. It was constantly checking up on me, playing games with me. It was constantly there, bearing a weight on my mind that made it difficult to keep my own head up at times.

At other times it was just a reminder of that man with the mark on his face. The Weapon was after the Doctor, and I was after my creator. 

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There is also a pic clipped somewhere onto this chapter. That is more or less the concept of the outer bit of the Weapon, but that design was more for the battle/war aspect and was used during the Time War. The newer version is more integrated into the skin and bone and is not much  for showing off on external bits.