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banished_dame) wrote2008-04-04 02:44 pm
banished_dame) wrote2008-04-04 02:44 pm
[TM] 225 - Without Words.
It's a swirling vortex behind her. Pulling all of them into the void. A howling wind of nothingness that pulls with everything it doesn't have in it, hoping to fill it with something... with anything. It's the sounds of metal rushing past her, whipping her hair across her cheek, and into her mouth. It's the flap of the fabric of her jeans tugging hard against her hips as it tries to take her with. It's the grind of metal still firmly in place with magnets that the world really isn't quite ready for just yet. It's the cries of a thousand Daleks knowing their fate is something they'll never escape.
It's deafening... the sound of the end.
***
When it's done... when the roar has quieted down to nothing, and the wind that pulled at her with such determination no longer wants her... the silence cuts through her. It's a silence that feels as flat and vacant as the wall she's forced to stare at.
It's the nothing... and the very lack of sound makes it seem like none of it is real. Real was the forceful winds that blocked out everything except the sound of her heart racing at a rate so fast it threatened to push her pulse to dangerous levels. Real was the sound of metal clacking loudly against metal as the Daleks clattered against each other on their way out of this world and into the void.
Instead she's forced to listen to the truth.
It's cold and it's hollow and it sounds like sadness.
It's deafening... the lack of sound at the beginning.
It's deafening... the sound of the end.
When it's done... when the roar has quieted down to nothing, and the wind that pulled at her with such determination no longer wants her... the silence cuts through her. It's a silence that feels as flat and vacant as the wall she's forced to stare at.
It's the nothing... and the very lack of sound makes it seem like none of it is real. Real was the forceful winds that blocked out everything except the sound of her heart racing at a rate so fast it threatened to push her pulse to dangerous levels. Real was the sound of metal clacking loudly against metal as the Daleks clattered against each other on their way out of this world and into the void.
Instead she's forced to listen to the truth.
It's cold and it's hollow and it sounds like sadness.
It's deafening... the lack of sound at the beginning.