He Only Comes Once (Doctor Who FanFiction)

38. Dream Come True

Hello again, quick link on the side, a good inspiration for no matter what may happen to you, you are stronger than your situation, and whatever it may be, it is not the end of you, but rather a new beginning.

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38. Dream Come True

What is it like to know that your mind is not your own, that your hands are intended for killing? What is it like to know that your feet carry you to certain death, no matter how sore or bruised they are as you keep walking?

The Weapon is programmed to keep me alive, but just barely. Heavy meals and little luxuries only happen right before battle, and afterwards it is pure suffering on any scale.

My feet carried me, from the forest, into small towns, one by one traveling, not knowing where I am.

I could feel as the metal pipes settled in my arms, my legs, and another bit covering my ribcage, gently making the skin jut out a bit more than usual. Doesn't exactly help when you're going through starvation either.

Bolts of metal stuck out at my spine, little bubbles with light emanating from them. There were two at every spinal bone, hooked tight programmed to not let me go, no matter how hard I were to try this time. Last time was just a lesson from a mistake, that same mistake not to be made again.

My hands moved without my permission to the back of my head to the control center of the Weapon. On the outside it was just a metal box, I could feel as my fingers gently adjusted it, making sure it was in the right place. But below that box in my skull was the most weaponized machine in the Universe. It's tentacles reaching around my brain, caressing it as though a lover.

Do you know what it's like to be homeless for so long love? Missing the warm and pain of such a remarkably submissive brain. I've missed this too much. The Weapon whispered to me cruelly. Making the metal around my body tense as though it were trying to push against me.

There was no response from me, how could there be? I was but a slave.

It must have made me wander forever. I could feel as the soles of my shoes were completely worn out, brining yet another pain to my blistered and calloused feet.

With one step, my knee buckled beneath me, making me fall face first on the cement road I was following. My body gasped out at the pain, rolling over on my back. The unforgiving sun beat down into my eyes.

The drumming returned.

The four beat drumbeat came back to plague me once again. It burned in my mind. It felt like it was melting the metal inside my head. The Weapon merely laughed at my pain at such a nonexistent thing.

You see why your mind is so accessible, you let the smallest things rule over you. You can't even let go of your own heartbeat no matter how much it burns your mind, no matter how much it tortures you. Pathetic. Weak. And you wonder why your people raised you for the powerful me. I thought you would have died when they finally connected me to you. It was the silliest thing really. The Weapon spoke to me. Now get up you worthless little being.

The Weapon made me stand up, the drumming in my head continued, bringing insanity back into my mind.

Town after town, city after city, and no deaths. I guess that was a good thing. It really must of been a miracle. But how people looked at me when I passed by, I must have been a wreck. I must have looked like a monster, walking as proud as I was I could have been thought an idiot, a power seeker.

"You have heard my warning haven't you Starlit?" A female voice spoke at my side.

The Weapon did not care, it found no amusement from chatting with a mere human.