Who: The Master What: Reacting to the little adventure Zach sent them on. Two more innocent bystanders get eaten. Cuz the Master is HUNGRY. AND pissy. When: Tonight after sunset Where: Park on the outskirts of town Warnings: PG-13 for eating people and general craziness Status: Narrative, complete
ATTN: All those involved with the ongoing investigation of the mysteriously devoured people, this one is coming to you next! I want to apologize, the Master refused to give anyone much of a break from the craziness. :P
For a few blissful days, he had been free of the drums. For the first time in his life, he had been able to be free of the infernal sound. The rhythm of four was once more incessant and persistent. And the hunger. It was stronger than ever. Perhaps that was a side effect from the past couple weeks. The Master had been left weakened, his life force nearly depleted, causing him to shift back and forth between his blue skeleton form and his fleshy form without control. He needed sustenance and he needed it now.
He was on the outskirts of town, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, concealing him from view. It wasn't long before he spotted his prey. Two frisky teenagers apparently trying to find some secret meeting place. Well, that would be the last thing they would ever try to do. The Master glanced around the area to make sure no one else was around. And if someone happened to come along in the middle of his feeding, he'd make them dessert. His foot purposely came down on a twig, snapping it in two and alerting the teens that they were not as alone as they thought they were.
"Who's there?" The male asked, looking around almost like a deer caught in headlights.
"No one specific. Just little old me," the Master replied in a calm, almost sing-songy tone. "Don't mind me. Carry on. I'm just looking for some food." It was a false reassurance, his eyes watching the couple as he came to a stop several feet away from them.
"There's no food here." The girl this time, obviously trying to get the Master to go away as quickly as possible.
"Ah, now that's where you're wrong, my dear," he replied as a smile curved his lips. "I can smell it." He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "Mmm yes, so much meat and fat and sinew just waiting to be devoured. Can't you smell it?"
"I can't smell anything, you weirdo. Why don't you just go on your way and find this food?" The girl said, obviously annoyed by now. The Master looked at her. Oh she had to go. After all, the annoying, stupid ones always died first, didn't they? He pushed his hood down, bearing his head and he smirked at her.
"But I don't need to go anywhere. Dinner. Is served!" He let out an evil laugh as he blasted energy bolts into the ground, eminating from his hands, and propelled himself into the air, flying towards the now shocked and fearful couple. As he flew towards them, he reverted to his skeleton state and landed on them, devouring them both without so much as a second thought about it. When he was done, all that remained were their bare skeletons, still dressed and completely in tact and standing up right in a defensive position.
The Master let out another laugh before jumping around in a circle. "One two three four. One two three four! ONE TWO THREE FOUR!!!!" Despite his new energy boost, his mind was still in ruins. The drums seemed so much louder now than they had been just before he'd been turned into a janitor. Like a madman, the Master disappeared into the night, heading for another place to hide out in. He ran to a dark sewer drain and crouched down, grabbing his head as he rocked back and forth.
"Onetowthreefouronetwothreefour." He repeated over and over again in a mantra and tapped and smacked his head in time with the drums. He was losing grip on himself, once again his fall from what he used to be becoming more apparent than ever. As much as he hated to think about it, Romana's words to him about offering him help echoed through his mind. He needed the help, as much as he hated to admit it. He was still unsure of what the Doctor would do. This was an incarnation of the Doctor he did not know. He wondered what the Doctor would do about him this time, if he and Romana would discuss it at all. Either way, he sure as Hell wasn't going to die. Not now, not ever.
"Neverdie. Neverdieneverdieneverdie. NEVER DIE!!!!"