She tried not move, in fact she tried not to breathe as she felt something brush past her in the near dark. Its touch was feather light and could easily be mistaken for cobwebs...except for the whispery voice.
"Why so silent, we only want to talk. It's been so long since we have talked to anyone."
Martha tried not to shiver as she felt a ghostly breath ruffle her hair. Whatever it was, she really didn't want to have a conversation with it.
"Don't be afraid, we only want to be warm. It's so cold in here."
The voice sounded so innocent and inviting, the plaintive tone so mesmerising...if they were cold, perhaps she u help them get warm.
"Talk to us, we are blind, we long to hear your voice," the whisper once again floated in the dark.
Martha found herself moving towards the sound, walking between the sarcophagi without even knowing they were there.
"Yes, come little girl. Talk with us, share your warmth."
Martha stopped as the dark was invaded by the most beautiful light she'd ever seen. It was like the fairy lights she'd so wanted to see when she was a child, looking wistfully out of her window.
The lights danced in front of her and around her and the voices whispered gently in her ear.
"Come away, little girl, come away."
As the lights surrounded her she found herself back in her bedroom, that little girl looking out at the garden and staring in delight when she saw the lights dancing at the bottom of her parent's garden.
She ran down the stairs and using the footstool she reached up and unlocked the back door and ran out into the garden.
"Come away little girl, to a place where rainbows live forever and the sun shines and magic never dies."
She reached out a hand and was about to touch one of the lights when she was dragged violently backwards and Ianto's voice cut through the other voices.
"She's mine!" he hissed at the lights.
Martha shook her head, she was no longer that little girl and the lights were definitely not fairy lights.
The fairies she knew didn't look like that, all teeth and drool. They snapped in frustration as their prey was dragged away.
"Give her to us, she is ours!" they hissed.
"Ish nihal niah!" Ianto snarled.
Whatever he said it caused the things in front of Martha to recoil and draw back into the shadows, only their hisses of "Ours" echoing in the dark.
Ianto turned to Martha and she could see the glow in his eyes. "Next time I'll let them have you," he said and began pulling her further into the mausoleum.
Martha wondered how far they were going to go when they stopped in front of what seemed to be the largest sarcophagus she'd ever seen.
"Wait here and do not wander off again," Ianto said.
Martha nodded, recognising the not so veiled threat in his voice. She watched as he approached the tomb and ran a hand over the carved stone and wasn't surprised when the stone began to glow under his hand.
"This is my final resting place, for my physical body. For millennia I have been sleeping...waiting to be awakened... waiting for revenge. Soon I will have it, when I return to my temple and take all of my power...vengeance."
There was silence once again as Ianto walked round the tomb and Martha although scared couldn't help herself.
"Revenge on whom?"
"The one who killed me and placed in my prison...my brother, the one you know as the Darkness."
Jack inhaled sharply as he saw the Dalek cruiser behind them and frowned. "Why aren't they attacking, we're sitting ducks?"
Gwen said nothing at first but a few seconds spoke. "They won't, because they need us...well he needs us, the Darkness. Think about Jack, the Darkness wants something and that something must be this Light thing. Perhaps he can't do it himself...perhaps those traps in that pyramid weren't meant for us...but for him."
Jack nodded, Gwen's words confirming what he thought. "And we're the ones springing the traps."
Gwen laughed humourlessly. "Yeah, and he just waltzes in with his new bully boys and takes the prize. Well I'm not playing his game anymore."
Gwen pressed her com. "I know you can hear me you twisted bastard. I'm not playing this game anymore!"
There was silence and for a moment Jack thought they couldn't hear Gwen and was about to pray that they didn't, when the com hissed into life.
"Is that so Gwen Cooper? Aren't we the brave one? And what about you Jack Harkness, are you saying no too?"
The voice that sounded so familiar but with that unfamiliar and unsettling tone to it spoke in Jack's ear.
"What if I do say no?"
"Oh, you're really not aware of the rules...no, wait a minute, I never told you the rules did I? How remiss of me. Well here's the only rule, any disobedience will be punished. Observe."
The screen in front of Jack flickered and a planet appeared on the screen.
"Do you recognise that planet, Captain?"
"That's Signa Prime."
"Well done, and how many people live on Signa Prime?"
"Five billion," Jack replied, a feeling of dread welling in his guts.
There was silence and Jack watched the screen in silent horror as the planet began to glow and without warning exploded in violent destruction.
"Not anymore. Like I said, disobedience will be punished. Is that understood Gwen Cooper and Jack Harkness?"
Jack could hear Gwen stifling a sob and he reined back his temper. "Understood," he ground out.
"Wonderful, then we understand each other. Now I will give you a head start, after all I am nothing if not a good sport."
The Dalek cruiser turned away and the Supreme Dalek watched as the small fighter disappeared from view. This did not seem logical to it, what was his Emperor doing?
It turned to its Emperor and made a fatal mistake. "Why did you let them go?"
Seconds later the mutant inside was screaming in agony and its Emperor's voice filled its head.
"You do not question me. Take it away and dispose of it."
"We obey!" a chorus of Dalek voices answered.
The Darkness turned to his six constant companions. He pointed to one.
"You will become the Supreme Dalek. I think we have given the good captain enough time. It is time, ready the army and prepare my personal squadron. When I return we will take this sorry excuse for a universe and burn it!"
"We obey!"
Orders were relayed across the cruiser and to the waiting fleet and in the bowels of each cruiser the new race of Dalek hybrids and the myriad Daleks chorused.
"We obey!"