Doctor Who
A Siren's Song
Chapter Five
The moment Darla felt the wave of energy hit her, everything went dark. She thought she would feel pain a lot in fact, but she felt nothing. Opening her eyes, Darla looked around, but all she could see was darkness. Gone was the dock, Mr. Smith, Jo, and Deidre. Where was she, Darla thought, is this what death feels like? She pondered.
You're not dead. I protected you.
A familiar voice echoed through the darkness. But no matter where Darla looked, she couldn't find anyone else here.
"You sound like me. Why?" Darla asked the voice.
"Because I am you."
As Darla stood there, she felt a hand touch hers. Turning around, she looked into the eyes of a woman who looked exactly like her, except she had long, blond hair instead of black. A smile spread across the woman's lips as she continued staring at Darla.
It's time, the woman said calmly
"Time for what I don't understand?" Darla asked.
"To remember who you truly are,"
A light flashed before her and Darla was no longer in the darkness, but back on the dock. The clouds were fluffy and white as they sailed across the sky. There was no fog insight but a piercing blue sapphire sky instead. The sun would even peek out from the clouds from time to time, shining its wonderful light. The boards beneath her feet look brand new, as did the boats that were tied to the dock.
The woman pointed to three blonde haired women dancing by the dock. As the two of them grew closer, they got a better look at the three women. All of them had blond hair and sea-blue eyes. Darla noticed one looked like Deidre, but she couldn't make out the other two. Yet as she stared at the older blonde, she felt as if she knew her.
They continued to watch as the girls kept dancing. The fish even jumped in the air and flipped around, joining in on the fun. Soon, laughter filled the air, but a yawn escaped one of the girl's lips. The older woman smiled and turned to her.
"Tired Deidre?" The older woman asked,
"Yeah, I'm still not used to this planet yet. The pressure is unbearable," Deidre said.
"That's understandable we did crash-land here. Luckily, we found the sea. Why don't you rest while me and Dana explore this area some more," the older woman said.
Nodding, Deidre headed back over to the silver crescent ship. Taking a hold of Dana's hand, the two of them walked to the water's edge, moving closer toward the dock.
With a smile across her face, Dana ran ahead and pointed to the various boats, but soon screams filled the air as the girl tried to reach out to the older woman, but a man pulled her away.
"Sister!" Dana screamed.
"No, Dana!" the older woman shouted.
Running after her and blasting away at the men, the older woman was about to reach her Dana when something hit her hard in the back of the head. Dropping to her knees, the older woman struggled to keep her eyes open.
Darla got a closer look at the face and the body of the young man. It was Garrett Thompson.
"I'm sorry, but we can't have and her roaming around here," the young fisher said.
"Sir, I found some strange older ship," another man said.
"Push it into the sea," Garrett Thompson said.
"No, please," the woman pleaded
Another swift kick in the head, Darkness welcome to her.
Darla was once again back in darkness, but the woman stood in front of her with tears pouring down her cheeks. As pools of information flowed into her mind, Darla could finally make sense of her life. The way people would always stare at her on the street and why the men would always give her a stern stare. Yes, she knew who she was and vowed never to forget again.
Darla embraced the woman, then pulled away. The women smiled as her solid form grew transparent.
"Now you know who you are,"
Balling up her fist and gritting her teeth, Darla nodded. It made sense that no one in town told her of her past and why she always felt the left out. But what they did filled her heart with such dread and anger that she had a hard time keeping it inside. The woman took a hold of Dara's hands and looked in her eyes.
"They must pay for what they have done," Darla seethed.
" Yes, the woman replied. But not like this."
"What do you mean?" Darla asked, her anger still fuming.
"Violence will only cause more violence. We must wait for the right time to strike."
Closing her eyes, Darla took a deep breath as the anger that once radiated through her body diminished.
"You are right, I am oldest I must be an example,"
"Now you know what we must do."
"Yes, thank you."
The woman smiled as her imaged faded and her essence flowed back into Darla. Soon a light emulated around Darla, dissolving the darkness. Opening her eyes, a content sigh escaped her lips as she was back on the dock. But this time, she was standing in a cerulean blue light with her eyes giving off a blue glow. With her memory back, she looked at Deidre with a smile upon her lips, but sadness in her eyes.
Oh... Deidre, how much agony you have endured. But worry not, for you are no longer alone. I don't know how, but I will fix this... I promise.