Mad

Chapter Six

Kayla's POV~*

I stared up in shock after The Master, frozen for a couple of seconds. The Doctor was stumbling away, which snapped me back into reality and run as well after him. I heard the crazied laugh of The Master as we began to pick up speed. I skidded to a halt, where The Doctor suddenly stopped and looked to a medium-sized hill in front of us. The Master was perched on top.

"All these years, you thought I was mad." He began, staring staight at The Doctor. The Master took a quick glance at me and smirked lightly, making a pose with his arm in the air. "King of the wasteland!" He paused before looking to The Doctor again. "But something is calling me, Doctor, and I'll bet it's after precious Kayla to! What is it?" The Master shouted loudly.

I sniffed from the cold air, before snapping my head upwards to the sky. Bang. A light had suddenly flashed down atop The Master's body, the light coming from a helicopter. My eyes widened in surprise, for I did not send them. Then something clicked. Perhaps the government? I remember they were pretty jealous of 'Harold Saxon'. I'm sure news go by really fast, maybe the government knew who he really was?

As much as he deserves all punishments given, I just can't let anybody do it. There was another bang, and two more lights burst down from the aircraft. One shone on me, the other on The Doctor. I acted fast, gingerly swiping my hand to my back pocket and taking out a pistol. Holding it expertly, I point to the left of the aircraft and let out a single shot, warning them.

The Doctor jumped at the sound and snapped to look at me in shock. "Why do you have a gun?!" He exclaimed loudly as The Master flew back his head and waved his arms out, obviously enjoying the bright light. "You never did ask about what I got up to when I said I was taking lessons." I simply say, grinning at him before looking over and hastily tripping over myself in my mad rush.

There were two big guys dressed in all black. Two ropes had been swung from the helicopter to the ground, indicating where they had dropped down from. "No!" I screeched as one of the men stabbed a syringe into The Master's neck. I began running madly towards him, only for a shower of bullets to be scattered near my feet, making me halt suddenly.

I looked to The Doctor crazily, who had also tried to go after The Master but was getting shot at. I shook my head and grinned wildly at the many men that began to run in our direction. "Not today! Not again!" I hollered, beginning to jump up the small hill of waste desperately. They began to shoot again, and got closer and closer to hitting each time, but I did not care.

The two men had begun to lift the now drugged Master by getting hoisted up with the two ropes by the time I had reached the top of the hill. "Let him go!" The Doctor shouted out before I heard a thud and saw him knocked out beside me. "Oh my god..." I whisper before whipping around and seeing an all black, tall, muscular man. "Night night." His low, scratchy voice laughed before the night became even darker.

3rd Person~* (I seem to be doing this more often, do you like it? Or should I just stick to first person views?)

It was finally christmas at the Noble's household, Slade's 'Merry Christmas Everybody' was playing around the house, lifting everyones spirits. Wilfred was currently in the kitchen, a dark blue robe- which had been quickly fitted on- covering his blue pyjamas. He had a wrapped present in his hand, which was suspiciously shaped like a book.

Upon gently tearing off the paper, Wilfred was not surprised to have seen a book. But what it was had confused him the most. It read 'Joshua Naismith, Fighting The Future' on the front. He turned it over, examining the blurb of it before being interrupted as his granddaughter entered. "Now then, steady on, never too early for margaritas, that's what I say." Donna said, lifting two orange-filled margarita glass.