Immortality of the Daleks

by angelscoverupyourpin

This is my first attempt at writing a Doctor Who themed story. On the planet Randigon, the Daleks have been experimenting to try and find the cure of death. A legend in time has misled them to think the people are immortal, but in reality they're not. It seems that the Daleks have been going after the wrong thing. Maybe they need a Doctor to cure them?

7. Divide and Conquer

Chapter Seven: Divide and Conquer

In the not too distant past…

'Are you all right?'
'How much do you know about fear?'
'I know enough, what are you afraid of?'
'The Daleks, of course. They're going to kill us aren't they?'
'Not yet. I have a plan to destroy them. I heard a familiar sound coming from the caves a few hours ago; I must go and find them. Stay here, stay quiet, and I miss you. I'll be back, I promise you.'

Kwinx's mind was snatched back into the present, once again into the sight of a mass arsenal of Daleks between them and the salvation of Randigon.

'What do we do?' asked a hopeless Clara, as she grabbed the Doctor's hand.

'I have an idea. It'll be risky, but it's the only way we are heading across here.' informed Kwinx. With a few words of reassurance, he left the two there, waiting to live, waiting to die. To Clara, she only saw herself dying.

Kwinx's perspective…

'...heading across here. Stay here, I'll be right back I promise.' I leave the Doctor in Clara's capable hands as I sprint back along the edge of the ship. It takes much less time on my own to make it back to the breach where we left. Luckily for me I was a skilled climber once: lucky for me this ship isn't smooth. A few fast paced lifts later and I'm on board again. Well, that's unfortunate… no Daleks to fight with yet. Now... if I remember, the Doctor's experiment room was just down here...

Clara's perspective

I will die here. How on Earth are we supposed to make it across here without all those Dalek's seeing?! I don't know how Kwinx expects to do it. Hopefully, he's thought of something that is similar to invisibility. The Doctor looks weak, dying. But he can't die. He just can't!

'Doctor? Still kicking?' I ask jokingly. He nods in reply, but looking wearier than before. He must need something. As I ask this question he looks at me with such intense desire for help.

'I need... tea.' Huh? Tea? Once again, he manages to make light of every situation. That's it, Doctor. Act silly when we're going to die in minutes.

'Well, when we're back in the TARDIS you can take us back to the Lake District, yeah?' I laugh in a false joke. I wish that was the first time, but this life he leads: it's full of danger and fear and death. And yet it's amazing and beautiful and... to be quite honest exhilarating. I must have lost my train of thought, because I suddenly see three Daleks facing me, their guns pointed directly in my face.

Twenty minutes after Kwinx leaves, he returns pushing three Daleks: two familiar ones, plus the new red Dalek that somehow he must have captured while he returned to the ship. Clara began to wonder how strong he actually was, before being snapped out of it by the Doctor.

'Come on, get in, quickly before the Daleks see you.' ordered a slightly stronger Time Lord. As Clara protested - eventually conceding - with her eyes, the Doctor was aided into his Dalek by a helpful Kwinx. He showed the Doctor how to control the Dalek, before briskly jumping into his own. In whispers, he spoke: 'Now, try to stay along the edge of the patrols.'

They did so, and as they gradually crossed their minefield of Daleks, not one of them urged questions from them. As they began to reach the end of the field, their paces sped up ever so slightly... but it was enough.

'WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?' quizzed a blue Dalek, halted by the trio blocking his path. Kwinx was the one to respond from his yellow casing.

'I am taking some assistance out to the biomechanoid clusters for experimental purposes.' Unbelievably, the blue Dalek believed him, and turned away to finish patrolling. Silently now, the three of them left the field, and made way to the TARDIS.

'Good work Kwinx!' delighted a more charismatic Doctor. Sure enough, they closed in on the ship that Clara never thought she'd miss. However, as they began to exit their casings, a booming voice echoed throughout the greenish blue atmosphere: it left them sombre.

'ALL DALEKS MUST FIND THE DOCTOR, HIS COMPANION, AND A TRAITOR SLAVE. THEY HAVE ESCAPED. REPORTS INDICATE THREE DALEK SIGNALS HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED. BE ON LOOKOUT FOR A DRONE, ETERNAL AND SUPREME CONVERSION DALEK. FIND THE DOCTOR. SEEK, LOCATE, EXTERMINATE.'

It was the Supreme Dalek.