See, guys?
It wasn't that hard!
Look at what happens when you all chip in and a review:
BloodLily16 (Chapter 36):
Mrs. Hudson is to housekeeper as I am to messenger.
Paradox Predator (Chapter 36):
Oh crap- I forgot about that for a second there!
(Also, I think BloodLily wants you to go on some 'cortex' rp.)
Lepardlover (Chapter 36):
*cough* The M.A.S.T.E.R. is not a hunk of metal he's a computer program/hologram that's unexplainably becoming human *cough*
*wipes away a single tear* Together until the end...I should make them meet and then the both of them die...and use that.
raggedymadness (Chapter 36):
OH YEAH PJO FANS! *epic internet high five*
Oh, yes...what a wonderful idea. (◕‿◠✿)
Doc11 (Guest) (Chapter 36):
Awww...thank you! (✿◠‿◠)
MysteryWoman (Guest)(Chapter 36):
...Just someone who uses somewhat the same speech patterns-thingies who I wouldn't expect to be reading this. No biggie.
Yeah, I felt that was going to happen with the Jester shippers of the world, so I'm thinking of a creative way to make everything have a happy ending in the end.
TammyWhovianStories (Chapter 36):
Sorry to burst your bubble, sweetie...
But if you saw the end of the last chapter, you'd see it's not The Master. It's the M.A.S.T.E.R. program from The Archives.
Hooligan'sDoctor (Chapter 36):
Oh trust me- keep your heart intact. I need to feed off of it *becomes a CelestiasMoffat demon*
Chapter Thirty Seven- J. M. Strikes Again
The Master walked down the street, looking at his surroundings. In the past five years he had been coming back and forth down the same streets, either going to go kill someone, or just returning from a successful hit, the Time Lord eventually stopped looking around. Over the many months, his world had become darker and darker, as did his surroundings as he ignored them. Alley cats and nice littered the alleyways close to the industrial district. Any building that had any parts made of wood were eaten away by wind, rain, and termites. Brick buildings were stained with red- whether from more rust than blood was unsure. He rarely passed others in the street, but when he did, he never acknowledged them. The Master always walked with his head down, usually having his trusty fedora to cover his head, along with a dark coat or something to make him blend in even more. He found it strange when he thought about it- some people couldn't blend in as well as him and he wasn't even the same species as the crowds he blended into. He kept walking, the skies a dark, dreary grey, rain threatening to come down at any moment. Right before he reached the warehouse, he felt the cool, wet pinpricks of small raindrops hit the nape of his neck. He walked faster, wanting to get to his destination quickly in case it began to rain harder.
"Just in time, Jackie- the gang's all here!" greeting Big Tony, waving him over. The scene reminded him of how he was greeted when he was there with Jessie. First, the plethora of men in the warehouse. Oddly, an inexplicably-long dark wood table was in the center of the building. Most of the gangsters sat presentably in a chair, while others perched on top of piles of boxes that were bigger than the men themselves- resembling haystack play areas that commercial farms might have in fall. He noticed that most of them had their fedoras dipped more than the others, and made sure that at least half of their face was hidden in the shadows between the large industrial fluorescent lights that hung from the ceiling. The Master knew all of them, the most notable ones being Krete, Carpin, and LaMone- the lower levels of the group's pecking order- not very well-known, but did most of the side work and dirty work that the more well-known mobsters didn't want to do themselves. They did the real dirty work, like cleaning, gun-polishing, and the like, and also the disposing of evidence- usually objects, but sometime they'd have to go dispose of the bodies if a gangster who had just taken down a hit hadn't his right, the long wood table was almost completely empty, only having a few minor men who could have easily sat with the other lackeys, but apparently decided not to. They were chubbier and looked more important money-wise than the sly, sleek skinny men among the shadows and wooden boxes. He knew them well. McCaine, Johaun, and Westner. They handled the money and riches that they collected, keeping them safe from harm. He silently put on his fedora again, adjusting it to be like the others'- slightly cocked forward so a shadow covered some of his face. He walked forward, reaching the empty chair that was on Tony's left.
"Well, Jackie...this is it."
"Whad'ya mean, boss?" he asked, using 'boss' instead of 'Tony' to keep himself looking respectful.
"We've all decided that you are the best man for what will probably be one of the greatest hits in history." said Tony with pride, taking a cigar from his pocket, and shoving it between his teeth.
"Who's the hit, though?" He asked, quite confused- yet also excited for this new challenge.
"Goes by the name of Sylvester Sones...ring a bell?"
The Master's face lit up. He looked like a child on Christmas, opening the present that contained the toy he had yearned for for so long. Sylvester Sones had been the head of a rival gang that over the years had become more and more so a rival. Not even like most of their gang's rivals- other gangs who would never grow strong or powerful enough to truly threaten them- but a true threat to them. A true, living, breathing enemy. And Jackie Masters was going to kill him. "Now, grab a gun and go, Masters!" yelled Tony like a fan would at a sporting event, watching as he stood up, and walked towards the lackeys on the boxes, who all began to clap for the unavoidable end of their rival. He put a single hand out, one of the lackeys knowing exactly what he meant, giving him his trusty gun- loaded and polished to perfection. As he walked out, the applause and cheering commenced behind him, Tony crying out with pride: "Jackie Masters will strike again!"
As a thank you for all these reviews, I'm going to try to post at least one more chapter for you guys tonight!
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