Doctor Who The Silence Will Fall Novels & Stories

Suddenly the front door clattered open, a large black of smoke weaving through the room as a pair of blood red eyes peeked through the fog. "Where is she?" He hissed angrily, his loyal fur-less black hounds entered the room growling angrily. The man snarled viciously awaiting their response, his flesh appeared to be rotted and hugged his bones, he wore a hooded black cloak, his eyes darting around the room. "She got sick. She didn't make it." Clara cried, it was a lie but she was very convincing. If he thought she was dead he would never look for her.

I slowly drifted from the apartment to a small dark room. "It's all your fault!" a voice said. "I died because of you!" the voice accused. My heart began to ache as I recognized the voice, "Scott? Is that you." "Shut up!" the voice snapped, moments later I was dragged by my hair and tossed into the flames. "Scott, Scott please," I begged as I tried to stand up, "Please Scott, don't do this." A liquid was poured over me which ignited the fire, and soon I started to burn while his menacing laughter filled the room. His face flashed in front of me, burnt. I let out a piercing scream as the flames began to consume me.

The needle was still sticking out of her neck, but she had fought through the drug. "Get... out... Hazel," Jane gasped. She fired again, hitting the Doctor in the chest. The Doctor didn't fall. He looked down at the hole in his coat and laughed. "You think lead can stop the future? I am the one who built the soldiers. I am the one who made Silas." He stepped toward Jane, his hands turning into long, sharp blades. I looked at the black syringe in my hand. Silas said it was a tracking virus. Jane said she had the real cure. But the Doctor was going to kill Jane before she could give it to me. And Elle was dying right now.

The static in me surges, merging with the storm-gun's charge. "This is for Eden," I whisper. I fire. --- **The Silence** The shot pierces the rift. For a heartbeat, nothing happens. Then- The *scream*. Not the Archivist's. Not the Silence's. The *world's*. The rift implodes, sucking the void, the abominations, the Archivist into nothingness. The battlefield falls silent. The Hunter grabs my arm. "We need to go. *Now*." The ground cracks. The Edge's sterile light bleeds through.

The Weaver of Sorrows stepped back, her glass form cracking under the pressure of the dark energy. ​“It is too much,” she groaned. “The cathedral cannot hold against the weight of the Star’s hunger. The Loom will be choked before the first stitch is finished.” ​“No,” I said, though I had no voice. My intent rippled through the air, a command of pure shadow. “I am the Silence. And the silence is where the noise goes to die.”

I close my eyes. I breathe deeply. And in this silence, I know: He will fall. And there's nothing she can do about it.

’ She quietly added. If the room was silent before, it goes deafeningly quiet now. Nobody breathes, moves, talks, or exists. ‘W-why?’ Ishir-no-Ibhaan, the M****a Bastardo quiver. His finger twitches with uncertainty. It’s exhilaratingly soothing to watch your enemies crumble like that. ‘I’m sorry, Alpha.’ The Doctor bows.

If there were words there, they never made it past her throat. Only a faint breath escaped, thin and fragile, like the last flicker of a candle in the wind. The monitor let out a long, continuous sound. The doctor stared at it for a moment longer than necessary, then raised his hand slowly. "Stop," he said. The room froze completely. The sound continued, sharp, unbroken, final in its meaning. The doctor reached forward and switched off the alarm. The sudden silence that followed was unbearable, heavy, crushing everyone present. He checked Zoe one last time, then straightened slowly.

The Silence took one step forward. Every Genesis light dimmed. Commander Blackwood raised his weapon. “Stay back!” The black figure ignored him. “Commander,” Elena warned. “I watched one version of Lucas destroy Earth. I'm not watching another unknown entity take him.” He fired. The energy blast struck the Silence. And vanished. Not absorbed. Not reflected. It simply ceased to exist. Commander Blackwood stared at his weapon. “Oh.” Subject One gave him a humorless smile. “Excellent plan.” The Silence raised its hand.

I looked at my reflection in the glass, and for a second, I saw the mark on my shoulder glowing. But then, I saw something else. In the reflection of the glass, I wasn't alone in the room. A man in a modern black suit was standing in the corner of my room. He wasn't a shadow; he looked as real as Julian. It was Silas. But he wasn't really there—he was a projection, or a memory, or something worse. "He thinks he can cure the curse with medicine," the reflection of Silas said, his voice cold and mocking. "He thinks his white coat can protect you. But tell me, Elowen... what happens when the Doctor falls asleep, and the Duke wakes up?"