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A/N: A HUGE THANKS GOES TO ANYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED /ALERTED / FAVED … YOUR SUPPORT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME. I'M TAKING A BREAK FROM THE TARDIS CREW FOR THIS CHAPPY AS I THINK IT'S IMPORTANT FOR THIS CHAPTER TO BR CONCENTRATED ON THE MASTER.
The mans dirty blond hair was overgrown and matted with the blood of his own people. His stubble seemed to cast a shadow across his tired, forlorn face, and his cobalt blue eyes were constantly surveying the darkness he was imprisoned in with paranoia. He wore a black hoodie that was ripped and torn, and some baggy jeans that were a size too big for him, on his feet he wore some mud covered trainers with holes in the bottom of them. He sniffed loudly ; he could smell him from a mile away and this place was covered in his scent, no matter how many times he regenerated he always smelt the same. If he could just home in on the scent he'd be able to find him, and find out what was going on.
The last thing he remembers was rushing full pelt at Rassilon in anger, no one but himself was allowed to hurt The Doctor and besides he despised Rassilon, for it had been him who had cursed him all those years ago with the drums . Then there had been the horrible dragging sensation as his entire entity had been slowly pulled back into the time lock. The image of the tenth Doctors face is still imprinted at the front of mind, like it had been only yesterday ; his hazel eyes had been full or regret and anguish, his face bloodied with cuts from the shattered glass that had ripped through his skin. Then he had been standing on Gallifrey, it's people screaming as they burnt alongside the planet itself, luckily he had passed out from the smoke before the flickering flames had even had a chance to caress his skin, then there had been nothing. Then he had awoken, enclosed in a tiny room that was neither big enough to stand up nor to stretch out to his full length. He was cold, frozen to his very core. Perhaps this was what Timelords had been afraid of. Death. However every notion in his mind screamed at him, telling him despite everything he was still very much alive.
To his avail the drums hadn't died when his planet had. They were still there, quieter that before but just as persistent, and just as annoying, they were like sandpaper scraping against every nerve in his mind. He lifted his arm upwards and let his fingertips run over a material that was smooth and cool, still not giving him a clue on where exactly he was. He groaned and let out an icy breath. He started to tap his fingers in annoyance against the surface above him, one, two, three, four ; he repeated this several times but realising that it wasn't gaining him any attention he began banging his fist against it instead. He quickly withdrew his hand as his four knocks were replied by four others. " Oh hello." He grinned madly. " Show yourself!" He yelled. Getting no reply he screamed, a horrible, blood curdling, animal scream filled with insanity, and began to kick out with his legs.
" Quiet!" A low, rough voice that clearly belonged to a man bellowed from somewhere above him.
" Let him out, it's time." A woman's voice, bold with authority ordered.
He sighed; finally someone with a brain he thought to himself. He felt himself sliding out from the blackness and into the light. A woman was hovering over him, a look of glee spread across her face, a man in uniform with a large gun stood at her side protectively . She had dark curly hair, and her face was as worn and tough like leather, the one eye that wasn't covered by a patch was black, beady and observing his every move. This was a face of pure evil. " Hello Master." Her thin lips snaked into a devious smile.
He rolled his eyes " So you've heard of me then." His voice was disinterested and uncaring.
"Yes naturally. You are The Doctors enemy, his counterpart if you like." She circled him, straightening her back to try and look as intimidating as possible, but he wasn't buying it for a second, this woman was nothing but a little girl hiding behind a man with a big gun.
" Oh is that so." The Master snickered, this woman knew nothing about him and obviously knew very little about The Doctor. Though she was right about them being enemy's their relationship was far more complicated than that. If the woman thought she could hold him hostage, then use him against The Doctor for her own purposes then she really had he wires crossed.
The woman raised her left eyebrow. " Yes." She stated.
The Master struggled to his feet, the man watched him warily, holding his gun at the ready. The Master rolled his eyes, and stepped out off the frozen container, into what looked suspiciously like a laboratory . Everything was bleached white, the smell of cleaning chemicals clung to the air and there were flasks filled to the brim with all sorts of liquids. He turned his gaze to the woman. " So what do you want from me? " He asked her straight out.
The woman raised an eyebrow. " A favour." She stated.
He leaned forwards, his face literally inches from hers, breathing his hot breath down her neck. She flinched and stepped away from him in fear ; just like he had thought, she was a coward underneath her hard exterior. " What's in it for me?" His eyes danced joyfully as she squirmed even further away from him.
" A favour for a favour." She said. " You help me and I'll help you."
" I don't need your help." He chimed.
" Oh but I thing you do." She smiled knowingly.
" I really don't." He shook his head, and took a step towards her.
" Fine you're right, you can go." She pointed towards the lab door and gestured for him to leave. He started to turn away. " Of course that is if you don't want the drums to end."
He span round, his eyes dilated in curiosity and fury. " What?" He growled.
" My scientists have developed a compound liquid that will block out the signal."
The Master frowned and tried to survey the woman's face but her expression was unreadable. " And what would I have to do in return? He queried, still slightly cautious of what the catch was and if she was even telling the truth.
" I need you to look after something for me." She batted her eyelids innocently.
" And what's that?" He asked.
" Oh it's just something that I need off my hands for a while." Her lips curled into a smile.
" And the compound would block out the drums forever?" He stroked his stubble in contemplation. Would he even want a life without them? He had had the drums in his life ever since he was merely eight years old, and they had become almost part of him, a part of him that he wasn't sure he could bare to part with, though parting with them would mean he's finally get a bit of peace and quiet.
She nodded." A few drops should do the trick."
He licked his lips, he wasn't normally one to make deals, but if it meant he could rid the curse that had been with him his entire life, then perhaps this deal wasn't so bad. " Ok." He agreed.
" Good choice." She appraised him, and with a snap of her fingers the man at her side held a glass cylinder of green vile looking liquid out to him.
He snatched it from the mans hand, pulled the top of the cylinder and gulped down the foul tasting liquid in one gulp. Almost as instantly as the liquid had sloshed down his throat his head became silent for the first time in eternity. He blinked. " Thank you." He whispered as he was flooded with relief, like a giant pressure had been lifted from his shoulders.
" I've kept my side of the deal, now for yours." She snapped her fingers again, and another man in uniform stormed into the lab, carrying a bundle of cloth in his arms.
The man headed over to him and placed the bundle delicately in his arms. He peered down at the bundle and exhaled heavily as he saw tiny grey clouded eyes peering up at him. " What am I supposed to with a child." He grunted.
" Do what you like with him, just keep him alive." She sneered.
" I don't want him." He snarled.
" You signed up for him as soon as you drank the compound." The woman tilted her head back and let out a witch like cry.
" How long for?" He sighed.
" Until I say I want him back." She smirked.
" What's he called?" He inquired.
The woman laughed, clapping her hands in elation. " Theta Sigma." She drawled out the word slowly.
That was like a stab to the hearts. " But that means…"
" He's The Doctors son, yes."
" Oh." He exclaimed.
" I'm sick of all this chit chat. Guards lead our friend to the escape pod."
The two men starting pushing him towards a little metal entrance to an escape pod. " All right I get the picture." He snapped and walked into the escape pod without any assistance, waving the two men off. Clutching the baby to his chest he steadied himself as the escape pod was shot out into deep space. " well this is quite odd." He brooded over the current situation. " You're already quite the trouble maker, aren't you. Just like your father." He stared down at the baby, who looked up at him with huge questioning eyes.
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