|fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2013-12-26 18:55:00
|Entry tags:||clara oswin oswald, leto atreides ii, zz:status complete|
Fear is the mind killer. Fear is good. Fear is human. Fear isn't dalek. [Leto]
Oswin was excited for Christmas morning -- the presents, the food, the company and cheesy Christmas specials on the telly. She woke in her mind's eye and started to go through her daily routine -- patching up an imagined exit to her small craft, cleaning up from the attempted intrusion that came every night.
Being so close to Christmas, Oswin didn't let the strange message from the PathWeb bother her. Oswin had hacked the PathWeb before, a sort of locked down intraweb version of dalek telepathy. It disturbed her that a message should come in and use the same channel. Stranger was the message itself -- instructions on how to open a dalek shell from the inside. It happened at the City's tree and she tried to burry the meaning behind it.
All Oswin wanted was to have a lovely Christmas.
The time readout inside the craft said 5:52 AM. Leto would likely be asleep. Oswin sat in her imagined overstuffed captain's chair and turned on the view screen. The blue lens of the dalek's eyestalk flickered to life and focused on the tree.
And then Oswin saw her own lifeless body folded up underneath it.
The apartment was filled with a terrible, electronic noise. But it wasn't an alarm. The dalek was screaming.