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A/N: I'm so sorry guys! I feel so bad about not updating this story sooner. I got so caught up in college and having some mental issues. Here is the new chapter I hope to have the next one up sooner than this one. Thank you all for sticking with me!

Chapter 3

I woke to the sound of someone shuffling around outside my glass cell. Opening my eyes, I saw Thor with his hammer in his hand and a scowl on his face. Shifting slightly so as not to draw his attention, I gasped loudly in surprise and grasped my ribs in agony. I was shocked, my injuries should have healed by now, especially after having slept for a while.

After the pain subsides a bit, I looked up and noticed that Thor wasn't alone anymore. There were seven other people who I had seen before, standing with him; Fury, the one with the armored metal suit, MIB man, the redheaded deadly looking woman, the man dressed as an American flag, the man with a beautiful compound bow, and the man with glasses who looked nervous. They all looked at me with varying expressions, or no expression with some.

"Do you need something?" I gasped out sarcastically, my breathing still labored.

Thor took a step forward and glared at me, "You are a threat to everyone on this planet, so man of Fury has agreed to keeping you locked up in this cell until I have decided what to do with you," he said sharply.

I stared sadly at him, "Oh Thor, what happened to that happy little boy who held no anger?" I asked quietly.

Snarling loudly, Thor stomped up to the cell and stood in front of it. "You have no right to ask that since you killed my friend when you destroyed Gallifrey!" He thundered.

I froze. His friend, oh Rassilon! It had been so long since I had seen Thor last that I forgot I had brought someone with me every time I had visited Asgard. How could I forget that?! The blood drained from my face as I continued to remember what had happened to them. Of course, not how Thor thinks. They actually died much later, a lot later, long after the Time War ended.

Lost in my thoughts of a time long past where there was no hope, I didn't notice that the eight individuals standing before me who had varying expressions of curiosity on their faces, except of course for Thor. He was glaring at me with such hatred on his face, that my hearts clenched in pain at the knowledge of having lost him.

Changing the subject quickly, I stared at Thor, swallowing nervously I asked the one question that had been on my mind since I first saw Thor in the infirmary.

"Where's Loki?"

Thor stiffened and his face darkened considerably. Absently, I noticed that the others behind him had also stiffened.

Completely uncomfortable now, I shifted a little and then realized that that was not a good idea right now because pain swept through me and I let out a soft hiss of pain, hoping that they didn't hear me. Unfortunately for me, everyone heard.

Instead of answering my earlier question, Thor frowned at me, concern flashing over his features for a second before it settled into a mask of indifference.

"You should be healed by now," Thor states emotionlessly.

"I noticed," I said bitterly. "I seem to not be able to heal as I should and I have no idea why."

Thor's face remained impassive throughout my explanation, but the people behind him just looked confused.

Sighing slightly, I took pity on them and started to explain why this was bad to them, "My people had a faster healing ability than humans, we also have a neat trick to cheat death with. It's called regeneration, we can change everything about ourselves starting with our cells. When our cells start to die, most of us decide to keep living and then the process starts. Golden light explodes from our bodies and we then change. Hair, gender, body type, voice, height, everything.

"Most of you? What do you mean by that?" the man with the gold and red suit asked.

I looked down sadly, not liking where this was going. "It's exactly as I said, some of us didn't want to continue on anymore so they died. Not that I can blame them."

"What do you mean?" Thor questioned.

"The Time War!" I shouted back at him, finally fed up with the questions. "In the Time War, many fought in the beginning, we were proud to be fighting and we learned to love it." I was panting now, anger and sadness coursing through me. "But later, most of us wanted out, and the only way of doing that was by jumping in front of our enemy and hoping that they would shoot us instead of capturing us. The rest were consumed with the war. There was so much blood on our hands, and we loved it, craved it, and it drove us mad."

"Which were you?" Fury asked, arms crossed but his body was tense as if ready for an attack.

I could feel my hearts sink in my chest, this was definitely not something I wanted to talk about, so I did what I always do in these situations. I changed the subject.

"I had a friend once, Thor knows him. He and I went to the Academy together and we were very close," I said softly. "Something happened to him when we were eight years old, and it changed him. After, that, he became obsessed with becoming better, more powerful. I tried to stop him but he just laughed at me and said, 'Come now Doctor, you really think that you of all people can stop me?' He was right, I couldn't stop him and people were hurt because of me." Sighing sadly, I forced myself to continue. "Later on in our lives he would have bouts of sanity and we would travel together until he became mad and power hungry again. I took him to all the places we had wanted to go as children. Including Asgard," I said, looking directly at Thor.

Thor's impassive face had melted into a look of nostalgia as my story came to an end. Suddenly, the nostalgia changed into burning rage.

"You cannot and will not change my mind about your imprisonment! I refuse to accept your lies, trickster!" Thor roared, slamming a fist against the glass causing it to crack.

I looked at the glass uneasily, hoping beyond hope that the glass wouldn't shatter.

"They are not lies Thor. Why can't you see that everything I've ever told you was true?" I asked softly, looking at him.

Before Thor could answer my question, a loud noise comes over all of the speakers in the room.

Tap-tap-tap-tap, tap-tap-tap-tap

My face automatically paled, my body started to shake, and my breathing picked up. Eyes darting around the room, I found that Fury was shouting into his earpiece and the others were starting to get into defensive positions.

"What did you do?!" Thor shouted at me over the loud tapping noise.

Trying and failing to speak, I just looked at him with fear in my eyes and hearts.

"He can't be here, he can't be here, he can't. I watched him die," I heard myself whisper desperately, black spots littering my vision once more.

Closing my eyes, I started trying to slow my breathing down. After a while, I felt confident that I wouldn't pass out again. I jumped a little and my eyes snapped open when Thor started yelling again.

"Who? Who is doing this?!" Thor shouted angrily.

The tapping suddenly cut off and I knew that he truly was back. I could feel it in my bones.

"The Master," I managed to say shakily, still frozen in place, terrified of what was to come.

A/N: The cliffies are fantastic, right?! Not for you obviously, but who cares! .