Innocent
Martha's POV
We just brought the sphere in, Tom and I standing aside as Mrs Docerty got to work on trying to crack open the case. Hah. Trying to crack the case. "Some sort of magnetic clamp. Hold on, I just trip the.." She says, as I'm beginning to wonder is she's really talking to us or herself. I guess it can be both.
A click and Mrs Docerty threw her head set off, holding the top of the sphere. Taking one quarter off, we couldn't see much. "Oh my god!" I heard Mrs Docerty exclaim to herself, taking off the other layers. Tom and I immediatly gather 'round and gasp at the sight.
There laid what looks to be a human head, a sort of mask on it's face and it's eyes closed. Wires came out of it's skin and jumble up at places. It had wrinkles, many, many wrinkles making it seem like an old man. We stared at it, and even edged closer slightly to see it better. Big mistake.
Blue lights flew on and two eyes opened and stared up at us, sounds of multiple swords being unsheathed rang in the air as we backed off immediately, jumping and shouting in suprise. "It's alive!" Mrs Docerty gasped out as I stare at the thing in shock. What is it?
"Martha. Martha Jones." It's robotic voice called out as I looked at it in wonder. However does it know mt name? Now that's just weird.
"Knows you." Tom looks to me in surprise. "Sweet kind Martha Jones. You helped us to fly." It said as I tried to think of what it could be. "What do you mean?" I stressed. "You brought us to salvation." It replied, looking all ardour with its cloudy, grey eyes.
"The skies are made of diamonds." It's voice echoed out.
"No." I gasp, taking a step back in shock. "You can't be him." I say, remembering our last adventure with The Doctor, where we met people at the very end of the universe. A little boy appeared in my mind, his voice echoing in my mind.
'The skies are made of diamonds.'
They had boarded a vessel to go to Utopia... So why are they here? And like this?
"We share each other's memories. You sent him to Utopia." It said as my eyes watered slightly. "Oh my god." I mutter. "What is talking about what does it mean?" Tom questioned. "What are they?" Mrs Docerty added as I tried to grasp onto a rail.
"Martha." Tom tried asking. "What are they?"
I look to him with wide eyes, "They're us. They're humans." I say, looking to it again. "They're the human race in the future." I whisper as it blinked at me.
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I went to Utopia." The Time-Lord says, glancing to The Doctor in the cage. "A Time Lord, going to see the stars. You'd know all about that." He chuckled, before stopping abruptly.
"Trillions of years into the future. To the end of the universe. I saw dying, Doctor. Everything was dying. All of creation, ripping apart. And it's all your fault." The Master says, looking to The Doctor in the cage with a small smirk on his face.
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"I sort of worked it out." I said, thinking hard about it. "With the paradox machine, The Doctor said on the day The Master came here- 'When he was stealing the TARDIS the only thing I could do was fuse the coordinates. I
locked them permanently.
He can only travel between the year 100 trillion and the last place the TARDIS travelled. Which is right here right now.' The Master has the TARDIS, this time machine. But the only other place he could go was the end of the universe so...
He found Utopia."
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"You should of seen it Doctor." The Master whispered, remembering.
"Furnaces, burning." He continues, pausing slightly. "The last of humanity. Screaming at the dark."
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"The Utopia project was the last hope." I say, looking to the ground in sadness. "Trying to find a way to escape everything." I look to Tom and Mrs Docerty, before hearing the robotic voice.
"There was no solution. No diamonds." It spat. "Just the dark and the cold."
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"All that human invention that had sustained them across the eons. It all turned inward, it cannibalised themselves." The Master says as a sphere hovered beside him.
"We made ourselves so pretty." It says proudly before The Master spoke again. "Regretting into children. But it didn't work. The universe was collapsing all around them."
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"Then The Master came, with his wonderful time machine. To bring us back home." It said. "But that's a paradox." Mrs Docerty intervenes. "If you're from the future of the human race and you come back to earth and kill your ancestors you should... Cancel yourselves out."
"You shouldn't exist."
"And that's the paradox machine." I sigh.
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"My masterpiece, Doctor." The Master grinned at him. "A living TARDIS. Strong enough to hold the paradox in place, allowing the past and the future to collide in infinite majesty."
"But you're changing history." The Doctor gruffly spoke out, standing up in his cage. "Not just earth, the entire universe." He continued as The Master calmly watched him. "I'm a Time-Lord. I have that right."
"But even then, why come all this way just to destroy?" The Doctor questioned at the Toclafane stepped in. "Come backwards in time, to build an empire lasting 100 trillion years." It said. "With me as their master." The Master says smirking.
"Time-Lords and humans combined, haven't you always dreamt of that, Doctor?"
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"What about us?" Tom asks, looking at it directly.
"We're the same species. Why do you kill so many of us?" He stressed as its eyes suddenly widened. "Because it's fun!" It replied happily, laughing a dark creepy laugh.
Tom whipped out his gun and shot the creature.
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The Master stood up and walked to the cage occupying The Doctor. "Human race, greatest monsters of them all." He muttered, leaning his head near the cage. He suddenly stood back and walked past a way off before stopping and looking back at the 900 year-old alien.
"Goodnight then." He smiled softly, almost painfully, unknowingly holding a hand to his heart, before walking out of the room. Alone.
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Happy Mondays! Woo!
Sorry if this chapter is confusing, I switched views a lot in it.
Picture is the inside a Toclafane.
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