Author's Disclaimer: I don't own the Master or Doctor Who or any of this,
so don't sue me ok?
Author's Note: Part 1 of. many. I have fun exploring the darker side, what can I say?
Cellophane Beauty
Like a shot, she was running. He was right behind her, chasing tagging lunging mauling. Turning a corner she screamed, the sound ricocheting through the alleyways while the rain pelted down. Lightning lit his ragged sneer.
You thought you could get away
He closed in on her as she backed into a corner, feeling the wooden planks against her bloodied back.
You thought wrong
A lance, a beam of solid pain struck her and she felt the ribbons of her existence coming apart at the seams.
- - - - - - - - - - -
His head pounded, and he rubbed his temples, sipping at his Earl Grey. Why could this cycle never end? Tossing down the TCE he sat on his bed, his surroundings as dismal as he himself felt. There was no light since she had died so long ago, and he would never again let a light shine so bright. Occasionally one of his subjects would escape, or he would manage to take one of the Doctor's many companions, and that would pass the time. For a time. For time now, he would have to suffer the consequences of his evil, the bounds of which no one knew. Save he.
Oh Theta, why would you not accept my offer? We could have.
He cut himself off, face conforming to a steel grimace. No, no regrets, no thinking of what could have been should have been but never would have been. There could never be light again. Not in this place. So many had died he had lost count of the limitless tribes who met their doom in the halls of his TARDIS. Automated cleaners removed the blood, the ashes, all traces of his sick experiments. All in the name of science, of satan, of piece of mind.
Leaving his chambers, the Time Lord known as the Master walked the halls of his TARDIS, hearing the moans of pain die down as the victims knew their master returned. Sticking his head into one room, he saw rows of cages containing all manner of man and animal. All sickly, all pale, dragging empty fists against metal bars. Soulless eyes stared back at his own. He often wondered if he had a soul. At one time he did. But it died, he thought. It had died and left him here to rot.
I should kill them all. Take it, end it. But their suffering is my power. All I need is power
He moved on, to another corridor, another room. This time he noted the empty manacles on the wall. The one who had gotten away, somehow. He had shown her. Watched in the alleyway as she disintegrated, a look of pure horror on her face.
Loathsome creature. Now I shall have to find another one, of similar usefulness.
Stalking down the sleek hallways, the Master entered his control room, rounding the console to enter new coordinates. Anywhere with humanoids would do. Anywhere but Earth that is. Stretching his fingers within his gloves, he activated the TARDIS and waited to see where he would come out. The Doctor had greatly decreased the efficiency and mobility of his time- ship over the few times the two had encountered. That.. That gave him an idea.
Right from under his nose.. Back in time, simply take her.
His thoughts trailed off as the wave of mania struck him. The Master leaned back and laughed, loudly and sinisterly. Deep inside the TARDIS, his creatures cringed in morbid fear of the source of that laugh. Anything that delighted their Master would be a horror to them all.
Author's Note: Part 1 of. many. I have fun exploring the darker side, what can I say?
Cellophane Beauty
Like a shot, she was running. He was right behind her, chasing tagging lunging mauling. Turning a corner she screamed, the sound ricocheting through the alleyways while the rain pelted down. Lightning lit his ragged sneer.
You thought you could get away
He closed in on her as she backed into a corner, feeling the wooden planks against her bloodied back.
You thought wrong
A lance, a beam of solid pain struck her and she felt the ribbons of her existence coming apart at the seams.
- - - - - - - - - - -
His head pounded, and he rubbed his temples, sipping at his Earl Grey. Why could this cycle never end? Tossing down the TCE he sat on his bed, his surroundings as dismal as he himself felt. There was no light since she had died so long ago, and he would never again let a light shine so bright. Occasionally one of his subjects would escape, or he would manage to take one of the Doctor's many companions, and that would pass the time. For a time. For time now, he would have to suffer the consequences of his evil, the bounds of which no one knew. Save he.
Oh Theta, why would you not accept my offer? We could have.
He cut himself off, face conforming to a steel grimace. No, no regrets, no thinking of what could have been should have been but never would have been. There could never be light again. Not in this place. So many had died he had lost count of the limitless tribes who met their doom in the halls of his TARDIS. Automated cleaners removed the blood, the ashes, all traces of his sick experiments. All in the name of science, of satan, of piece of mind.
Leaving his chambers, the Time Lord known as the Master walked the halls of his TARDIS, hearing the moans of pain die down as the victims knew their master returned. Sticking his head into one room, he saw rows of cages containing all manner of man and animal. All sickly, all pale, dragging empty fists against metal bars. Soulless eyes stared back at his own. He often wondered if he had a soul. At one time he did. But it died, he thought. It had died and left him here to rot.
I should kill them all. Take it, end it. But their suffering is my power. All I need is power
He moved on, to another corridor, another room. This time he noted the empty manacles on the wall. The one who had gotten away, somehow. He had shown her. Watched in the alleyway as she disintegrated, a look of pure horror on her face.
Loathsome creature. Now I shall have to find another one, of similar usefulness.
Stalking down the sleek hallways, the Master entered his control room, rounding the console to enter new coordinates. Anywhere with humanoids would do. Anywhere but Earth that is. Stretching his fingers within his gloves, he activated the TARDIS and waited to see where he would come out. The Doctor had greatly decreased the efficiency and mobility of his time- ship over the few times the two had encountered. That.. That gave him an idea.
Right from under his nose.. Back in time, simply take her.
His thoughts trailed off as the wave of mania struck him. The Master leaned back and laughed, loudly and sinisterly. Deep inside the TARDIS, his creatures cringed in morbid fear of the source of that laugh. Anything that delighted their Master would be a horror to them all.