Dalek Sec looked upon the entity with distrust, her eyes were as bright as suns, dark hair shimmered along her back, black as night. She was enormous, bigger than the Nightmare Child, whose jaws had swallowed the Creator's ship.
" Why do you take this form? Explain! " Commanded Sec , trying in vain to move.
" You cannot move Dalek Sec, your body is rotting somewhere in the Torchwood US Division. You are merely a collection of time and memories. "
" I am perfectly aware of that! " He spat " Explain your likeness! "
" Does it bother you? " She smirked, pulling a long strand of hair and twiddling it, causing sparks to bounce around the emptiness. Sec noted that a golden gauntlet was fused to her flesh, her other arm was missing, a blackened stump in it's place.
"No, but I am curious. "
" She was the first thing that you thought of as Mother, so I took her likeness, as you took her life."
" I was a newborn Dalek! Killing was all I'd known! " Defended the Dalek, how could he of not taken life. He'd taken billions since.
"But you did it in such a cruel manner didn't you? No straight out shot? It took her an four hours to die. She gave birth before she did, the infant frozen to her breast. Very imaginative I would say! Didn't that get you noticed by the Emperor? "
"Affirmative " Confirmed Sec, he didn't feel guilty about the killings, only at how unnecessary it had all turned out to be, unfortunately Daleks did not reign supreme.
"As I thought " quipped the Mother, examining the gauntlet this way and that. " Listen, I brought you out of eternity for a reason, you interested me, stood out, walked! I actually have a bet with someone, he's called Fate, terrible gambler. We bet that a Dalek would never be able to adapt and enjoy life. Never reproduce or nurture. He thought it was an easy win, don't let him! I want my other gauntlet back! "
Dalek Sec could not believe it, she'd brought him out for eternity for a bet? A game? He bristled with white hot anger as she spat into the palm of her hand. He couldn't speak and she was reaching his way, the gob of phlegm shimmering as the Daleks consciousness was englufed by it.
He screamed as his entire hybrid body regrew, first the nervous system, white hot pain blurring up his forming spine, settling into the bones and organs. Then the awful itch of regrowing skin. Then it stopped. Dalek Sec sat up in the Mother's palm and feebly looked around, he was covered in a sort of caul, connected to it by spidery veins pumping him full of nutrients.
" I sorted out the genetic errors Dalek Sec. You won't be so..swollen and slimy, like your previous body. The same but..more refined. " Smiled the Mother " Now sleep "
He slept, and for the first time, he dreamed.