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Onetwothreefour...
Onetwothreefour...
There they were the drums again, beating away, driving him over the edge and beyond and infiltrating into every corner of his mind.
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
The Master screamed to himself, begging the drums to stop, his hands clutching at his head as tears spilled out of his eyes and the intense sound continued.
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
It hurt. Why did the noise hurt so much?
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
ONETWOTHRE-
"Master?"
The name was murmured; it cut through the drums like a knife and sparked recognition within The Master. His eyes shot open and he raised his head slightly. The Doctor was sat a few feet away from him, eyes overflowing with sympathy. The Master gave him an uncertain glance, and then tried to sit up.
"It's ok, don't try to move..." The Doctor spoke softly, he gazed at The Master, trying to catch his eye.
The Master didn't really hear him, he had rolled over and struggled upright, leaning against the wall for support and quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, even though The Doctor had already seen. He properly had also heard me screaming like a lunatic, The Master thought to himself bitterly. Trying to forget this, he glanced upwards.
After the darkness and despair of his cell; this large space room was too bright and cheerful. The walls were all a pale cream, topped with an optimistic blue border running all the way around the edge. Still refusing to look at the Doctor, The Master took a deep breath in and out, trying to ignore both the Doctor's eye and the deafening drums.
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
ONETWOTHREEFOUR!
"Master?"
It was The Doctor again; he crept closer and hesitantly waved a hand in front of The Master's face. No response.
The Master continued looking up. The border had dark blue swirls on, which ended in small circler patterns. interesting.
"Master? Listen to me, you're inside The Tardis. In one of the remedial rooms, right underneath the heart of the ship, full of artron energy, natural healer. Since I was stopping to pick you up, I decided to activate the time rotor and power drive to absorb and transmit the energy to this room and ..."
The Doctor's trademark rambling slowly trailed off as The Master, bored of staring around aimlessly, turned his head towards him and looked him in the eye for the first time. He then slowly started pulling himself to his feet, using the wall for support.
As he straightened up, the Doctor was able to look at him properly since he'd brought him in here. The other timelord was in a bad way, with dark purple bruises covering his face and arms, and deep raw wounds around his wrists and neck, obviously from those manacles The Doctor remembered being in the cell.
The Master had stood up by now and was swaying slightly, his wild eyes still glaring at The Doctor. His breathing came out in short stabs; The Doctor suspected broken ribs, and his entire body was rigid and tense, like he was trying to hold something back.
The Doctor also stood up and took a step forward, unsure of what to say or do. He was unsure of what The Master's mental state was.
"Master?" The Doctor was quite close to him now. He reached out and gently slid the right sleeve back of The Master's black hoodie, exposing his bruised arm and the deep gash around his wrist. He carefully studied it, using it as an excuse not to look at The Master. His wild eyes were starting to freak him out, just a little.
The Master flinched slightly as The Doctor gently probed the skin near the wound, trying to work out how deep it was. The Doctor dreaded to think what infection had set into it.
The Master averted his gaze again, processing to pick at the wall with his free hand, tracing shapes that were impossible to make out.
He wondered if The Master cared about infection.
The Master exhaled slowly, seeming to relax for the first time since awakening. The minute the tension was released from his body, he flashed translucent blue, his skeleton gleaming through his skin. He shook his head and fell back against the wall, trying to fight it. His arm wrenched out of The Doctor's grip. The Doctor moved forward to support him in case he fell. But The Master shielded himself against him.
"I don't need…your...help!" The Master snarled at him, speaking for the first time. The Doctor jumped at his tone, it was so wild and animalistic.
He slid down the wall, drew up his knees and buried his head, the flashing continuing. When it finally stopped, The Master didn't move, his face hidden.
The Doctor slowly walked over and sat down next to The Master, quite unsure of what to say. He knew The Master had been through alot, judging by physical state of him, but The Doctor stil has no real idea of what had happened. Other than the evidence in front of him. Why had the timelords been so violent towards him? It was so unlike them. What had The Master done to get them so angry?
The Doctor sighed, it was times like this he wished The Master would speak his feelings more often, not bottle them up and leave The Doctor playing a hopeless guessing game.
The other timelord peered sideways at him through his arms; his eyes still dark from pain.
"You can't... can you?"
The Doctor was thrown slightly by this.
"I... what?"
"Can you still not hear it?" The Master's voice was muffled; he slowly stretched out an arm and tapped on the floor.
onetwothreefour...
The Doctor swallowed.
"It's only you Master, The timelords planted it inside your he-"
Those few words seemed to spark something deep within The Master. He leapt up, all earlier pain forgotten, and seized the startled Doctor by the throat, dragging him up the wall and holding him there, so their eyes were level. The Master's eyes were positively animalistic, ready to kill. The Doctor begged him to let go, but THe Master only tightened his hold around The Doctor's throat, so he started to choke.
The Doctor hated to admit it, but he was scared.
Talk about famous last words...
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