Doctor Who: Destiny of the Daleks by Terrance Dicks

Author:Terrance Dicks
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Tags: Science-Fiction:Doctor Who
ISBN: 9780426200963
Publisher: Target Books
Published: 1979-02-15T10:00:00+00:00

8 The Prisoner

They heard a creak of movement, and turned.

Davros, now fully alive again, was edging towards them in his wheelchair.

He spoke in a voice dry and creaking from long disuse. 'So, the long darkness has ended, the eternity of waiting has finished. The resurrection has come as I always knew it would.'

'You must forgive me if I seem less than overjoyed by your revival,' said the Doctor dryly. 'Frankly, I'd rather hoped that you were dead.'

'Dead?' said Davros scornfully. 'Gods do not die! Mark this moment in your minds... In all the history of the Universe, this instant of time is unique. Davros lives!'

'I can see your long rest has done nothing to cure your megalomania,' began the Doctor.

A tremendous rumbling crash from the darkness behind them interrupted him.

There was a roar of falling masonry, and a sudden silence. 'They've stopped drilling,' whispered Tyssan.

The Doctor said, 'Yes - so they've probably broken through!'

The Dalek leader was waiting impatiently for news. One of his aides glided forward. 'Entry to level four has now been cleared.'

'Excellent. All units will proceed to area four immediately. Anti-gravitational discs will be issued.'

'I obey.'

From all over the base, Daleks converged upon level four. Floating down through the gap from level three on their eerily silent anti-grav discs, the advance patrol reached the spot they had been seeking for so long - Davros's underground control room.

It was empty.

The patrol leader said, 'Charts indicate objective located in this precise position. Scan the area.'

The Daleks began sweeping to and fro, and soon one of them reported, 'Surface disturbance. Humanoid footprints!' The Daleks scanned the floor with their incredibly sensitive eye-lenses. In the thick dust of the floor, they registered footprints leading away, beside them the wheel-marks of Davros's chair.

'Follow!' ordered the patrol leader. 'Follow! Follow! Follow!'

The other Daleks hurried away. The patrol leader signalled, 'All units full alert. Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!'

The Doctor led the way rapidly along a gloomy corridor, his torch held high. He seemed to have an unerring sense of direction, and took one turning after another without hesitation. Tyssan and Romana hurried after him, pushing Davros's chair between them. Romana realised that the Doctor was simply taking the corridors that seemed to slope upwards, concerned only to get them to the surface.

Davros didn't seem to be enjoying the trip. 'You will release me,' he screeched. 'You will return me to the Daleks.'

'You be quiet or I'll switch you off,' warned the Doctor. They hurried on.

They reached a junction, the Doctor turned left, and suddenly stopped. A patrol of Daleks was gliding past the other end of the corridor.

'Back this way,' he whispered, and they turned in the other direction.

The nightmare journey went on and on. They roamed through the endless corridors heading always for the surface. Eventually, they found a long ramp which wound around and around, in a rapidly ascending spiral. 'Up we go,' said the Doctor, and leant a hand with Davros's chair.

It was agonising work heaving the chair up the steep incline but they struggled on, passing first one and then another exit from the ramp.

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