Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes! :D

You guys are great!


Anywho, today was a GREAT birthday.

I got more ThinkGeek charms to go along with the TARDIS charm I got for Christmas, I hung up my Doctor Who poster, I put my TARDIS door cling on my door, I bought a wallet to match my purse, I went to dinner with my family, I went to the mall, blah blah blah-

DID I MENTION THAT MY SISTER GOT ME A BIRTHDAY CARD FORM WHEN SHE WAS AT THE DOCTOR WHO EXPERIENCE IN WALES OVER THE SUMMER THAT HAS 11 AND A DALEK ON IT.

SHE ALSO WROTE OUT THE WHOLE CARD.

IN GALLIFREYAN.

IN.

GALLIFREYAN.


Update on your guys's Christmas gift:

The drawing is coming along GREAT. I'm half way through coloring Jessie, and I challenged myself to draw a big ugly Christmas sweater on her, and it came out better than I expected! I might get it done by the end of the weekend, but that depends on what the weekend brings to me. :/


Also, thanks for all the positive reviews on the last chapter. I didn't really think I'd be going back and explaining why Jackie Master looked like The Master, why his spot was magically there for The Master to use as a disguise in the first 1920's adventure, yadda yadda yadda. But when I got brain-dead when it came to ideas, and have been ever since, (Also, if anyone has any writing exercises or tips for coming up with plot ideas, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN A REVIEW! I can't think of where to go next after this for The Master AND Jessie!) I finally decided to leave that plot hole open no longer, and it fit right in: The Master, lost and upset, taking out his anguish and fury on whoever he's assigned to kill for that moment. It was a blessing that it fit in so perfectly.


raggedymadness (Chapter 26):

YOU MIGHT?!

OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH-

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧*:・゚✧

raggedymadness (Chapter 27):

NO.

*throws french fry skeleton into room while riding a wrecking ball*

AND WE CAN'T STAAAAAAAAHHHHHPPPPPP-

AND WE WON'T STAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHPPPPPPP-

raggedymadness (Chapter 28):

OMG THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU

BUT THE WEIRD THIS IS THAT RIGHT BEFORE I READ THIS I OPENED MY SISTER'S GIFT TO ME.

SHE BOUGHT ME A UNICORN HEAD MASK.

AND YOU CALLED ME A MAJESTIC UNICORN.

(Also: Tumblr. Y U NO ACTIVE ON IT?!)

Lepardlover (Chapter 28):

You like it?

You REALLY like it?

You REALLY, TRULY like it?!

:D

BloodLily16 (Chapter 28):

wow.

much gangster.

very vintage.

such violent.

Paradox Predator (Chapter 28):

...did I just make a guy swoon?

*nonchalantly checks off box on bucket list*

Oh, you'll find out what he does with the chapter of pure badassery. *puts on sunglasses* YEEEEEAAAHHHHHH-


WARNING:

I listened to "Guile's Theme" on repeat while writing this...so you know what might lie ahead.

(Seriously though: Listening to the 10-hour loop made me write this in 15 minutes. No joke.)


Chapter Twenty Nine- To Kill A Gangster

The Master ran along the streets of New York City, running as fast as his feet could carry him, still seeming to go nowhere. He heard a faint cry of "Hey, good luck, kid!" from what seemed to be Tommy, popping his head out the door. Even though he had barely talked to Tommy, besides being interrogated by him, he seemed to like him. Tommy reminded to old Time Lord of what he once acted like, from a simpler time. Even a simpler time as in those memorable moments with Jessie where he would crack a one-liner or two, making her giggle- not to forget the times where he made a joke that the two of them would bring up for years to come -well, if they would have been together for more than a few days after the fact- in which said jokes would usually make Jessie laugh hysterically to the point of snorting- a quirk he found completely and utterly adorable, but one that she found embarrassing and annoying.

He frowned, realizing he had slowed in his pace when he began to think about her. No...he had to keep running. The quicker he ran, the quicker he'd get to Club 42. The quicker he got to Club 42, the quicker he would kill his hit. The faster he killed his hit, the earlier he would get back. The earlier he would get back, the more impressed Big Tony would be. At least I know something happened to make Tony like me... The Master thought, He was thrilled to see when I wasn't dead when I 'came back'...I bet he wasn't too thrilled when I shot him, though. He thought, an evil smirk on his face, the thought of bloodshed and violence being the gas in the car that was his body, fueling him up, and forcing him forward, gaining speed the farther he went.

He jogged along, not bothering to even notice the small, cozy little restaurant where he had shared one of the most intimate moments of his life with Jessie in. As he ran past, he kept on thinking the same thoughts, forgetting all about Jessie. Jessie who? No, there was only room in his mind at that moment for something to excite himself, to ignite the flames of rage and anger inside him, hyping himself up on the most intense level ever imaginable. He grabbed the gun from his pocket as he ran, since no one dared walk in the alleyways and grimy side streets on the path in which he had taken. Rats dodged him as he flew by, tin cans littered across the ground making the metallic crack of what sounded like gunfire as he ran them over, the intensity of his gait causing such force to be put upon them, The Time Lord not even taking the slightest amount of interest to what the noises were. As long as it wasn't him getting shot at, he didn't care. He let his hands go to work as he ran, grabbing a new round of bullets from the box of bullets in his pocket, along with where the gun had once been kept, and loaded it until it could hold no more bullet. A fully loaded gun. Enough shots to take out his hit, and anyone who wasn't on Tony's side who was involved. He held it in his hand, sweat dripping down his brow.

Finally, he reached the door of club 42. "Locked n' loaded." he mumbled, putting the gun back in his pocket. "Now lets pump some guts with led."


If you don't know what Christmas movie the "pump your guts fulla' led" line is from, then you seriously need to watch more holidays films.


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