The rage and the blood and the pain and the drums. The never ending drums that echoed through the darkness as a horrid, cold laugh comes from the depths. An airship. A man who not from this world stood and began to crumble as the drums got louder. The darkness was back, and there was screaming and pain. The drums continued as the cold laughter came once more. It would all end.
The Master walked the grounds, bored. It was around four AM human time, so all the apes were sleeping. Being a Time Lord, he needed around twenty hours at most during a human week. So, for wit hthe drums pounding in his mind, he normally only got eight a week.
He sighed as he looked up to the stars, putting his hands in his pockets. He missed Gallifrey. He wondered what was happening. How the Time War went. Since there were no Daleks running around, the Time Lord's had to have won. If the war was over, then he could go back home. No more running. No more being afraid.
As he was in thought, he heard something that made him spin on the spot, eyes darting around before landing on a form a ways away, sitting by the small lake. "Here come the drums, here come the drums!" She whispered, but with his sensitive Time Lord hearing, it was clear as day.
Jade sat under a tree, open text books around here and writing in a notebook, headphones in her ears as she nodded her head some to the music. He walked up behind her, glancing around at all the books. She had three history, four English's, an art one and a physics one. That made him smirk a bit. He graduated the academy with a physics degree.
He stayed there for a bit, listening to her hum as she continued to write in her notebook, looking from book to book without even noticing The Master behind her. He was a bit curious as to why she was up so late, none-the-less actually doing school work of all things. What he's seen from these apes the past month he's been here, is they try to avoid all work as much as possible. Lazy, arrogant, worthless apes. They expect so much without having to do anything at all.
He shook his head and crouched down to the side of her, pulling out one of her earphones. "I don't think you're suppose to be out here." He said, making her jump, looking to him as he grinned.
"P-Professor!" She gasped, going to pick up all of her books. He sighed some, already tired of being called that. He just got done being Professor Yana. He wanted his name back. People cowering at the mere mention of The Master.
"Relax." He said, sitting down and stretching one leg up as he rested his arm on the knee of the other. "I was just wondering what song you were listening to?" He glance over to her, raising a brow in question.
"Oh, uh. Voodoo child by Rouge Traders..."
She handed him one headphone and he took it, looking at it intently. It was like he had never seen one, and was trying to dissect it with his eyes. She raised her brows, a bit amused at the expression on his face, before he looked over and put it in his ear. "Play it." He ordered, and she pursed her lips out, playing the song.
She watched him, his face completely stoic and body still. Her eyes glanced down at his finger that laid on his propped up knee, brows coming together. He was tapping a beat of four, which he seemed to always do without knowing it during class. It never meant anything, until now. Her dream came into her mind once more. The cold laughing, the single man crumbling and those never ending drums.
It took her a minute to realize he had stopped tapping finger, and as she looked back up to him slowly, he was looking to her curiously. "Why are you up so late?" He asked, handing back the head piece.
"Nightmares." She muttered.
He gave a small smirk, before wiping it away. "And what are afraid of?" He asked, almost in a sing song voice.
"You wouldn't understand." She muttered, looking away and missing the flare of anger that crossed his face.
"You'd be surprised." He said, but she just shook her head, making his anger grow even more.
She began closing her books and notebook, gathering them all into her arms and stood, Saxon standing as well. "I'd best be off. The patrol will be here within two minutes."
The Master watched her walk off, eyes narrowing. There was something off about her, he could feel it. Plus, she just royally ticked him off. He turned and walked the other way, putting his hands in his pockets as he went into thought.
She had the oddest look on her face when she saw him tapping the drums. How curious. Plus the whole nightmare thing. He now made it is goal to find out about this ape, and he was sure it was going to be rather fun to play with her. She seemed so easily flustered.