Scream into the void
Title: Scream into the void.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Characters: The Doctor
Word Count: 530
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Scream
Summary: The Doctor mourns the loss of his home, let's loose a pain too terrible to bear the only way he can.
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The deepest blacks only seen in empty spaces, the void between, those places where light spreads so thin from distant stars its glow is long lost. In those places, where colour is a forgotten memory, a dream that haunts and drifts out of reach. It is there that there is no escape from what's within.
All the twists and torments of things long past, of good intentions gone wrong, words unspoken and others uttered that can never be unsaid. Everything hidden, denied, those memories secreted away to gather dust, in the darkness they swirl free, unhindered, no shadows left to conceal them in.
There is no way to veil the horrors when all that can be seen, perceived, exists only within the mind.
He closes his eyes to escape the black. It is a lie, an illusion of course, for it is still there. Yet he does it anyway, closes his eyes and sees the universe. Sees conjured memories of blazing stars, of comets, planets. Paints pictures of vast skies overhead filled with spiral galaxies, nebula immense and intricate, constellations that twist and change depending on one's view point.
He can see it all, pencils in the missing bits, recreates from his memories what can no longer be seen.
Here in the darkness, alone, his inner demons come home to roost. He lets them in, accepts the pain, the guilt, the hatred of all he has done and all he has become. Feels it all settle around his hearts, in his bones.
In his mind, in that dark corner of the universe where he dare not look while standing in the light, lays a home now lost. The screams of millions ring out from it. Long lost voices heard no more that echo within him. Unreachable, locked away where he can never go. In his mind he can see it, a world radiating golden light from a time before a war that had threatened to tear apart the universe. A beacon for everything he has lost.
He opens his eyes; once again destroying it all, shattering asunder what now only lies in memory.
He opens his eyes to the black and screams. The sound reverberates in every particle of his being. He screams for all that was and all that never was where none can hear it. Raw, burning sorrow that can find no other release surges unbound, all his rage, grief, regret let loose.
He screams until his lungs ache, with only the void to bear witness. He screams until he can't.
Just like his home, the screams are swallowed by the darkness. He feels like the hollowed out shell of a dead star, with nothing left to give, another lost bit of flotsam left to drift alone in the cold embrace of space.
He turns away from the dark, back to the only home he has left, one last relic of his world. The TARDIS folds around him, embraces her broken Timelord, holds together the pieces and allows him to go on. Yet the darkness of the void follows him.
He has ended the war, but it is no victory.
He goes on, alone, the very last of his kind.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Characters: The Doctor
Word Count: 530
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Scream
Summary: The Doctor mourns the loss of his home, let's loose a pain too terrible to bear the only way he can.
.......................
The deepest blacks only seen in empty spaces, the void between, those places where light spreads so thin from distant stars its glow is long lost. In those places, where colour is a forgotten memory, a dream that haunts and drifts out of reach. It is there that there is no escape from what's within.
All the twists and torments of things long past, of good intentions gone wrong, words unspoken and others uttered that can never be unsaid. Everything hidden, denied, those memories secreted away to gather dust, in the darkness they swirl free, unhindered, no shadows left to conceal them in.
There is no way to veil the horrors when all that can be seen, perceived, exists only within the mind.
He closes his eyes to escape the black. It is a lie, an illusion of course, for it is still there. Yet he does it anyway, closes his eyes and sees the universe. Sees conjured memories of blazing stars, of comets, planets. Paints pictures of vast skies overhead filled with spiral galaxies, nebula immense and intricate, constellations that twist and change depending on one's view point.
He can see it all, pencils in the missing bits, recreates from his memories what can no longer be seen.
Here in the darkness, alone, his inner demons come home to roost. He lets them in, accepts the pain, the guilt, the hatred of all he has done and all he has become. Feels it all settle around his hearts, in his bones.
In his mind, in that dark corner of the universe where he dare not look while standing in the light, lays a home now lost. The screams of millions ring out from it. Long lost voices heard no more that echo within him. Unreachable, locked away where he can never go. In his mind he can see it, a world radiating golden light from a time before a war that had threatened to tear apart the universe. A beacon for everything he has lost.
He opens his eyes; once again destroying it all, shattering asunder what now only lies in memory.
He opens his eyes to the black and screams. The sound reverberates in every particle of his being. He screams for all that was and all that never was where none can hear it. Raw, burning sorrow that can find no other release surges unbound, all his rage, grief, regret let loose.
He screams until his lungs ache, with only the void to bear witness. He screams until he can't.
Just like his home, the screams are swallowed by the darkness. He feels like the hollowed out shell of a dead star, with nothing left to give, another lost bit of flotsam left to drift alone in the cold embrace of space.
He turns away from the dark, back to the only home he has left, one last relic of his world. The TARDIS folds around him, embraces her broken Timelord, holds together the pieces and allows him to go on. Yet the darkness of the void follows him.
He has ended the war, but it is no victory.
He goes on, alone, the very last of his kind.
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