November 7th, 2006

man who wasn't there

for theatrical_muse: The moral of the story is...

The moral of the story is that in the end, the Evil survives.

You've always wanted to believe that the Good balances out, that in the end, Dark cannot exist without the Light, so therefore the Light will always survive---but in the end, that means the Dark does, too.

You had it trapped, too, didn't you? You were so very clever. You remembered the dark-streaked lightning skies, the evervasting desert, the bone-chilling cold that cut through your coat and sneakers and bit into your skin, the icy wind that blew up the sand like a storm and cut out all noise but the roar. Evil lived there, didn't it? Oh, you remembered, and for the life of you, you couldn't remember why you were there, how you could end up in such a terrible place. All that internal praying to the Menti Celesti didn't do you any good, did it, Doctor? No, because, in the end you still didn't know where Rose had ended up, you couldn't feel your TARDIS, and you were still trapped knee-deep in icy sand. The Shadow Dimension.

reality is so fluid a concept---

There was some voice wasn't there? You could hear it over your shoulder, feel it whisper through your synapses, that ever-so mocking, ever-so knowing voice. That Evil. Slide a cane through the door and someone would knock it out, let the Devil free. He was free in this dimension, wasn't he? He trapped you there, well, that's what you thought, at any rate. Trapped your companion (your only friend) and you here, and it was simply toying with you, biding its time. It didn't know what you knew, didn't know how that story ended.

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Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,397