The Changing Man (Doctor Who Fan Story)

Chapter 6

The Master stared at his half naked body in the full length mirror, all the blood stains from his previous 'failed' victims had disappeared. Droplets of ice cold water rolled down his body, feeling refreshed he git the white cotton towels and dried himself, as he did this, he thought of the previous events, remembering the time when he turned feral and lost control over his actions and then waking up to find his enemy's daughter in his arms. He expected a wave of disgust to envelope him but no such feeling came, this annoyed him slightly, she is the Doctors daughter, his enemy, why can't he feel the slightest bit of hate towards her? He thought about it, and came to no clear conclusion. He threw his towel into the wicker basket next to the shower capsule angrily. Muttering to himself, he entered the bedroom which was similar to his previous one, the one he couldn't remember destroying. The double bed was large, it was covered with a deep blue throw and puffy white covers and pillows, almost like a cloud against the light blue painted walls. The floor was a darker shade of blue and was soft against his feet as he marched confidently over to the wooden clothes cupboard. Quickly, he grabbed his skinny black jeans and a dark button shirt to show his mood. Looking over towards the corner of the room, he noticed a deep red electric guitar next to the white live seat, he had never seen this guitar before and had no interest towards it.

"I'll be getting rid of you the first chance i get" whispered The Master as though the guitar was a living thing.

He then pulled on his jeans with ease and buttoned up his shirt, from across the room he saw his pair of black canvas shoes with white shoelaces next to the plasma tv which had piles and piles of DVD's in the cabinet beneath it. Grabbing the canvas shoes, he slipped into them and walked to the small kitchenette which was next to the metal door that lead to the tasteless corridors. He was about to open the fridge when he felt another mind brush against his consciousness, a mind that he should suppress and suffocate, that he should hate but surprisingly he didn't. It was Ashly. It seems the mental connection between them was being formed, he could see her dreams, full of bright, vibrant colours, happy memories, but then something changed. She was still unconscious but she could hear Einstern's words, words that struck fear into her hearts.

"...Let the needles unlock the wonders she holds"

A sharp wave of pure animal instinct crashed over him, threatening to drown his mind and body. He clenched his teeth as he tried to regain control over his body, to restrain the instinct to go and protect her, but it didn't loosen its hold over his body and he felt like he was falling in an abyss. Why should he go and save her? She was nothing to him, just the enemy, a tool to regain his mind back from the feral side. NOTHING! And yet, a strong voice from deep within him retorted back,

"You need her and she needs you. Now."

And that was it, the fight within himself was over and the unknown voice won. He found himself crashing out of his room and racing into the tasteless corridors with Ashly in his every thoughts.