Chapter 1; Segment 3: The Rider
Yet again, it had let the Time Lord go.
Yet again, it wasn't sure why.
It thought about letting Blaze change back, but figured that it could take advantage of this opportunity and track down a few targets. It called its bike over and snorted slightly. It had started to get boring, this particular vehicle, but ah well. It had better things to do than find a new means of transportation. It sniffed the air, searching for the nearest guilty human. It was easy, too easy, to find one in this corrupted world. It hadn't used to be like this.
Or, at least, it hadn't been quite as good at tracking them down.
It paused for a second, simply thinking, before shaking the feeling off with a growl and continuing, moving onwards as it had always done, from host to host, from victim to victim, from country to country…
From what that 'Doctor' had said it had eight years to find wherever it would be needed. Given that the Doctor had a time machine, his opinions on places to be were usually important. Perhaps that's why it had let him go- as a deal. Information for a life.
Generally, it was not how the Rider functioned, but it also usually dealt with humans, not Time Lords…
Humph, Time Lords. Such an arrogant name, for them to think they ruled over time. How inaccurate… All they did was play with it. If it had the choice again, it would've taken the TARDIS, but it was too late. It could, of course, track him down again. It was always able to track its prey, no matter how far it ran, or how fast.
And it knew that the Doctor did an awful lot of running.
In fact, it knew much about the Doctor, because a single glare into his soul had told it all it needed to know.
It knew the Questions.
It knew the Names.
It knew the Answers.
And above all, it knew the Guilt. The guilt of a nine centuries old man who had travelled Time and Space, and had been discarded by his own kind.
Just like an extremely young version of itself.