Darkness isn’t always empty
With a rising howl, like a million souls tortured beyond the point of madness, the Dark solidified. Shadows rushed towards it like children to their mother. It grew darker, and deeper, with every passing second and each additional shadow.
Something huge cast its shade into the universe.
The pen torch’s tiny bulb died. The Doctor and Cadwell were embraced by the darkness. It heaved and sucked and clawed its way from nowhere, right in front of them. They couldn’t see it. But they could hear its first guttural breath, feel the rancid air on their fear-pricked skin. The blackness pressed against their eyes, filled their ears, probed every orifice with a clammy urgency.
Something moved in the dark, heavy and wet as a bath full of worms. A cold, moist finger touched the Doctor’s face.
Up until that point the Doctor had kept his eyes resolutely, pointlessly open. Now, as he felt its first touch, he shut them tight. The finger moved slowly over his nose and lips; the gentle caress of a drowned lover. The Doctor began to shake.
I’ve come for you, Time Lord…
Only I would read something like that and have fic ideas spring into my head… *is a sucker for Five in despair*
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