Master, Doctor? Koschei, Theta?
Trapped. Trapped, always trapped, who am I? Sometimes I'm The Master, with my shaggy blond hair and mad brown eyes, other times I'm Koschei with my black hair and ice blue eyes.
Koschei clutched at his head with his sweaty hands, the drums were coming back, only one thought was running through his mind, Theta. Koschei clutched his head tighter, he must find his Theta, Theta cares, Theta promised. Koschei rocked himself back and forth, over and over chanting to himself "Must find Theta, Theta cares, Theta promised." Then the drums started.
The Master started hitting the white walls with his blood stained hands, he was trapped, The Master let an infuriated howl, he had been trapped like an animal, he stopped pounding on the door for a moment, was he an animal? And if he was, could The Doctor, His Doctor fix that? He started bashing on the door again, cutting up his hands and spraying the too white walls with crimson blood; he needed His Doctor so he would find His Doctor.
Koschei curled into a small ball, in the corner of his white room, and started crying, not noticing the fresh blood on the door. He wanted His Theta. He missed His Theta.
The Master let out a tortured shriek and attacked the door in a frenzy, he needed His Doctor.
Koschei jumped as his door swung open, his black hair falling in to his curious blue eyes as he stood up. Standing in the door way was his Theta. Koschei ran into Thetas waiting arms and smiled he was free again.
The Master sank to the floor in defeat and clutched his head with his hands, the drums had started again, he squished his eyes shut and put his hands over his ears in an attempt to block them out. As The Master was doing this the door burst open, The Master looked up startled, his blond hair fell into his wide brown eyes, standing in the door way with a wide stupid grin on his face was His Doctor. The Master wasted no time in leaping in to his Doctors arms. He was finally free.