Lost In Temptation

9. Who Would Answer?

Elizabeth:

Nice and easy. Do not screw this up, Brother, because I needed your distraction to get into the heads of all the Clerics.

"She is not the Devil. She is not a Goddess. She is not a goblin, or a phantom or a trickster." Oh, I was far more, yet also far less. I wasn't anything more than the Remembrance. "Eliza DeAth is a living, breathing woman, and as I look around this room I know one thing. We're sure as hell going to fix that."

Manton's troops cheered as I sat delicately in the rafters, running the show from afar. That was what I did best. "On this day, in this place, the Mad Bitch will fall."

"Hoo rah!"

"The woman who talks, the woman who reasons. The Bitch who lies, will meet the perfect answer."

"Hoo rah!"

Now onto the centre piece of the stage. "Some of you have wondered why we have allied ourselves with the Headless Monks. Perhaps you should have wondered why we call them Headless. It's time you knew what these guys have sacrificed for faith." I had beliefs, not faith. I believed in facts, you had faith in an imaginary friend. "As you all know, it is a Level One Heresy, punishable by death, to lower the hood of a Headless Monk. But by the divine grant of the Papal Mainframe herself, on this one and only occasion, I can show you the truth. Because these guys never can be persuaded."

A Monk had the hood lowered, showing just the skin of the necks tied off. They were the wild card, I didn't have the ability to Suggest without a brain. "They never can be afraid." Next boy got shown, just the same. "And they can never, ever be-"

Meaning the third hood was pulled down to reveal a smug looking Doctor. "Surprised! Ha Ha! Hello, everyone. Guess who. Sorry, Sissy's busy, so you get little old me. Please, point a gun at me if it helps you relax." Of course they all did, except one girl who strangely shared no faith, but belief in something. "You're only human."

"Doctor, you will come with me right now and tell us where the Remembrance is."

"Three minutes forty seconds." I said forty three, but sure. "Amelia Pond! Get your coat!"

Vastra, hit the lights.

Ready and waiting, Mistress.

The lights went out, my voice echoing around the room as I projected. "I am not a phantom."

Manton's heart stopped. "Elizabeth?"

"I am not a trick."

"Remembrance?"

"I am an Archivist."

He was scared. He had a plan and I threw it off. "Eliza, show yourself."

Someone else got fixated on their own side, a Monk the Doctor framed. "It's him! He's here! It's him!"

Now a Civil War began as the Doctor hid for part two. "Weapons down! Do not fire!" A Monk killed a soldier for us. "No!"

Kovarian, the eye patched woman I'd been keeping an eye on, started to head out. "Follow me."

Centurion, she's on the move, heading into the base.

On it, Remembrance, I'll keep you posted.

Manton was losing it. "Doctor! Eliza!" His Clerics were all terrified as I Mass Suggested. "Do not fire. Nobody discharge their weapon in this room, nobody! Do not fire!" It didn't work as I bought Fy Annwyl more time to get into position. "Stop. Wait. Listen to me. I am disarming my weapon pack. Monks, I do this in good faith. I am now unarmed. All of you, discharge your weapons packs. The Doctor is trying to make fools of us." Well, he did it for himself often enough. "We are Soldiers of God." So Paladins, not Clerics. Get your Classes correct if you were going to LARP. "We are not fools. We are not fools. We are not fools."