Doctor Who Eighth Doctor Adventures 25 by Interference Book One (Lawrence Miles) (v1.0)

Author:Interference Book One (Lawrence Miles) (v1.0)
Format: epub

A second figure appeared on the screen, crawling over the end of the woman’s bed. A big black man, Llewis noted. The same kind of thing you always saw in these cheap seventies skin movies. The man’s skin was rippling. Because he wasn’t black. Not the way Africans were black. He was dead black, jet-black. The flesh quivered across his head, the eyes and mouths running like liquid down his face, joining a dozen other displaced features on his torso. The black man crept towards the woman, his skin sticking to her body as he touched her, the blackness spreading up her legs, biting into her flesh. The woman thrashed on the bed, her mouth dropping open in either ecstasy or agony, the sound from her throat a scream of pure white noise. And now there was a new signal coming through. A picture of a tower block, or maybe a TV transmitter. Something tall and sharp, puncturing the sky above a great grey city. The picture was flickering, cut with shots of men pla5dng cricket and fragments of an American sitcom, but Llewis could still make out the basic shapes, the spires and the domes, the walkways and the pylons, slabs of silver concrete huddling under a sky the colour of burning coal. And other images, other scenes from around the city. People with punctured ears. Multicoloured zombies, staring up into the smouldering sky, sucking TV signals into their lungs. Then the faces came back. They stayed a little longer this time, and there was a definite shape to the blackness. A sphere. And every part of it was alive, the faces trying to gnaw their way through the skin of the sphere, the limbs twisting as they clawed and thrashed, never quite strong enough to break the surface tension. The camera was pulling away from the sphere, until it was nothing but a dot in the darkness. The zombies were still staring up at the sky, but the sky was flickering, turning to static. ‘Relative 101 by 4E,’ gargled the newscaster. The telephone rang. Llewis screamed again. This time, he wasn’t quite quick enough to stop himself putting his fist through the TV screen. ‘So. ‘Faction Paradox is a Time Lord voodoo cult, and it’s just like any other voodoo cult in the universe. It all came together in the middle of a big cultural crisis, just like on Earth. The leaders of the cult got rooted out and hunted down, just like on Earth. And, just like on Earth, the cult started using symbols it knew damn well were going to upset the powers that be. The Time Lords were hung up on immortality, so the Faction started dressing itself up in skulls and dried blood. The Time Lords thought time was sacred, so the Faction did everything it could to mess up the continuum. Setting up paradoxes, punching holes in causality without giving a toss about the consequences. They played 143

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