And the battles just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
The master smirked as the Doctor fell to his knees in pain. Oh how he loved to torment his enemy. Give false hope. The Doctor somehow managed to block the pain and stagger to his feet, chest heaving and teeth bared. Suddenly, a shot rang out. Tish, Martha's sister had yanked the semi- automatic gun from an unsuspecting guard and fired. The Master sank to his knees and the Doctor dove foreward.
"How's that?." the Doctor said sadly. "It's the women again." the Master smirked and shoved the lazer screwdriver in his face. The Doctor writhed in pain as he aged and the Master regenerated, releasing the energy before a full regeneration.
"This is a battle Doctor. The battle for survival" The Doctor waited until Martha came back. Once again, the master was shot. Once again the Doctor held him
"Regenerate." he was saying, rocking back and forth. "Just please regenerate." but he died still.
Martha watched him sadly, hugging him as he decided to burn the body, a specific Gallifreyan burial.
"It's over." but the Doctor shook his head.
"The battle's just begun. There's many lost, but tell me who has won?"
Martha didn't reply and the Doctor walked past stifly.
Echo's and ripples have to start and end somewhere.
Some haven't finished.