Rory Williams is having that sort of day. (abitdifficult) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-05-03 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, rory williams |
WHO: Rory Williams, the Last Centurion.
WHAT: His First Memory
WHEN: Thursday Night, after a long shift.
WARNINGS: None.
STATUS: Narrative, complete.
"I wish I could tell you that you'll be loved."
The woman's voice was quiet, somehow familiar but Rory couldn't place it. The room was stark white, and he could only make out movement, not people or shapes. The voices seemed so far away.
"That you'll be safe and cared for and protected. But this isn't the time for lies."
Everything came into focus, and he was walking through stark, dark hallways made of steel wearing the uniform of a Roman centurion. It should have been ridiculous, but somehow he was anything but. The sword at his side seemed the least threatening thing about him at the moment. Even though Rory knew that was him, at the same time he was unrecognizable.
"What are you going to be, Melody, is very, very brave. But not as brave as they'll have to be. Because there's someone coming. I don't know where he is, or what he's doing, but trust me. He's on his way."
The conviction in her voice seemed to mirror Rory's own as he strode past spaceships and strange metal robot men as if nothing was unusual or terrible about them. Behind him, a strange, gangly man with ridiculous hair and a bow tie was doing something to the doors. Rory just kept walking.
"There's a man who is never gonna let us down. And not even an army can get in the way."
Explosions rocked the hallways as Rory climbed the levels, ignoring the strange man darting off on his own, knowing his purpose was to help and he didn't require Rory's input. He had a task of his own.
"He's the last of his kind. He looks young, but he's lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. And wherever they take you, Melody, however scared you are, I promise you, you will never be alone."
Rory finally reached the top level, and with the same determined, furious air, walked into a room with the robot men, glaring at them with cold anger as they pointed ridiculously huge guns at him.
"Because this man is your father. He has a name, but the people of our world know him better as the Last Centurion."
"I have a message and a question. A message from the Doctor, and a question from me. Where is my wife?"