all the king's horses.
Character: The Master, Captain Jack Harkness, & The Doctor.
Word Count: 443.
Rating: PG-13.
Prompt: Picture Prompt.
Notes:
The Captain writhed before The Master's feet.
His back arched and slapped the floor vigorously. Bones snapped out of their designated positions, cracking and whistling in unison with his shrill hollers of dislike. The metallic wand within The Master's grip turned inside his palm, causing The Captain to follow it's every stroke and graceful dip. He could feel The Doctor's eyes boring into his cheeks, carving their gaze into his flesh. He flashed his front teeth in the same grin that earned him the title of Prime Minister.
"Look at him, Doctor," he urged, letting his own eyes bounce delightedly in the direction of the breaking soldier before him, "Do you see what I'm doing here?" The Master pulled his laser screwdriver from The Captain's direction and wiggled it at the side of his face. "No?" He boomed when no response left The Doctor's throat. His mouth curled in disgust.
"What I'm doing, Doctor, is toying with your toy soldier's parts. He's decided that he wants to play Doctor with my wife," The Master's upper lip lifted into a sneer, "He's gone and spoken to her about being a naughty girl. Told her she could still change. Told her all she had to do was help him pick the pieces." He breathed in through clenched teeth, watching The Captain with a contemptuous stare.
"Master," hissed The Doctor. He had been seated in a lone wheelchair at the base of the stairwell, both wrists handcuffed tightly to either side. His eyes were filled with a familiar malice that caused The Master's snarl to meld into that of a devious smirk. "Let him go."
The Master slammed the toe of his shoe into The Captain's stomach, sending him onto the opposite side of his body. He croaked in agony. "Too late. He's near death now, Doctor," the Time Lord edged forward, crouching over the broken captain. "Pretty soon, this will all be over, my Captain. And then, when you wake up, we're going to play this game again. It's good, isn't it? Now - say you're sorry." He ushered to his ear with his free hand, anxiously awaiting The Captain's apology.
Instead, The Captain turned on his back and flashed a grin parallel to his own. Through clenched teeth he whispered, "I'm sorry," he said, "Sorry that you're wife can't see just how much of a psychopathic asshole you really are." The Master stood upright, adjusting his tie.
He moved on the heel of his shoes, starting back up to the top step of his domain. Within seconds, The Captain bellowed his final breaths and his smile was no longer radiant.
"Let's try this again."
Word Count: 443.
Rating: PG-13.
Prompt: Picture Prompt.
Notes:
The Captain writhed before The Master's feet.
His back arched and slapped the floor vigorously. Bones snapped out of their designated positions, cracking and whistling in unison with his shrill hollers of dislike. The metallic wand within The Master's grip turned inside his palm, causing The Captain to follow it's every stroke and graceful dip. He could feel The Doctor's eyes boring into his cheeks, carving their gaze into his flesh. He flashed his front teeth in the same grin that earned him the title of Prime Minister.
"Look at him, Doctor," he urged, letting his own eyes bounce delightedly in the direction of the breaking soldier before him, "Do you see what I'm doing here?" The Master pulled his laser screwdriver from The Captain's direction and wiggled it at the side of his face. "No?" He boomed when no response left The Doctor's throat. His mouth curled in disgust.
"What I'm doing, Doctor, is toying with your toy soldier's parts. He's decided that he wants to play Doctor with my wife," The Master's upper lip lifted into a sneer, "He's gone and spoken to her about being a naughty girl. Told her she could still change. Told her all she had to do was help him pick the pieces." He breathed in through clenched teeth, watching The Captain with a contemptuous stare.
"Master," hissed The Doctor. He had been seated in a lone wheelchair at the base of the stairwell, both wrists handcuffed tightly to either side. His eyes were filled with a familiar malice that caused The Master's snarl to meld into that of a devious smirk. "Let him go."
The Master slammed the toe of his shoe into The Captain's stomach, sending him onto the opposite side of his body. He croaked in agony. "Too late. He's near death now, Doctor," the Time Lord edged forward, crouching over the broken captain. "Pretty soon, this will all be over, my Captain. And then, when you wake up, we're going to play this game again. It's good, isn't it? Now - say you're sorry." He ushered to his ear with his free hand, anxiously awaiting The Captain's apology.
Instead, The Captain turned on his back and flashed a grin parallel to his own. Through clenched teeth he whispered, "I'm sorry," he said, "Sorry that you're wife can't see just how much of a psychopathic asshole you really are." The Master stood upright, adjusting his tie.
He moved on the heel of his shoes, starting back up to the top step of his domain. Within seconds, The Captain bellowed his final breaths and his smile was no longer radiant.
"Let's try this again."