Christmas Carols- day six
The voices were beautiful, Amy thought while she listened to them walking through the snow covered streets. They were drawing her towards the sound. Such a sweet children voices singing some of the most beautiful Christmas carols she had ever heard. The Doctor had warned her about this choirs and what they really were, but they were too beautiful to ignore. Ever since he landed the TARDIS on this planted she was mesmerized from hearing them.
"Don't let them get to you Pond." The Doctor had warned her before he opened the doors. His look was intent and pointed as if he was trying to find the answer if he should let her out or no in her eyes.
"Why Doctor, what is so bad about children singing Christmas carols?" She had asked.
"They are no children Pond; don't you ever listen when I explain about the place we are going to?" The Doctor chided her again with this patronising voice of his. "Of course you don't why would I think that you would? They are spirits. The spirits of Christmas on this planet."
"The spirits of Christmas?" Amy had asked sceptically. "And why is that so bad?"
"Because Pond. Now enough questions just stay away from them and close your ears." The Doctor told her and tried to exit the TARDIS, but she ran quickly and barred his way.
"Oh, no Doctor you are not getting out of here until you explain to me about these spirits and why they are so bad." She demanded crossing her hands.
"There was a time in this human colony when Christmas was celebrated like it was on Earth. But then for some or other reason someone decided to forbid it." The Doctor started his explanation with resignation. He really had better things to do than that, but Amy could be really stubborn when she wanted. "They started to execute everyone who would dare to sing Christmas carols on the streets on Christmas, but there would be that choir of children that just wouldn't stop until they were killed one by one. Only they wouldn't stop then too, and would keep singing alluring everyone who would listen to their songs on the Christmas Eve. Anyone who listen to their song for too long and find them had never been seen again. People say that they join the choir and become one of the children." The Doctor told her seriously but then bounced down to the doors. "Utter rubbish if you ask me but still be aware Pond."
And now she was ignoring the Doctor again and doing exactly what he told her not to. But the song was too good, and the night was perfect and white and the children's voices were ringing with the sweet like honey melody. It made her think of first Christmas nights with babies and shepherds and stars in the sky. Who could stay untouched by this she thought still walking towards the direction of the voices, until she finally came to the place they were coming from and all the illusion was broken. Their faces were distorted in twisted smiles and they were holding burnt out full with insects lanterns. But they kept on singing their Christmas carol, their voices still alluring. Amy could feel the need to scream and run but the sound was hypnotizing her pulling her towards them.
She felt someone putting something into her ears and in that moment the sound was gone. Now she could see the choirs for what they were without the sound, and she could not supress her scream this time.
"I did tell you Pond." The Doctor sighed behind her.