This chapter was exceptionally fun to write.
The Doctor stepped out of his Cyberman costume. The Master noticed that he had a sword in a sheath. The Doctor took it out.
"I always come prepared," he said. Immediately the other villains moved towards the Doctor, but the Master put a finger up.
"Leave him!" he commanded. "He's mine." The villains stepped back, and watched along with Rose, Jack and the boys as the Doctor and the Master began duelling. Their swords clashed as they advanced upon one another. They were both fairly similar in ability. Just when it looked like the Master had the Doctor cornered, he pushed him away with all his strength and he'd be in charge. It was Slightly that realised that everyone was so transfixed with the fight, they wouldn't notice him if he left. He quietly snuck away and ran through the ship. As he walked through various rooms, he noticed a large amount of precious-looking items. Without hesitation, he started putting them in his pockets. His mother had always said he'd inherited his pick-pocketing ability from his uncle. When he thought he'd taken enough, he made his way back to the fight. The Doctor and the Master were still at it. As the Master blocked a blow from the Doctor, he spoke.
"This sword is soaked in a special formula of mine," he said. "Its key ingredients are a mixture of malice, jealousy, disappointment and hatred. They combine to inhibit the regeneration cycle, so the unfortunate recipient of its blow, should he be Gallifreyan, will die instantly."
"Well, you always were a bit of a science nerd," said the Doctor. The Master's eyes glowed red with fury.
"I know a secret," he said.
"Oh yeah?" said the Doctor. "And what's that?"
"I know what you are," said the Master, lunging at the Doctor, who quickly stepped out of the way.
"I'm the best there ever was!" exclaimed the Doctor.
"You're a tragedy," said the Master.
"Me? Tragic?" said the Doctor. "I'm the oncoming storm. I'm the guardian angel of the universe. I'm …"
"She was leaving you Doctor," said the Master cunningly, now speaking in Gallifreyan, the one language the TARDIS wouldn't translate for Rose. The Doctor stopped. The Master, knowing he was having an effect, stopped as well.
"Your Rose was leaving you. Why should she stay? What have you to offer? You are incomplete." The Doctor looked at Rose, that familiar look of sadness in his eyes. The Master approached the Doctor.
"She'd rather do domestic than stay with you," he said, kicking the Doctor in the stomach and pushing him back. The Doctor stumbled.
"Let us now take a peep into the future," said the Master. "What is this I see? 'Tis the fair Rose in her bedroom. The window is shut." The Doctor lunged at the Master.
"I'll open it!" he said angrily.
"I'm afraid the window is barred," said the Master mockingly.
"I'll call out her name," said the Doctor, his voice almost down to a whimper.
"She can't hear you …"
"No!" cried the Doctor.
"She can't see you …" continued the Master.
"Rose!" shouted the Doctor, tears forming in his eyes. Rose called back, but the Doctor couldn't hear her. His ears were throbbing with the Master's words.
"She's forgotten all about you," finished the Master.
"Stop it! Please stop it!" exclaimed the Doctor, falling to his knees in exhaustion. The Master, walked around him, looking down on him.
"And what is this I see?" he said, going back to his predicted future. "There is another in your place. He is called husband." The Doctor went to get up, but the Master kicked him down to the ground. He picked him up by his leather jacket and thrust his head against a pole on the ship. The Doctor, almost unconscious, turned his head towards Rose, a look of helplessness and longing in his eyes.
"You die alone and unloved …" said the Master, "… just like me." With that he thrust his sword into the Doctor's left heart.
"Nooooooooo!" cried Rose.
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