Happy Birthday, Sweetie

by Shipsinthenight13

Anthony Williams, adopted son of Amelia and Rory Williams, has a normal life in a normal place with normal friends, oblivious to the life his parents had once had. Then one day, on his nineteenth birthday, his sister shows up. Suddenly his whole life gets turned upside a by a one Mrs. River Song.

25. Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

River let out a big laugh, "Oh,sweetie, that was such a big misunderstanding?" She laughed louder. None of the guests seemed to notice, all of them too busy dancing. Not even the slaves chained to the sidelines payed attention to the woman laughing crazily.

"Oh, Miss Melody, cover it up all you like, I know the truth." Ephraim let out a large sigh, "But, for tonight, I'm willing to overlook it. Because, tonight, is my party!"

Katie and I shared an awkward look.

"Well, technically, every night is my party." He laughed, hauntingly, "But as prisons go, this one of the nicer ones."

"Prisons?" Katie asked. River shot her a look somewhere in between terror and annoyance.

"Yes, my own little creation. I rather like it. The especially bad ones get tied to the rail. Doomed to eternally watch the people who shall never stop dancing."

"And thanks to your good friend Kaeson, your right where I want you." Ephraim smiled proudly.

"What?" I gaped. Again, River gave me her agitated look.

"Oh, River, you shouldn't be surprised." Ephraim smiled. "You know Kaeson. He would much less help you over me. I can kill him with a snap of my fingers. Him and everything he's created. This was to be expected."

"I'm sorry." Katie interrupted, "But how is this place a prison?"

"Oh, my sweet summer child." Ephraim chuckled boisterously. "You clearly have never traveled to the Sentiol Galaxy."

"I'm afraid not." Katie responded cooly.

"Not to worry dear, not to worry. It's all simple technology. The isofram traps them in an undying place of pleasantness. Well, at least they look pleasant. Their minds on the hand, are not so pleasant."

"But… why?" She asked.

"Oh, darling, you've got me monologuing. But none the matter, I'll tell you anyway." He leaned into her, so much so that she had to lean backwards. She tried to escape, but he grabbed her dress collar. "It feeds me." he whispered, emphasizing every word. He leaned back up, his effervescent smile, prominent once again. "But you don't have to worry about not knowing the logistics. Because, very soon, they will be oh so familiar."