The Master was insane. The Master was a murderer.
Doctor was alone. The Doctor was a savior.
But there are two sides to every coin.
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And they called him mad. A lunatic, murderer, madman. The man who heard things that weren't there, the drum beating in his head, banging so loudly, slowly killing him from the inside out, always there, always inside…BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG.
They shunned him, the crazy scientist, the genius who had lost his mind. The criminal mastermind, smarter, more clever than the Doctor.
And they called him mad. Blood on his hands, they said.
But look at that man, so many willing to die for him, so many dying or dead because of him. And still, people flocked to him. Die to save him, even though he's able to regenerate.
He's killed people, that Doctor who seems saintly. Who held himself so high. Maybe not good people, but he caused people's deaths. So many people.
But the mad man knew his dark deep secret, his darkest side, his pain. They were two sides of the same coin, the mad man and the Doctor.
And they used to be friends, those two. So alike you would have thought them related. They worked off each other, when they were younger. Grew smarter, grew better…and then grew apart.
They saw into the vortex of time. The Doctor ran, and he kept on running. He raced to become the most intelligent. Quickly learned so he could become the most clever. Ran so that he would never have to look back.
And the mad man saw into it, and he was inspired. But then he heard the drums, and they came that night, scaring him. Every moment after that. All the time. He couldn't sleep often, and when he did it was from exhaustion. Total and complete exhaustion.
When he was awake, he would study. That's when he first met the man called the Doctor. They would study together, with two different goals so very similar. One wanted to get away; one wanted to escape.
In school, the lines were blurred. A closed system, no outside world to interfere. The two of them working and fighting to be head of the class, not caring what the others said. They didn't care how different the other was. The teachers noticed but nothing was said.
And then came graduation, along with life and everything that came along with it. They disappeared into their own different lives again. They had families, and lost their families. They went to explore the world. And came back so different.
They couldn't be friends anymore; the differences were too severe. The feelings of abandonment and distrust blossomed into hate. One the hero, one the villain. The savior and the killer.
Good and bad. The world painted them so clearly into those two roles it was almost too easy to fall into them. To fight back and forth, always there. No day without the night, no dark without the light. Perpetual, never ending. An existence neither understood or wanted, but accepted. But no matter what, there was forgiveness.
There were times when they wanted the other dead, and gone. But no matter what, there was forgiveness.
The Mad Man killed billions, but no matter what, the Doctor forgave him.
So when the Master had the chance, the Master saved him. One last time. The Drums gone away. No more debts. No more pain. No more dying.
The Master saved the Doctor, but left him the last of his kind, forever alone.
But no matter what, the Doctor will forgive him.
And they called him mad.
Just a short thing that I wrote up because I wanted to play with the Master and his relationship with the Doctor. Please review and tell me what you liked about this!