It began with a brilliant flash of light, a scream and a great surge of searing pain that shot through his beaten body...and then there was nothing.
He found himself drifting through the dark void, the precipice between life and death.
He was slipping, falling ever closer into the blackness of non-existence, from which none returned.
But no! He could not let it end like this. He had so much to do, so much to accomplish, if he gave up now then his grand dream would never be realised.
The universe needed him. It was nothing but chaos, a disorganised mess that needed a strong hand to impose the needed order and rule it.
All those that had mocked and betrayed him, all those that stood against him would be made to pay for what they had done, he swore that on what was left of his fractured soul.
He summoned all the strength that was left in his frail form and managed to lift his right arm from the cold, steel table and press a small button. There was a small hum of power, and he found himself slowly drifting back towards life.
Then, just as his life force re-entered his body, everything froze. His body temperature lowered, his pulse dropped to almost a beat per minute and his right arm dropped to his side, its work done.
He just sat there motionless, the support system keeping him frozen until his body healed, and someone came to his rescue.
Year upon year upon year passed by and the room in which he sat grew old and dusty. Some rubble and a pillar or two crashed to the ground, as all around him his would be murderers stripped the complex bare. The only company he had was that of a few spiders weaving their silver webs around him like a protective cocoon. Not that he would have noticed though, he just sat there, waiting…
Then all of a sudden he stirred. Help had arrived at last! His withered right hand slowly lifted up, and he brought it to another button on his chair and pressed it.
The life suspension system switched off, and the blue light fixed into the centre of his forehead blazed with power once again as he began to speak.
"So, the long darkness has ended. An eternity of waiting is over. The resurrection has come as I always knew it would!"
He swivelled round to where he could see his rescuers.
There was an old man and a young woman on either side of the room, they were not important. But there was one in the middle, one whom he knew of old.
He moved towards the small group, and shouted out the first question of a great many that raced through his mind. "WHERE ARE MY DALEKS?"
Davros was alive once more.