Just as I had predicted, the Prince fell asleep as soon as his head hit the ground. Men had a tendency of doing that around me, especially in situations when they are made to exert any energy on their part. It was a part of the Timelord Physicality to enjoy oneself, if you understand my meaning, but still I was a bit more " Powerful" than many men.
This is discovered when one reaches maturity and are allowed to visit the Room of Erotic Administrations from around the Universe, or in the common tongue, The Shot Room. This is where every Gallifreyan learns their sexual boundaries so they don't injure ourselves. Mine, have a tendency of being a bit more on the pain side, especially inflicting it. Suddenly the world was brighted with white light blinding me.
" Wake up!" I screamed to the Prince, and like a rabbit he awoke and disappeared into the tall grass. " What about you?"
" I'll be fine. Run my Prince. Run until they can't find you." And feeling a pinch in my arm saw my world go black.
" My Prince, where are you?" Sherlock's voice echoed through the Chapel. Nothing pervaded the musty air. Sherlock managed to scare the manager into paying him 20,00 joules a month, but something didn't sit right with Sherlock. As he left the Chapel he caught the soft whispers of people and even softer footsteps. The Opera House suddenly shook on its foundations, the blast throwing airborne acid all around. Sherlock lay stunned on the grand staircase, his body refusing to move. He had been running up to the rafters when the blast went off only feet from the right side of him. It picked him up and threw him the rest of the way up the stairs. Groaning, Sherlock stood on jelly legs, his entire body aching, his face stinging as if a black hornet had stung him. He continued to run, down instead of up to lose his pursers, when he stumbled unto the cellars. Sherlock ran through the building's blueprints in his head, only to come across a cavern at the far side of the lake, that he knew wasn't in the original schematics.
" Ala." He muttered and coming to the river that flowed through the theater, he jumped in and swam. The water had removed most of the stinging but Sherlock was worried; he could smell blood. Soon the river turned into a lake that was surprisingly shallow. Hauling himself out of the water, Sherlock found his way through the darkness, walking over and into things as he found the light switch. Around him, the cavern lit up with the warm glow of lithium lamps, and Sherlock discovered a well-furnished apartment, with other caverns branching off. Sherlock licked his lips, the salt from the water mixing with the river of blood flowing down his face. Trying not to panic, Sherlock found a mirror and discovered what actually happened on the stairs. When the bomb went off, shrapnel cut across his face and scalp, leaving giant gashes, when the acid ate away the lower part of his eye and part of his nose. Sherlock roared in fear and anger. A face like this would never be able to be seen in the light of day, let alone… The tears he cried stung the open wounds, but after finding the medical kit and patching himself up, Sherlock realized that he would be able to be seen by another Gallifreyan because he would be shunned.
" I have lived alone all this time. Why should care about another couple of years?" Sherlock muttered and resolving to take his place as the Opera Ghost to hide who he really was, Sherlock crawled into the bed that was in one of the other caverns and slept.
The first part of the Trilogy is written, any ideas what will happen next? R&R