Waiting On A Rival

Chapter 3

The Master installed a radio in my room. I don't know when, but when I mentioned I would like one, there it was. Like it was always there.

I kept writing. I didn't know what I was writing. I don't know how it got to that, but I started writing nonsense.

9

10

11

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The Time Lords died

The Daleks fell

I shook my head and rubbed my forehead. Maybe music will clear my mind. I turned the knob for volume.

Turns out, the music only fueled my writing. I was writing like a deranged person. It got me thinking. Time moved quicker when the Master was there, but it seemed like time stopped when he wasn't.

My bed was surrounded with crumpled papers. My bottom lip trembled as I cautiously opened one. 'This isn't real' scribbled over the paper, overlapping each other. I took a shuddering breath in.

This isn't real.

This isn't real.

This isn't real.

The pain struck my head unsuspectedly. It felt as though a supernova was occurring in my head. The radio switched channels quickly as the lights flickered with access energy. My heart was beating loudly, almost enough for two hearts.

I caught pieces of the radio stations.

"Fantastic weather-" I gasped and the channel changed. The man spoke French only and the only word I caught was "Allons-y!" It switched rapidly to a song.

Say Geronimo! Say Geronimo!

The papers from when I first remember coming here still laid on the floor. I snatched it up and read the words again. TARDIS, Amelia, Martha, Rose, Bad Wolf, Lady of the Stars, Doctor, and Rory.

I looked at it until my eyes crossed. They refused to look at it directly. Forcefully, I took a deep breath and stared intensively at the page until letters began to stick out. When I looked at it again, it was; Tardis, amelIa, Martha, rosE, bad woLf, lAdy of the stars, Doctor, rorY.

TIMELADY.

Before I thought my head could get any worse, a blinding white light filled the room and a tingling sensation started.

Memories flashed before my eyes. A burning planet, strange metal creatures, and most importantly, three faces of the same man. The same Doctor.

Where I thought I knew I wouldn't open my eyes, my eyes opened.

The room spun before someone steadied me. Instinctively, I pushed him away. "Master," I sneered, "Where is he?"

"Well, well, well, Celeste, quite impressive." He smirked devilishly. I took in my surroundings. We were on some air ship above London. Little metal balls hovered around it. "What are those things?"

"Toclafane," the Master answered certainly.

"Those are a myth. They don't exist." Suddenly, I was aware of the elderly man on the floor, wearing the Doctor's suit. "What did you do?" I demanded. Falling to the ground, I lifted the Doctor's head gently. His eyes brightened.

"Soon, you won't care," he approached. I looked at him weirdly before feeling something in my stomach drop. My eyes widened. "What did you do to me?"

The Master waltzed around his desk and dragged his fingers. "When stars burn, they create a new star from the dust," he sighed, "I simply molded this one in my...preference."

Something washed over me. I crumpled to the ground. "Master, whatever it is you're thinking, whatever twisted idea you have," I groaned, "It won't work." My face configured and twisted. Something snapped and I sat up.

"Celeste?" the man asked tentatively.

"Yes?" I replied, smirking. "Where is he? The man who burned my home."