Clara Oswin Oswald took in her surroundings.
She had just woken up to find herself in…wherever here was.
The overall colour was white. Other colours were splashed everywhere in a sort of puddle rainbow. It didn't seem to have any physical form, it felt as if Clara was floating and yet, she was definitely standing on something.
HELLO.
The voice echoed, making Clara jump a few feet into the air. She turned to the speaker. He was wearing a black robe, which looked old and worn with some dignity and a scythe in one hand. He was also a skeleton, with glowing blue orbs in his eye sockets, that were clearly aimed at her.
"Sorry didn't see you there." She apologised quickly, feeling slightly intimated by the skeleton. "You just sort of popped into existence."
I TEND TO GIVE THAT IMPRESSION, said Death, nodding his head.
Clara thought his head was going to fall off, but then if a skeleton managed to stand upright without falling to a pile of bones on the floor. Then there was a very good chance the rest of it will stay up too.
"Right…where are we?" she asked.
IN-BETWEEN THE SKIN OF REALITIES IN SOMETHING SIMILAR TO THE VOID.
"That sounds bad…Is that bad?"
NOT TO US THAT IS.
Clara thought. After everything that had happened so far, she understood that something important had happened. It was just down to decipher what had happened. She was so sure the skeleton figure was a clue.
She then came to some conclusion.
"Am I…dead?" she asked.
ONLY TO A CERTAIN DEGREE. said Death.
"What about the degree left?"
IT SAYS YOU ARE MOSTLY DEAD.
"Mostly dead?"
APPARENTLY YOU ARE SET FOR A FORM OF REINCARNATIONS.
"Really? I didn't know there are other forms of reincarnation?"
ONLY SINCE YOU DIED. SPECIAL CASE, I AM TOLD.
"I suppose it was a good death…Getting blown up. But it wasn't l like I had much to live with anyway, being a Dalek and all…" Clara said thoughtfully.
YOU'LL BE SURPRISED WHAT ONE CAN DO, Death said, WITH WHAT THEY HAVE.
A sudden thought entered Clara's head.
"Do you think I'll meet him again? The Doctor?"
MOST LIKELY.
Death then brought out an hourglass. The sand had already made the trip down to the other end and yet, had a sort of restlessness to it. It was as if the sand was about to burst through the glass itself. It tickled Clara's skin.
Death's bony fingers clicked together, sounding more like a crack, then a click.
Clara watched in amazement as the sand gave a little shiver, before resting at the bottom. Death then flipped the hourglass over, the sand trickling down to the other end.
"Why did you do that?" she asked.
SO YOU CAN LIVE AGAIN. THIS IS YOUR HOURGLASS AFTER ALL. Death explained.
"But…I thought I was going to be reincarnated? Don't you become a different being when that happens?" Clara asked, puzzled.
I SAID YOU WERE IN FOR ANOTHER FORM OF REINCARNATION. IT DOES MEAN IT IS THAT FORM OF REINCARNATION.
"So what happens now?"
YOU WILL GO BACK TO THE UNIVERSE, WITH NO MEMORY OF THIS.
"Oh…I seem to be fading…" Clara noticed.
She could visible see the whiteness underneath her, until her body decided to be physical again. But each time she faded out, it became longer.
Then she disappeared completely.
Death looked to the place to where Clara had been. He had met many people: important people and not so important people. Clara was a rare case...he had a feeling he would be seeing her again.
With that he strode into nothingness...
You would never have known he was there.
This story will be a series of one-shots about (you guessed it) Clara's deaths. The next one will be up soon, but I can certainly say there will be more chapters as Clara dies, again.
So really, expect this story to pick up a few internet dust particles in the shelves of Fanfiction.
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