Chapter 5: The Master and The Daleks
The Master stood in front of the alien life form in the lab before him.
"We have a deal, then?" he inquired.
"Yes" replied the green-skinned being.
"Good. You get me the blonde one and I give you the Doctor."
"Indeed, Master"
The Master bowed and climbed into his TARDIS. As the time- machine dematerialised, Davros smiled to himself.
The Doctor powered up the hologram generator in the TARDIS. The Master's image flickered into life.
"So, you have seen the pictures, Doctor?" he asked.
"Yes, I have. What do you want now?" the Doctor answered.
"You will find out soon enough. Open your TARDIS, Doctor"
The Doctor strode over to the TARDIS doors. As they opened a thick green gas floated into the room.
"Rose!" he managed to yell before falling unconscious. Rose breathed in the gas too. But before she was knocked out, also, she heard the now familiar voice of the Daleks.
"Take the Doctor to Davros. Leave the girl for the employer."
The Doctor woke in a chair, handcuffed. His Sonic Screwdriver lay on a table five metres away.
"So, Doctor. How many incarnations have you had? Ten, I believe?" said an all too familiar voice.
"That's impossible!" whispered the Doctor.
"I'm afraid not, Time Lord."
Davros wheeled into the open. His bottom half was that of a Dalek's. His top half, however, was green-skinned, one eye on his forehead and a black overall.
"Davros, the Daleks never win. The only reason they still exist is because of me. Now, what have you done with Rose?" The Doctor yelled.
"The girl had to be left with the Master. He wanted a deal. We gave him the girl and we were given you." Davros flicked a switch on his Dalek base. Two Daleks glided in.
"Now, Doctor, I have the pleasure in watching you die. Exterminate him!" Davros cackled manically.
The Daleks got into position and aimed at the Doctor.
Rose woke up to a cold breeze. Actually, a cold breeze didn't do it justice. A howling wind beat against her immobile form. A hand lifted her up and she felt ropes binding her against a metal grid. She looked down. Rose was at the top of an enormous tower. It had a familiar shape to it. Of course! She was on top of the Eiffel Tower.