The sounds of the battle would have cowed any soldier, the metallic shrieks of the Daleks and the howls, snarls and screams of the Immortals.
The Darkness however took no notice as he forced his way through the melee, followed closely by his chosen bodyguards.
An immortal charged at him but it never reached him as it was engulfed in fire...these creatures were not immune to the power the Darkness, but he did not have the power to destroy an whole army...not yet, but he knew where he could get it.
He began to turn a slow curve to the east, not wanting his brother to know where he was heading.
There was power greater that his or his brothers, one that had been locked long before he and his brother came into existence, one that could destroy him and his brother, the Immortals and anyone who got in his ways.
But he had the advantage: he had the Time Lord. True he may have to sacrifice something, the power he wielded over the Daleks, they would have to be sacrificed but it would be worth it if he could control the power that lay beneath this planet. He knew it would never accept him, but the Time Lord was another matter and he knew he would be able to control the Time Lord and with it the power.
He did however have one problem...he needed another host. Thoughts sped through his mind and then he knew where he would find a host and the thought of it gave him thoughts that he hadn't had for a long time.
Jack had been forced to keep the rooftops and it was slowing him down; there were too many things to do and not enough time to do it.
He desperately wanted to stop the terminal fight he knew was going to happen between the two people he would never want to choose between. He was also desperate to find Gwen and Martha, get them somewhere safe.
He jumped from the roof of a small out building and was about to move on when he felt it...the overwhelming desire to go east.
He ignored it and turned towards the battle only to find a familiar ghostly figure blocking his way.
"No Jack, you have to go east," the ghostly figure said, holding out a translucent hand.
Jack stopped then, wary that this wasn't a trick of the Darkness. He kept walking towards the battle sounds but found his way barred again by the ghostly figure.
"No Jack, east," it said.
This time he stopped, the look on the figures face made his stomach flutter, it was guilt mixed with sadness.
"Doctor?" Jack queried and stepped closer and was he imagining it or were there tears glistening on the ghostly features?
The figure let out a long shuddering breath and said three words that always made Jack's blood freeze.
"I was wrong."