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Chapter Five

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*~3rd Person~*

It was silent in the vast land of stone and cobble. The Master's dark brown eyes flashed open, inhaling deeply. He turned, not with his body, nor with his head. The Master turned with his eyes. He could feel him, sense him. The Master knew he was there. Standing, he turned to face The Doctor in his brown trench coat and suit. Also noticing the lack of a certain female.

The Master turned around fully, facing his whole body towards The Doctor. He was quite a distance off, but not too much so that he couldn't see him. The Master flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching them slowly. His hands were electric, the power recognisable in the dark night. Lights and wires crackled out of his palm as The Doctor began walking forward. Taking a ready position, The Master's face turned to his skull before whipping his arm and hand forward; a shot of lightning flashing out of his palm.

It didn't hit The Doctor. It landed behind him, erupting a small explosion and flames. The Doctor wasn't even the slight bit fazed by his actions, only continuing to walk on forward. The Master's face twitched and threw his other arm forward- another bolt of lightning fired at The Doctor. Or should I say, what didn't hit The Doctor.

The Master paused and made a face. He brought together his hands and slowly began twisting and turning them around each other; like washing his hands only with electricity. The Master began to grin now, his hands now speeding up. The Doctor was only a few meteres away, still walking with determination.

Suddenly, The Master faced his hands to The Doctor, shooting him straight in the chest with both bolts of electricity he had fired up. The Doctor stopped eruptly and struggled with the power of it. Grinding his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to fight back the pain of it all as The Master continued to eletricute him for a few more seconds.

Then he stopped. The Master lowered his hands and walked forward quickly to The Doctor, whom grunted in pain and stumbled forward about a foot or two before falling. However, The Master caught him before he could collapse onto the hard ground. The Doctor pushed him, holding onto his shoulders and staring at The Master's face, whom glared at the ground beneath them with passion.

Then The Master stood up, The Doctor, not suspecting it, tumbled to the ground with a grunt. The Master stood, turned, then squatted down in front of The Doctor, leaning his head in slightly. The Doctor had fallen face down, his stomach facing the ground. A few measly seconds go by, with The Master looking around angrily.

"I had estates." The Master spat at The Doctor, whom looking at him weakly. "Do you remember my father's land, back home?" The Master's face had soften slightly, thinking back had made unwanted memories flow through his mind. "Pastures of red grass, stretching far across the slopes of Mount Perdition."

The Master looked to the sky for a few seconds before letting out a small, breathless laugh, leaving him smiling slightly. "We used to run across those fields all day, calling up at the sky." He had now sat down completely from his squat and looked at The Doctor sarcastically. "Look at us now."

"All that eloquence." The Doctor said in a raspy tone, propping up helplessly on his elbows. "But how many people have you killed?" The Doctor, disgusted, looked dead into The Master's eyes whom looked back 'innocently'. "I am so hungry." The Master tipped his head as he spoke, eyes wide at The Doctor.

"Your resurrection went wrong. That energy... Your body's ripped open. Now you're killing yourself." The Doctor said before immediately getting interupted. "That human Christmas out there, they eat so much. All that roasting meat. Cakes and red wine. Hot, fat, blood, food. Pots, plates of meat and flesh and grease and juice, and baking, burnt, sticky hot skin, hot, it's so hot!"

"Stop it!" The Doctor snapped, but The Master ignored him and carried on. "Sliced, sliced, sliced, it's mine, it's mine, it's mine to eat and eat and eat...!" "Stop it!" The Doctor said, louder now. "And feast, and eat and eat and eat and eat...!" The Master trailed off, his quick speech blubbered to an end as he curled up into a ball, both arms covering his lowered head in shame.

"What if I ask you for help?"

The Master's head shot up, instantly seeing the figure of Kayla, whom was standing a little way off from The Doctor and him. He was speechless for a few seconds before changing his demeanor. "There's more at work tonight than you and The Doctor." She said simply, sitting down beside The Doctor, emotionless.

"Oh yeah?" The Master rose an eyebrow as she looked at him stonily. "I've been told something is returning." Kayla said as The Master rolled his eyes. "And here I am!" He groaned as The Doctor looked between the two in question. "No, it was something more." The Doctor spoke out as The Master flinched and rubbed his head.

"But it hurts." He groaned out in pain as The Doctor continued, "I was told the end of time..." "It hurts! The noise... in my head!" The Master cut him off roughly as Kayla leaned forward, intriged. The Master leaned forward so that he was only a foot between Kayla and The Doctor. "One two three four, one two three four, stronger than ever before." He exasperating as Kayla looked to him in confusion.

One thought swam around her head at that precise moment. Is he like me? "Can't you hear it?" The Master pleaded as Kayla breaths in shakily. "I'm sorry." The Doctor mumbles at the exact time Kayla said, "Yes."

The two Time-Lords look to her in shock. Biting her lip, she nervously grips her jacket. "You... Hear it to?" The Master barely whispered as she nodded lightly. "Ever since I arrived back in Harold Saxon times. The drumbeat always followed me... But I did not know it was the same." She says slowly, looking to The Master.

"Doctor, if Kayla can hear it then you can, right?" The Master quickly said to him as he frowned deeply. "It's just in your..." He trailed off, looking to Kayla in confusion. Could she be lying? Is she simply taking pity on him?

...Or does she hear it to?

"I told you- I can't hear anything." The Doctor said honestly but The Master was taking none of that. "Kayla can hear it, Kayla-" The Master paused, looking to her. "Can hear it." He finished off as The Doctor shook his head helplessly. "Listen." The Master said lowly, grabbing The Doctor's face and touching foreheads.

After a second, The Doctor shot back in shock, looking at The Master with wide scared eyes. Surprised, but scared. Wide eyed and open-mouthed The Doctor didn't say anything for a moment or two. "But that's..." He mumbled before shaking his head. "What?!" The Master questioned loudly in annoyance as The Doctor rose his head.

"I heard it."

The trio looked at each other in shock, before The Doctor jumped up and did the same to Kayla, his hands shaking. A single touch of their foreheads confirmed his fears as he whipped away and looked to The Master. "But there's no noise, there never has been, it's just you're insanity... It's the..." He trailed off, not knowing what it is.

"What is it? What's inside your head?" The Doctor questioned, having no idea whatsoever. The Master, however, was pleased as can be. He wasn't insane after all. Not only does another person have the same rhythm, but The Doctor actually heard it! Whose the crazy one now?

"It's real!" The Master was laughing in happiness, pointing to his head. "It's REAL!" He gleefully shouted, beams coming out of his hands to the ground beneath him, making him fly into the air like a jet pack.

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