The Darlek

Vigorously, the bronze death contraption, was like an improved salt shaker, as it slid across the ground. We felt anxiety control our bodies. A hint of mystery steaked down my back, as if it was a knife jabbed into a silk sheet and trailed across. I couldn't help but wonder 'Why is the Darlek like this? Why must It make us suffer and torture us?" (There are whispers among us referring to the torturer as the Terrifying, Lean, Mean Machine - but never before him - so we can't exactly say that a lot). I could hear the screams of horror spill out from my throat, i tried my best to swallow the trepidation, not knowing the unknown.

You could tell that this atrocious monstosity was old, rusty and, when it had been fighting, there were patches where lasers had shot the mechanism. For it's head, was placed a dome. On the skirt of the Darlek,were medium sized gold hemispheres. I could easily see that the unnecessary parts were loosened.

By Yumna