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The Master led Amy through the burning city of Arcadia. Children around them were screaming. Amy pleaded to help but the Master insisted that they didn't have the time. Above them, an object swerved through the sky, colliding with a Dalek ship, knocking them both out of the darkened heavens in a smoking spiral.
"There!" the Master cried, pointing towards the Dalek ship as it spiralled to the ground. "Follow it."
"What was that? A Dalek ship and what?" Amy asked.
"A battle Tardis," the Master replied. "Hundreds of thousands were sent into battle. Six people to a ship."
"Were you . . . Were you in that Tardis?" Amy gasped.
"No," the Master snapped sternly. "I was trapped underneath it when it fell. Let's go. There's something you need to see."
By the time the Master and Amy arrived, a battle had erupted amongst the burning remains of the two broken ships. A group of Time Lords formed a barrier around the battle Tardis, protecting the survivors from the Dalek onslaught that approached.
"Quick!" a Time Lord cried back. "Run!"
A group of Arcadian Soldiers worked manically, to recover survivors from the broken Tardis, pulling them from the flames and away from the approaching Daleks. No-one noticed the torso of the Master that was buried beneath it.
"Destroy the Time Lords!" the Dalek cried in unison, a line of at least ten that approached. "Exterminate! Exterminate!"
The first Dalek shot, and the first Time Lord was thrown backwards through the air, his dead body crashing to a heap.
The Time Lords were thrown into a panic, raising plates of metal to protect themselves, grouping together into a ball as the cried. One Time Lord fired a weapon – useless against the Daleks' protective shell.
"Time Lord attacks are useless! The Time Lords will be destroyed by the Daleks! Daleks victorious! Exterminate!"
Another three Time Lords were shot down by the Daleks.
"We have to help them," Amy pleaded, jumping back in shock as the Daleks continued their fire.
"Back! Retreat!" the front-line Time Lords pleaded in desperation as the Arcadian Soldiers continued to recover the survivors.
"No. We stay here," the Master instructed, hiding with Amy behind a large concrete seal of Rassilon. "Move when I tell you."
Then, suddenly, the two sides of the battle fell silent. Wind lingering over the ground, slowly bringing up of ash and broken leaves. Even the Daleks seemed worried, beginning to back away.
"Back. Everyone," a Time Lord stuttered, easing his comrades back. "Move. Come on! Get under cover!"
"Leave them!" a woman cried, pulling the Arcadian soldiers away from the Tardis.
"But there's a man left beneath it!" the soldier insisted.
"It'll kill all of us! Run!"
"Retreat!" the Daleks chanted. "Dalek units retreat!"
"What's going on?" Amy asked, her voice trembling with worry.
"It's coming . . ." the Master teased.
It was then that the ground erupted. A large hand tore out of the ground. Not just a large hand. An enormous hand! It churned up the ground, scattering earth over the Time Lords and the Daleks. The hand pushed the rest of its body out of the ground, standing up amongst the flames.
Amy gasped, staggering backwards in fear as she watched the creature stagger out of the earth. "What is it?" she stammered in horror.
"That," the Master grinned, "is the Nightmare Child."
The Nightmare Child was the height of two houses. Her limbs were slim and elongated, like a Tim Burton character. Her eyes were pale, haunting and milky, glowing like lanterns as she stared out over the distance, half-out of her mind. Her hair was as black as the night, clumping with sweat, woven with red threat and beads. Her teeth were large and sharped, cracked and yellow against the depths of her mouth, disappearing endlessly into darkness.
She just stood there, staring out into the darkness, grunting through her fanged teeth. Beneath her, the Daleks were reverse, faceless yet Amy could see their fear. The Time Lords were running, abandoning anyone who couldn't help themselves.
"Cover your eyes!" the Master snapped, clamping his hand over Amy's eyes as the Nightmare Child turned to look at them.
"Why?" Amy asked, not questioning him.
"If she sees you, and you see her, she'll get you. She'll take you and break you apart in her jaws."
"What actually is she? A giant or something?"
"No. She's a Time Lord. Snatched from her family at the start of the War. They fed her to the time vortex – an experiment – and when she was finally recovered, she had turned into a monster. She'll devour everything, splitting it apart as she splits its existence throughout time. She can grow, and change, and morph – the ultimate weapon. But she was too wild. Too uncontrollable. The Time Lords couldn't contain her as she ran rabid, tearing her away through the War, destroying Daleks and Time Lords alike."
Eventually, the Master opened his eyes and pulling his hands away from Amy's. The Nightmare Child had moved on.
The Nightmare Child glared at the Daleks, crawling towards them. They moved backwards, still looking at her.
"Daleks will not feel fear. Exterminate! Exterminate!" the Daleks chanted before fired at her.
The blue bolts of light streaked through the air towards her. Amy gasped. But then the bolts stopped – frozen in the air in a series of lines. The Nightmare Child laughed. She reached out, then snapped the bolts of light off the ends of the Dalek guns, as if they were physical. She scattered them through the air, then, one by one, picked up the Daleks and devoured them, their cries and chants disappearing as they did down her throat.
Then she turned on the Time Lords. As soon as they realised at they were being watched, they covered their eyes - stood there trembling, posed as Weeping Angels – as the creature approached. One of the Time Lords was a child, a little boy, wrapped in his mother's arms as she sang into his ear. He was curious and young and scared. He did what any young boy would do . . . And peaked.
The child's pupils shrink into his skull as he gazed into the pearl, distant rocks of the Nightmare Child. She reached out her arms.
"No!" the boy's mother cried, flicking her eyelids open, pulling the boy out of harm's way. "He is not for your taking!"
The Nightmare Child wailed, her foul breath shaking the ground. Then her eyes glowing, illuminating a pale yellow, as she bared her teeth at the boy's mother. She dissolved . . . Just with the glowing of her eyes, the mother dissolved into the air, leaving the boy trembling on his own.
"NO!" Amy screamed, running out from behind the concrete seal, pushing past the Master, to throw her arms in front of the child. "Cover your eyes!" Amy insisted, holding the boys hand and turning away from the Nightmare Child.
"Amy!" the Master called in anger.
"Don't look at her! Be quiet!" Amy whispered to the boy.
"I'm scared," the boy whimpered.
"Me too," Amy nodded.
The Nightmare Child stalked the two of them, crawling right up next to them. Amy shuddered. The Master trembled – he didn't want to risk his life but even still he needed Amy alive. The Time Lords stepped back in fear.
"No-one's coming," the boy sobbed. "No-one's coming to help us are they?"
"Now's about time my friend would help. Little chance of that here I guess," Amy replied.
"Maybe they'll come. You have to trust."
"It's impossible. The Doctor isn't here and he doesn't know we're here."
Then came the wheezing. Amy looked up, her eyes still closed, but she heard it. It was spinning, as if it were injury, tumbling from the sky. And it was heading towards her . . .
"Move!" Amy cried, dragging the boy away from the approaching vehicle.
With a large thump, the Tardis slammed into the ground, scattering mud over Amy and the little boy. They were safe, for the moment at least, with the Tardis between them and the Nightmare Child.
"Doctor?" Amy stuttered, opening her eyes, questioning whether that blue box really was the one she recognised.
The Tardis doors swung inwards, and out stumbled are greying, scruffy man, dressing in tattered clothes and leather. Amy didn't recognise him as the Doctor. Quickly he ushered Amy and the Time Lords away from the Nightmare Child, then turned to it heroically.
"No more," he grunted. He swung a large gun shaped machine from over his shoulder and aimed it at the Nightmare Child. It glowed with a red light as he flicked it on, then fired. The Nightmare Child didn't have time to cry before her body dissolved in a red light, disappearing.
"What did you do?" Amy asked. "Did you kill her? Who are you?"
"That monster will never die, it'll just recreate itself somewhere else in time. Save yourselves and go. Find cover. I can't stay forever," the man grunted.
"And you are-?" Amy persisted.
"No-one," the man replied, turning to Amy. But he was lying. He was the War Doctor. "Now go."
"Help!" a voice screamed. Both Amy and the War Doctor turned to look. It was the Master – the first Master – still trapped under the battle Tardis.
Slowly, Amy watched as the War Doctor staggered to the Master, his eyes glazed over slightly. Amy handed the little boy to another Time Lord as they began to disperse, taking safety, and followed the War Doctor.
"Do you know him?" Amy wondered.
"Yes. Yes I do," the Doctor replied, mindlessly walking past Amy and towards the Master.
"Help me. Please help me," the Master pleaded, waving his hand out.
The War Doctor knelt down by the Master, looking at him with a mix of fear and concern and wonder. "It's you, old friend, I would recognise you anywhere."
"I don't know you. Just get me out!" the Master wailed.
"You're still young, you're still on Gallifrey, you haven't picked your name yet, have you?"
"What does it matter? How would you know anyway?"
"It's time to pick," the Doctor grinned. "The War will be lost, but there is still time to save it. You need to fight back. You need to leave Gallifrey, live a different life, but you will be brought back, and when you did, you will make the biggest contribution to the War yet."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"You're going to die, right here, any moment now."
"I won't die, I'll regenerate."
"But you'll be a new man. I want you to leave Gallifrey. Live a different life and don't look back. You could be anyone."
"Yes, but I'd rather you just get me out!"
"It's too late. Give up. Let yourself regenerate. You could be anyone – brave, or clever, or cunning or powerful."
"I'd want to be all."
"Then make yourself them all. Be in control. Be brave and clever. Be anyone you want because one day you will find yourself back in the War, and you will save us all."
"Brave and cunning, clever and powerful. Always in control," the Master repeated, almost hypnotised by the Doctor's words. "I could walk the universe – see it all. Wreak havoc and destruction – avenge what is happening here to my species to all those who don't even know."
"No!" the Doctor snapped. "You can be better, wiser, but don't be merciless."
"Why not? I didn't have any choice in my life. I was just sent off to War and now I'm about to regenerate into a strange, alien body. Why not let people feel how I feel?"
"Because you could be better. You could stop this War and any other conflicts."
"Brave and cunning, clever and powerful. Always in control," the Master repeated, smiling as his face glowed with a bright orange light. "Be the man everybody fears and everybody respects. Be the Master."
"No!" the Doctor gasped, staggering back as the Master continued to glow.
Amy, having watched the scene unfold, was slowly eased back with a voice: "Step back." It was the Master. Not the regenerating Master, but the young, blond Master.
"You understand, don't you, Amy?" the Master asked.
"No, not really. Who's that man – the one that's not the Master?" Amy inquired.
"That's the Doctor," the Master replied. "A Doctor before when you met him. The Doctor that fought in the Time War."
"But then, that means . . ."
"Yes, Amy. The Doctor talked me into becoming a monster. He made me, only so I would someday stop the War. He created a monster and abandoned it, even betrayed it."
"But it was worth it, right? You'll stop the War?" Amy wondered.
"No. I was scared and I ran. The War ends just the same."
And then the Master regenerated. The battle Tardis was thrown off him in flames as the War Doctor watched with orange lights in his eyes.
"This is why I need the Doctor," the Master clarified. "He made me a monster, now it's time to put things right. I wish I could say I'm sorry, Amy, but I'm going to have to use you. Use you to get the Doctor. But first, I have one question."
"And what's that?" Amy asked, trembling as she watched the birth of the next Master.
"Do you have the Doctor's phone number?"
Dum dum dum! The Master has a plan for revenge but what is it? Please review and keep reading! We'll be back with 11/Clara/Jack, Rory/Sarah-Jane and River/Donna/Gwen in the next part :) Thanks for reading!