Doctor Who The Silence Will Fall Novels & Stories

She didn’t know then that some silences weren’t empty. They were waiting. Waiting for the moment they could break everything open.

Maybe having the authority split between three powerful Princes would make it a little easier, but it was hard to say. He didn't attempt to make small talk while they were waiting. He simply stared ahead, deep in thought, and Sofia wasn't going to give him reason to start talking and find more fault with how she was handling this, even if she wasn't sure what the hell this was. When it finally opened, Sofia was so relieved to have the awkward silence over that it momentarily eclipsed her health concerns. At least until she saw the somber, almost defeated expression on the Doctor's face as she entered the room and let the door fall shut behind her.

There was a click, and my smile was frozen forever in the camera. "Doctor! "Someone help!" Panicked shouts erupted around me. Tara dropped the camera and rushed toward me. The ceiling spun above me, and I slowly closed my eyes. "Dad, I'm sorry. "Mom, I'm coming to find you."

He looked exhausted, his head slumped against the glass, but as the camera zoomed in, his eyes snapped open, his pupils dilated and dark, his gaze fixing on the lens with a terrifying, primal intensity. "Verina... don't... come... for... me..." Silas’s voice was a digital ghost, a distorted, synthesized rasp that seemed to be coming from the very walls of the room. "The Archive... it’s not a machine... it’s a mirror... if you buy me... you’re buying the end of the world..."

Her meaning was clear; Nissa staged this to set her up. Benjamin stared at Nissa with her face pale as paper, her expression distant and empty. He frowned slightly. He was about to speak when he saw Nissa struggling to get up. She fell, got up, and fell again. Over and over. Each fall only caused her wound to bleed more. He could not watch anymore and stepped forward to help her. But the moment Nissa saw him, she dropped to her knees, clutching his leg, using hand signs to beg him to take her to the hospital.

When she was close enough to touch, she swung at me. I stepped back just in time. Emily's hand cut through empty air, and she stumbled, nearly falling. I watched, my face an emotionless mask, as she struggled to regain her balance. She looked up at me, disbelief etched on her face. "You...you wouldn't catch me?" Her logic was a puzzle I could not solve on the spot. "You tried to slap me, I dodged, and so, you were the one who ended up falling. "And now you're blaming me for not catching you?

Her silence. But now she had slipped out of his grasp, and Damien Hale did not tolerate disobedience. Or loss. Not even of a woman he never truly loved. A chill ran along her spine. She sat up, unable to lie still any longer. The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that hurt her ears, made her skin crawl. She left the bedroom and moved into the small living room, pulling the curtains tightly shut. Her pulse settled slightly once she did. Then…

He didn't say a word. "She does have a voice," the doctor continued, turning his attention back to me. "But the mind is a powerful thing. The block has returned. She needs absolute rest. Her body has been pushed entirely to its breaking point." The assistants left a few small plastic bottles of pills on the nightstand. They packed up their bags, nodded to Killian, and filed out of the bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them. We were alone again. The silence was suffocating. I kept my chin tucked down, staring blankly at the grey silk sheets pooling in my lap. My heart hammered against my ribs. The fear was a living, breathing thing inside the room with us.

And before I could balance myself, the ground simply vanished under my feet! My stomach lurched as the forest disappeared, replaced by an endless, suffocating darkness. Stacy and Carla’s screams tore through the void as all of us plunged into a black nothingness, swallowing every bit of light around us. This free fall felt endless, wind roaring past my ears, darkness swallowing every breath, until suddenly a loud thud cracked through the void below me. I recognized the startled cries of my fellows and tightened my grip around Liora, bracing for the same impact.

Dread crashed over him like a tidal wave. More than anything, he needed to see Shiloh. Thankfully, every hospital room had cameras. "Someone!" he barked. "Pull the footage from this room. Go through it frame by frame. I want to know where Shiloh is within the hour!"