Hey everyone, I'm not dead. I was... taking a break. A really long one, which consisted of me completely losing motivation for nearly everything. I'm surprised I could even write this. It's honestly absolute crap, but I felt obliged to publish it anyways, seeing as it's the only thing I've written in... a month? Maybe more? I feel bad, but I couldn't really help it. Anyways, you guys probably don't want to hear about my life, it's pretty boring!
I hope you guys at least find this interesting.
(I still don't own Doctor Who.)
Niran chucked the book across the room, sending the other piles of books she had already read tumbling down. She sighed, running her fingers through her hair while looking around at the library. It wasn't a very large one, but it was taller than the average one. A creaky ladder stood to the side, as to reach the top shelves. That had actually been put there specifically for her, seeing as the Daleks most certainly wouldn't need it.
When Niran had first found the library, it had seemed very out of place. She was still very young then, but even so, knew that the Daleks didn't actually read for pleasure. They read the commands on screens, or status reports, but never any books. They had all the knowledge they needed implemented into them when they were created. So the fact that they had a library at all intrigued her and sent her into a spiral of constant reading.
She wasn't exactly sure how she knew how to read or write. Niran had assumed it was something she was born with, but any books that had any mentions of a young child spoke of them having to learn how to do such things. She often just shrugged it off as something the Daleks had implemented into her, but it still was quite a mystery.
Niran had been researching all about telepathic ability, and different fighting techniques. For about two weeks, to be exact. She had yet to get any sleep, and had eaten only a small bit of food. She was used to it though. Being the only person who had emotions on the ship, well, they sometimes forgot that what they made her do might have been a little too much for her conscious.
She had learned to deal with it. The most effective way was surprisingly listening to music. Niran had once taken to exploring the ship late at night, when she couldn't fall asleep. She had found a room filled with items taken from the Dalek's enemies as a trophy, in a way. They lied when they said they had no emotion. They had hatred, and pride.
The one Niran had been most drawn to however was a silver device that she had remembered distinctly in one of her books. A bit more scavenging led her to finding a pair of headphones. She plugged them in and turned on the device. She remembered being so shocked when she heard a loud noise come from the headphones.
Now, she was practically obsessed with the object. It was almost like her therapy; she always used it after she went into someone's mind. Recently, she had been using it a lot more. The heavy guitar in it always helped. She had learned the names of the bands quite soon, and the song names. Bands like My Chemical Romance, Black Veil Brides, Pierce The Veil, Twenty One Pilots, and Nirvana were all on the device.
She knew practically nothing about the bands. That was fine with her though, as she didn't really care as to who they were. She assumed they were human, judging by the pictures that came with the songs, but other than that, she was just left to enjoy it.
Niran scanned another book for information, but found next to nothing. She flinged it backwards, not caring of how big a noise it made. She was done with reading. She had found nothing at all to help her. She was still upset over her failure against…. She hissed slightly… the Doctor. Niran didn't do that well with losing. She had never lost before, what made her start now?
She quickly took off her headphones as she noticed a Dalek rolling in through the doorway. They were obviously there for her, so she stood up, not caring to clean up the mess that she left behind. It wasn't like the Daleks really cared what state she left it in. She also just lacked the motivation to actually do anything with the mess.
"You are needed in Sector 38B. Your assistance is required immediately." The Dalek exclaimed, turning around and leaving just as quickly as it came. Niran had found that the Daleks actually didn't enjoy interacting with her all that much, leaving her to fend for herself. She was mainly just used to help complete their missions. Not that she minded, seeing as she enjoyed them a little too much.
She stepped out of the library and started walking down the hall, her boots clanking against the metal flooring. Luckily Sector 38B wasn't that far away, or else they would probably end up being "angry" with her. Angry as in demanding she get there faster next time. It was always hard to hold in her giggles.
Outside of the door, Niran took a deep breath. It was probably just another standard mission, one where she had to go in to someone's mind and kill them. Simple enough. She wouldn't fail again. Taking a few deep breaths, Niran put on a cocky grin before stepping inside. She waved at the Daleks, falling into her usual arrogant walk, before leaning on the console and looking over at them.
"So, who am I killing this one? Someone from Gallifrey I assume, you guys seem to have taken an interest in them," Niran giggled softly, "Perhaps a little obsession? You seemed to have been stalking them a little too much." She had pressed a few buttons and their database popped up, showing all the information about the many Gallifreyan people whom they had searched.
"Your target for today is named Damario Iverwellar. She is the head of the Gallifreyan army. Her defenses might be stronger than the average person's." Dalek One exclaimed, in its usual monotonous voice.
Niran sighed, taping her fingers on the keyboard before slowly starting to fade out. Yet another fun mind projection. Might as well have fun with this one. "I'll be sure to make a thorough job of it then," She commented, before disappearing into the woman's mind. She had no idea what to expect.
Tripping over a stick was the last thing she had expected. When she had recovered from banging her head on the surprisingly soft ground, she stood up and glanced around. It seemed to be a peaceful forest, rich in red and orange colour. You could tell they were from Gallifrey easily.
Niran slowly made her way through the forest, curious as to what exactly the woman's protection was. It was a forest. A plain forest. That was it? There had to be some sort of hidden trap about it, this was far too simple.
Reaching a clearing in the forest, Niran was surprised to see that there stood a river, with many rocks littering its banks. The water was smooth and clear, a little too perfect to be realistic. Niran sat down near the edge, picking up a rock. She was surprised to be teleported through time into a memory. She grinned. That was so much simpler than it should have been. That must mean it would be simple to kill the woman.
Niran glanced around at her surroundings, and was surprised to see that she was on a countryside. There were a few trees that shone golden in the sunlight, but otherwise it was just a grassy field. Except for the little cottage, not far away. Niran assumed that was where she was to go, and walked across the field to reach it.
She knocked on the door, expecting on an answer, but was only met with cries. Of a young child. Niran slowly creaked open the wooden board meant to be a door, and was greeted with a sniffling child. She stood there, not knowing how to react. She didn't know how to react around young children. And this one was crying!
"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" The little girl sniffled, rubbing her eyes gently. Niran took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself. This girl wasn't her target, people couldn't remember things from their early childhood. Or, most of them couldn't.
"I'm Niran. What's your name?" Niran whispered softly, attempting to prove her point. The woman she was searching for couldn't be this innocent little-
"Damario. My name is Damario," The girl spoke softly, with anxiety in her voice. Niran froze, her eyes growing wide. She had to kill this little girl. The little girl who had just let a stranger into her house. She was stupid for a child, wasn't she?
"Damario, where are your parents?" Niran asked, a plan forming in her head. She was a ruthless killer. It wouldn't be that different to kill a child, right? She knew she would be asked to do it eventually… she just didn't expect it to be so soon.
"They've left. I don't know what happened," Damario whimpered, ducking her head down, almost as if it was the child's fault. Niran's heart began to beat faster, but she took a deep breath. She wasn't getting nervous now, was she? She had tried to kill a child before anyways… Theta.
"They'll return, don't worry. Would you like me to make some tea while you wait, Damario?" Niran questioned, already heading to the kitchen. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. She was going to casually poison the tea. It would be painless way to die, and came with a lot less guilt. She had only used it once before, but that was only because the person was crippled in the memory, and they needed to be put out of their stupid misery.
Niran scoffed at herself silently, berating herself for her mercy. She was supposed to make these people's deaths as painful as she could, they went against the Daleks in the future. But still… Niran glanced back at the child, who had wide eyes and looked so scared. She wasn't sure her conscious could handle kill this poor child's screams.
After the tea was made, Niran poured them both a glass. She sprinkled a little poison from a little packet in her bag into one cup, before handing it to the girl. "Go on, drink up," Niran encouraged, giving her a fake smile. Even as she did, she could feel her stomach churning. She bit the inside of her cheek, the familiar taste of iron flooding her mouth.
The girl's eyes lit up as she sipped the drink. Niran watched the girl drink the whole cup. The poison was supposed to work fast…
The girl's cup slipped from her fingers, crashing to the ground with a loud cracking noise. The cup shattered everywhere, scrapping across Niran's thighs and across the girl's too. The girl dropped to the ground, coughing up blood. It splattered across the ground, where Niran had stood right before she had moved over to the left.
Niran watched as the light left the girl's eyes, and she had to do her best not to cry herself. The girl's sobs were slowly receding, as her body went limp against the tiled floor. Niran checked the girl's pulse to make sure she was truly dead, before closing her eyes for a moment. The utter look of betrayal on the girl's face would forever be ingrained into her memory.
The scenery around her slowly faded, and she was returned to the Dalek ship. She quickly excused herself to her room, right after telling them the mission was successful. It was such a haze, she couldn't remember what she had done the minute before.
The next thing she remembered was sobbing into her pillow on her bed, trying to cover her screams. Of all the things she was expecting, she wasn't expecting that flash of hatred that went through the girl's eyes. Most of her client's had a look of shock, or agony, but never hatred. Never betrayal.
She wasn't sure she wanted to do this anymore.
Okay, I want to talk about something for a minute. It doesn't really have anything to do with this story, but I'm going to put it here anyways.
I think I'm putting The Universe Challenge on hiatus for a while. I don't really know where I'm going with that, and I need time to try and develop... something, with that. I feel like it went to crap, just like the other version, and I'm not sure how to fix it. So I'm going to completely stop writing it for a while. I'm really sorry, but I just need time.
In the meantime, I'll be working on this story. I actually have a pretty straightfoward idea on what I want to do here, even if it'll probably go pretty badly like my other ideas. But if you have any complaints or anything, you can always message me!
I hope you enjoyed.