Jul 22, 2011 10:17
The Master grins at Jack.
"You get all the knowledge of a Time Lord. On a constant basis, not like the Doctor popping up once a year or whatever. You get someone who can shoot lightning bolts and build death rays out of spare parts. You get someone who is more than happy to make bodies disappear.
"And all I ask is the occasional playdate."
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In the back of his head he hears it the familiar rattling of keys in the hallway. The trained himself quickly to pick up that particular sound over the droning of the motors.
It went on for days/week/months/ and in the end it was an entire year. He wondered how much longer can he keep his sanity? The cycle of pain, death and rebirth is gnawing at his mental defenses. This has to be the worst thing he’s ever endured. He became nearly a shadow of the proud confident man he was before this.
In his memories the door opens and the chained man doesn’t even look up to see who enters. He doesn’t need to, he knows who is there. He can tell by the sound of those expensive soles on the grating beneath their feet, just who it is, and he already knows what’s coming. He’s that maniacs favorite toy and the ‘new’ hasn’t worn off him yet. ( ... )
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He doesn't care. Nothing matters. It's not about shutting him up and 'feeling' something for a little while. "You decide. Try whatever you want, you know I'm good for coming back again, if you push too hard."
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