His Return

Something Odd is in the Air

After finishing her cup of tea, Rose decided to step out for a bit and get some fresh air (and find out why it felt weird). With a toarch in hand, just in case it was too dark to see anyting. As she walked down the side walk, shining the light the light at her toes as her head swiveled around trying to spot out anything out of the ordinary.

" 'Ello?" She finally spoke up to the darkness, not thinking her voice was going to be as croaky as it was. But from being in bed and out in the middle of the night, it was to be expected.

"Rooseee.." Her eyes widened upon hearing her name.

"Who is it? Who is that?!" She demanded, turning around in every direction, trying to find out who or even what said her name.

"Roooossseee.."

The same eerie voice called her name. Taking in a deep breath, letting out slowly, she followed to whatever was calling her name.

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After the drumming had gotten quieter, he finally released his head from between his hands. Taking easy breaths, he paced out of the room he was in and into the bathroom so he could examine his new face closer.

Yes, he had a new face. He no longer had that blonde hair and grey eyes. No, his hair was much darker but his eyes were much lighter. Lighter than they were ever before.

Reaching his hand up to his face, tracing every line on his new face.

It was amazing, but new. No one would ever think this was him. He was definitely going to have fun with this. Letting out a sinister laugh as he raced out of the bathroom and out of the buiding.

--

The Doctor had crash landed on the beach-- Dårlig Ulv-Stranden, or Bad Wolf bay (which it translated to). Although it was nearly impossible to come here anymore because of the tears it was making in the hole of reality. But rift energy would form, creating small holes that the Doctor could "leap" though, although it would take centuries, even millenniums to form. But this time he was lucky. There was just enough energy for him to make it through.

Checking the monitors one last time before running out. Running his index finger down the screen, lips moving as he read every word under his breath. But one word stood out of them all, and this word wasn't written in Gallifreyan like all the others. It was written in english.

Bad Wolf.

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" 'Ello?" Rose called out into the distance one more, looking around anxisously. Maybe she wouldn't have been so scared if whatever was calling he name lead her into the alleyway in the middle of the night...?

"You are the 'Bad Wolf'', aren't you?" The eerie voice asked.

"What? H-how d'you know? Who or what are you? Tell me now!" Rose was demanding, getting tired of this.

"He's coming... Someone of great power will die, my Bad Wolf. Nothing at all will ever be the same." It responded.

"Nothing is the same as it was for me! How do you think I feel! I already 'died' in battle! I alerady lost my Doctor, what else is there to loose?!" Rose hadn't realised she was yelling. Her voice rose higher and higher with every word.

"He has returned. He's different. He's stronger. Be safe, my Bad Wolf, for you will be in grave danger. Don't turn back, nothing is the same now. Its already starting!" The voice was yelling too, now.

Rose was definitley more than freaked out by now. Shuffling her feet backwards, trying to get as far away from whatever was talking to her, but not trying to make it so... obvious.

She froze, feeling hands grab her from the back, pulling her into a tight, unwelcoming embrace. Her eyes widened in fear. "NO! STOP! LET- ME- GO!" She tried forcing her way out of the other person's grip, but she had no chance. Their size was proabably double her own. The more she fought, the stronger their grip became.

"Be safe, my Bad Wolf." Was the very last thing Rose remebered before a piece of fabric came out of no where, gagging her around the mouth. Something must've been in it. A chemical to make her sleep.

--

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Panting hard, ignoring the sting in his lungs. The sting he felt was something he would have to get used to again, especailly after his regeneration.

Grabbing his head again and stopping in his tracks as the pain came back all at once, throbbing more than ever. Clamping his teeth down and sucking air through his teeth as the drumming started beating louder and louder.

"Sir? E-excuse me, but are you alright?" A woman shuffled close to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Tearing his hands away from his head, he glanced up at the woman, giving her a painful smile. "Everything's sunshine and daisies, isn't it?"

The woman just rolled her eyes, but kept the calmness and annoyance out of her voice. "Course it is, but are you feeling ill? You should see a doctor."

"A doctor?! Ha! That's exactly what I need right now, a doctor!" He sneered, shoving the woman's hand away from his shoulder.

"I'm only trying to help, and if you're going to act like- like- a bastard, then I'll leave you be!" She snapped.

"You'll be sorry for calling me that! You'll be so sorry that you'll never know!" He was now standing up straighter, hands curling into tight fists. "I am the Master! And I have returned!"

The woman just looked at him as if he were insane, "You're mad! Completely and utterly mad!" With that, she turned in the other direction and ran away.

"You'll be begging me to forgive you! Just wait and see!" He snarled.

"You're insane!" She called, voice echoing in the distance.

"I am the Master, and you will worship me."

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Bad Wolf.

Bad Wolf.

Bad Wolf.

Everywhere the Doctor looked those two words were written everywhere in the TARDIS.

"This can't be happening!" The Doctor shouted to himself, tugging at his own hair. 

"First things first, though... How will I get to her? Certainley cannot take the TARDIS, no, already angry she's here. Maybe... Just maybe... I'll give my motorbike another ride out?" He decided, already running into one of the many rooms of the TARDIS, the back of his purple tweed flapping behind him as he ran.