Alright. Here's a new chapter. ^_^ Again, thank you for the reviews. Hopefully I'll be updating this fast until I can finish this story and get it out of my head.
Disclaimer: *Checks computer* Nope. Still don't own them.
It had rained nearly four hours prior to the Doctor's arrival. The air smell fresh and new as he casually strolled the streets, keeping an eye open for any signs of something or another out of place. With nearly half an hour of walking, he had nothing to show for it. He was no closer to finding the reason behind the TARDIS's strange behavior.
He shook his head and walked on, Surely there was a reason. He'd given up on believing in coincidences lifetimes ago. Something had interfered with the TARDIS. Whatever that something was, it had to be dangerous, important, or a mixture of the two to provoke such a reaction from the old girl.
He was nearly outside of the city when he caught sight a glimpse of it.
To anyone who wasn't watching specifically for something off, it would have just looked like a small child in rag, lithely making its way through the crowds. To the Doctor, however, it was his first clue. Eyes locked onto his target, he took off, weaving his way though the people as quickly as he could without making himself obvious.
A bald, gray head peeked out form underneath the rags. The little creature couldn't have been half the Doctor's size. Still, the little thing managed to snake its way through the people with the grace of a cat.
He managed to tail it into a run down building near the slums. The Doctor casually slid up to the door and waited. "Excuse me," he called to one of the pedestrians.
The older man looked as though he'd seen better days, "Can I help you sir?"
"Do you know who owns this lovely home?" the Doctor asked, gesturing to the building.
The old man shook his head, "No, sir. There's been no one there for years. They say the building haunted."
"Haunted, you say? How haunted?" the Doctor questioned, his curiosity peeked.
"Some of the children say you can hear the voices of the dead crying out at night. Right bullocks if you ask me," the man answered. The Doctor nodded and considered the building as the old man left.
"Haunted!" he mumbled to no one in particular.
"Did he see you?" the low voice asked.
The little gray creature nodded, unable to see the other through the shadows.
"Brilliant. Now we can finish what he started. You're certain he's the last of them left?"
"Yes. The second was banished back with the others. He must have burned with the rest of them." The larger creature laughed and the little one smirked. "One more to go. And this one won't even kill to defend himself."
The Master was starving. Probably a side effect of his blotched resurrection that wouldn't ever cease to leave him. Unless he regenerated, of course. After the phasing, he was sure he didn't want to try anytime soon. At least the phasing had stopped after being pulled back with the rest of them. It was quite amazing what kind of medical care you get when someone wants you to live just to burn alive for you to see what your failure caused.
He'd managed to steal some clothes befitting the era and a hand full of currency. Hunger, drums and a head ache that felt like he'd been hit with a board. Ah. Let's not forget the best part: he was stranded on earth until he could figure out a way to build some witty gadget or another. He stopped and bought something to eat and took a seat against a building. He glared at the pitiful little creatures that scurried by. Of all planets, it had to be earth.
He watched one particularly brilliant man being escorted down the road by a pair of policemen. "Haunted!" the brunette man shouted, "Why is it you post such heavy guard around an abandoned building? Hm? What is it you don't want me to find? I like to find things I'm not supposed to. Call it a hobby!"
The policeman let him go, "I suggest you stop asking questions." They left and the odd brunette watched them go with a critical stare.
"Haunted," he repeated. After a good five minutes, he spun around like he as looking for something.
Something about the man was familiar. It was his mannerisms, he supposed. With the headache from extremely crude intergalactic travel and hunger, his mind wasn't functioning nearly as smoothly as he would have liked.
The man did a double take when his gaze hit the Master. He froze in place the second time, his mouth moving numbly, trying to form words. The Master watched the man, ready to make his own move if need be. Something wasn't right. The brunette took slow, even steps towards his seat.
"I don't… What?" he mumbled incoherently, "You were… How are you…?" The Maser narrowed his eyes, but he didn't move just yet. "Koschei?"
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He felt his hearts freeze for just a fraction of a second. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he laughed.
Isn't this just my luck.
So, there you have it. ^-^