Hi there! Yeah, this is a really short story. I wrote it during school... yeah... It's basically from The Master's point of view about the drumming. This would be set back when they were at the academy! So... enjoy!

(Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who in any way, shape, or form. I wish i did.)


My breath becomes ragged, my teeth become clenched.

I had begun to hear noises. The sounds became the only thing I could focus on.

The drumming in my head gets louder every time. Oh… the drumming.

Everyone always says there isn't any drumming, that I'm just imagining it. But I know it really is there.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

It's always the same four beats, getting louder and louder and louder and LOUDER!

It's maddening!

If it doesn't stop soon, I will probably go insane!

My friend, Theta, tried to help. Tried to get rid of them.

But he can't help! I could just tell, the drums were going to be there forever.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I wish I could stop them.

Louder and louder they get.

Always the drumming.

My mind can't focus on anything else.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I walk down the path that leads to the gleaming lake.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I sit down under the old oak tree, the silver leaves around me.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I stare at the crystalline waters, the way it shimmers under the moonlight.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I threw in a pebble, breaking the blanket of top water in ripples.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I sigh, standing walk. I walk along another path into the silver forest.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

I climb up the tallest tree, looking out at the sky, into the golden sunrise.

1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4.

The drumming, it never stops.

And I don't think it ever will.