Can't Turn Back by Sera
A/N: This story is set sometime in the future, but I'm on book 45 so anything which is about to happen, such as Visser Three getting promoted, hasn't happened yet. I guess you could say it's sort of an alternate universe, for something will happen which I'm sure will never happen in any of the books. Onwards!
Prologue
(Ax's POV)
I was in a room, all alone. Alone? No, there was something in a corner, something large and awe-inspiring. I took a step closer, and realised that I was in human morph. Strange, I pondered. What is the meaning of this dream?
Another step. And another. Each bringing me closer to the shape erect at the other end of the room. It's top rotated... an enormous red eye blinked at me, assessing, calculating. A voice spoke in my head; not thought-speak, not even a speech familiar to that of the Leerans or the Ellimist. Feelings, raw emotions were being channeled into me, pumping me fit to burst with one of the purest and most destructive traits in the known galaxy and beyond.
Hatred. Blood-lust. Rage. Fury. All these poured into my soul, brimming within me like a waterfall, until I felt that I could stand it no longer. Still the eye held me in its malevolent gaze. I screamed. I screamed until the walls of the chamber I was in reverberated with the sound; I screamed until the fabric of the earth itself seemed to buckle under my unsteady legs. I screamed until I could do so no more, until the unfiltered power contained in me sought to burst forth and to contaminate the world. I fell to my knees on the frosted, unyielding floor of the plane. I wept.
A/N: This story is set sometime in the future, but I'm on book 45 so anything which is about to happen, such as Visser Three getting promoted, hasn't happened yet. I guess you could say it's sort of an alternate universe, for something will happen which I'm sure will never happen in any of the books. Onwards!
Prologue
(Ax's POV)
I was in a room, all alone. Alone? No, there was something in a corner, something large and awe-inspiring. I took a step closer, and realised that I was in human morph. Strange, I pondered. What is the meaning of this dream?
Another step. And another. Each bringing me closer to the shape erect at the other end of the room. It's top rotated... an enormous red eye blinked at me, assessing, calculating. A voice spoke in my head; not thought-speak, not even a speech familiar to that of the Leerans or the Ellimist. Feelings, raw emotions were being channeled into me, pumping me fit to burst with one of the purest and most destructive traits in the known galaxy and beyond.
Hatred. Blood-lust. Rage. Fury. All these poured into my soul, brimming within me like a waterfall, until I felt that I could stand it no longer. Still the eye held me in its malevolent gaze. I screamed. I screamed until the walls of the chamber I was in reverberated with the sound; I screamed until the fabric of the earth itself seemed to buckle under my unsteady legs. I screamed until I could do so no more, until the unfiltered power contained in me sought to burst forth and to contaminate the world. I fell to my knees on the frosted, unyielding floor of the plane. I wept.
