State Of Mind
I feel it tearing at my soul while I'm asleep
I feel it driving me to something I'll regret
I feel it pounding like a drum inside my brain
I feel it if it doesn't stop I'll go insane

His mind was twisted. Inside out. Bloody and Raw. Each version more warped than the last until his mind was fractured and broken. Da-da-da-dum. Heartbeats beating quicker and quicker inside his chest. Reverberating through his mind with each and every breath. Da-da-da-dum. Harder. Faster. Everything hurt. Everything was too loud. Everything was too bright. He couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand them. He couldn't stand their voices and their smells and their pathetic little heartbeats. Da-da-da-dum. But that was okay because he could kill them all.

One by one. Two by two. Animals stuffed inside a ship full of shit and blood and bile. He loved it when Jack screamed. And Jack was always screaming now. Screaming and dying. Dying and screaming. Round and round and round. Couldn't stop, couldn't get off and everything was going faster. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. The Doctor couldn't stop him, nothing could stop him not even Martha Bloody Jones with her weapon, with her purpose. No one could stop him now.

excEPt Me.

No one there. No one there except him. Him and his thoughts. And Jack. Dying Jack. Laughing Jack. Jack of all trades. And he was dead now. But that was okay because in a minute he'd be alive again. Bloody and breathing. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. He thought he might try the acid this time. See how long he could last this time when he was burning his flesh off his body slowly. See how long his heart could last. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. He'd enjoy it. Not Jack, Jack wouldn't enjoy it but he would. He'd tell the Doctor all about it and watch as the old man tried to do something. He would enjoy making them suffer. Making them all suffer.

nO yOU won'T.

Who said that? Had he said that? He couldn't remember. Everything was so noisy. Why wouldn't it stop? Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. He'd thought it would stop. Stop now. It hadn't, it kept getting louder and louder and faster. It wouldn't stop, why wouldn't it stop?

yoU SHouLDn't HAVE PLayed with fiRe, yOU OnLY GET... whAT's thaT WOrd when yOU'RE ALL CHarrED and criSPY and in Pain and maYBE on firE?

Maybe he'd burn Jack. He hadn't done that yet. Cover him in petrol. Set him on fire. Cook some marshmallows on a burning, screaming Jack. Mmmm Toasty.

buRned. bEE-YoU-Argh-EN-EE-dEE. THat'S it yOU goT too CLose, tOO CLose and i doN'T Like that. i doN'T LikE You Touching whAT's miNE. anD now yOU ARe, miNE i Mean. isn't iT Neat? isn'T it... noiSY?

Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum. DA-DA-DA-DUM. DA-DA-DA-DUM.

So loud. So loud. Got to make it stop. Got to make it stop. Take the gun shoot Jack. Shoot him. SHOOT HIM.

BANG

ThERe thERe misTER mastER. iT'S GOinG TO be oKAY Now, i'LL Make the bad thinGS GO awaY. huSH, huSH, huSH. it'S ALMost timE. aLmost time. QuiET now... Quiet.

Da-da-da-dum. Da-da-da-dum...