Moment Twelve
Revenge. The word circulated through Omega's mind as he stood surveying the world he had created. Revenge on the ones who had wronged him, who had abandoned and forgotten him - it was what he craved more than anything else. That and finding a means of escaping from the anti-matter universe that had been his prison for countless ages.
It shouldn't have been this way. When he had been chosen to trigger the supernova that would provide the energy source for his people's time-travel experiments, he had thought it a great honour. But he was unable to escape the forces he had unleashed and had ended up being sucked into the black hole left behind when he detonated the star which had been selected for the purpose.
The next thing he remembered was waking up to find himself in a world which, according to all known scientific laws, should not exist. A world of anti-matter, a world which existed at the bottom of a black hole. Not only that, he soon learned that he had the power to create anything he wished in this strange world.
Years passed, centuries passed and still Omega remained in the anti-matter universe, growing more and more insane. He soon found that it was impossible for him to escape without abandoning control of the world he had created, but, every time he tried to abandon control, he found he couldn't escape. He was a prisoner, with no means of escape and no hope of rescue. Except one, one which would allow him to get revenge on his fellow Gallifreyans (or Time Lords as they had come to be known) for betraying and abandoning him.
He would drain energy from Gallifrey, depriving the Time Lords of their time-travel facility. But that was only part of his plan; he also meant to escape and the only way he could do so was to find someone to take his place, someone who could also hold this world together. And the only race capable of doing so was the Time Lords. With that in mind, Omega knew what he must do. He must send an organism to locate one of his brother Time Lords and bring him here. Or one of his sister Time Ladies . . .
Omega did not care who took his place; all he knew was that he was weary of the endless solitude. He was used to solitude, but that didn't mean he liked it. In fact, he hated it; the knowledge that he had been abandoned by his own people had eaten away at his sanity. Now, all he cared about was escaping. That and getting revenge. Once he was free, he would make his brother Time Lords pay many times over for their betrayal. He would make sure they suffered for what they had done to him.
Of course, there was one thing which might have scuppered his plans. If anti-matter and matter came into contact, it would cause a massive explosion - usually. But, in this universe, the usual laws of physics did not apply; his will was the only law here. So all he had to do was process anything that crossed between the two universes, allowing matter and anti-matter to meet safely. It was the only way he would ever get the revenge he craved.
Omega surveyed his reflection in the mirror he had conjured up. He saw a tall, robed figure, his face concealed by the mask he wore to protect himself from the corrosive effects of the Singularity Beam which linked the two universes. Without the mask, the Beam would gradually destroy him; only by keeping it on could he hope to avoid this fate.
But not for very much longer, he told himself. Soon, he would find a Time Lord to take his place and, when that happened, he would be able to escape from this anti-matter universe. And he would finally be able to take off the mask he had worn for so long that he had forgotten what his face looked like.
But, as he stood there plotting his revenge against those who had wronged him, it did not occur to him that it was already too late, that, beneath his mask and robes, he no longer had a physical form.
