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.
