The empty hoods turn to each other chanting frantically. I had no idea what was happening. It seemed to catch them off guard, and that's what we needed, for them to go away. I rack my brain for something to alarm them into leaving us.
I muster myself to my full height, and give myself an facade of a larger, challenging appearance. In my most menacing voice, I proclaim,
"I am Torah Carys,"
The sun is rising in over the clearing. I position myself so it reflects in my golden eyes, causing them to look like they are glowing.
" I am 6575 years old and I have seen the Papal Mainframe from birth to destruction. I have beheaded five of your comrades. I killed dozens more. I stood on the fields on Trenzalore at the fall of the Eleventh. I watched Silence fall. I know the answer to the oldest question, the one that must never be asked. The question is, Doctor Who? Run. Run fast, before your headless shoulders burn with the knowledge of the answer, before they burn like.. me!"
I began to shake violently as I pray the reflection of the sun bounces off of my eyes. I make gagging sounds as I thrash. My arms bend and jerk at weird angles. I hiss savagely.
The hooded monks panic and scamper away, chanting about madness and possession. When the last one is long gone from sight, I stop.
Uhura's mouth is gaping open, "That was impressive. You aren't 6000 years old are you?"
I shake my head, "Merely 6593 days old. That is roughly 18 years of age."
"Torah, remind me never to piss you off." Uhura jokes as we set off again, walking now, towards the sun in the east.
I begin to silently praise the Church for giving me the knowledge, and the ONE, for the wisdom of what to say.
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Pray To Forget
Mystery / ThrillerThe Silence, a religious order, has gone rampant. Silents, confessional priests, genetically engineered to allow people to confess sins without remembering that they had done so, were being controlled by renegade Chief Priests. They had a hunger for...
