Pt. 18
The Doctor stared at the figures of Peter Caine and his father hungrily, his twisted mind already reviewing all the new, slow tortures he had planned for this new Chosen one. The old man he would keep for a while, the better to control his new pet but ultimately he would have to eliminate him. It would be too difficult to hide the two men, especially with the local constabulary hunting him. "Not that they have a snowballs chance in Hell of finding me," he snickered to himself. "Section will see to that."
"As entertaining as this little meeting is," a cold voice from behind him began., "I do have something of a tight schedule. Where, pray tell, is my merchandise?" A figure moved from behind the trees and stood beside the madman, looking down at the two figures working their way slowly past his traps. The low shadows played across the man's cold face, hiding cold blue eyes that could freeze a person's soul.
"So, we finally meet," the Doctor replied carefully, keeping his benifactor at arms length. "After so many years of doing business I finally get to see your face. Do I dare hope to get a name as well?"
"Sadly, my name would be of no use to you. Especially where you're going." The man calmly pulled a revolver from his pocket and aimed it carefully at his companion's chest.
"You won't shoot me," the Doctor scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against a nearby tree. "I'm still useful to you." A small sound, like a gnat buzzing in the breeze, cut the silence between the two men. The Doctor looked down, wide eyed at the spreading crimson stain on his chest then looked back at his handler, his protector from all those who would have stopped his holy mission. "No…" he whispered, just as yet another soft sound announced the arrival of another projectile, this one entering between his eyes. The madman's stocky form crumpled to a lifeless heap at the feet of his mysterious companion, who looked down at his own gun in mild amusement.
"You always were a good shot, my dear," he commented, scanning the bushes for the slight form he knew was hiding there. His words were met with silence. "I don't suppose we can make some sort of arrangement…" He appeared to contemplate his statement for a moment then shook his head. "No, I suppose not. Ah well, until the next time." He turned and disappeared back down the path without a glance at the monster he had nurtured for so long.