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The Master had never been one to acknowledge or accept death on his own behalf. He felt he was too exceptional for it. As if the universe owed him for having branded his mind with that loathsome racket. The Rhythm of Four. If anything was going to crash and burn it was not going to be him. No, not ever.



Listen!
the drums of war


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Listen!
the silence screams


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This is the end


my beloved friend


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Characters: The Master
Verses: Doctor Who
Playbys: John Simm
Length: Multi Para, Novella
Genre: Action, Comedy, Heroes/Villains, Open, Science Fiction, Suspense,
Member Since:July 12, 2017




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the master


Two almighty civilizations burning.
Oh, tell me, how did that feel?
You must have been like god.


Every minute. Every second.
Can't you hear it? The drums are getting closer.
Every beat of my hearts.


the boy who cried drums


One. Two. Three. Four.

One. Two. Three. Four.

ONE. TWO. THREE --

"No, no. No!"

The disciplinary voice scolded. "See? You did it again. It's: ONE. Two. THREE. Four. Not: one-two-three-four. How many times do we have to go over this, Koschei?"

A frown nestled its way upon the young, innocent features of the blonde headed boy as he gazed upon his mother. A look of stress was worn visibly behind her pale blue eyes. It caused Koschei to swallow tensely. It had been a half hour -- or had it been longer? At this point, it didn't matter. He had grown so frustrated with trying to keep tempo that he'd rather give up all twelve of his regenerations than to put up with much more of this. How hard was it to keep beat? Very, when your mind already had a specific one on a perpetual loop.

"I'm sorry." He grumbled. He bowed his head, but his mother's fingers pushed his chin up promptly.

"Mind your tone, young one." She chided, softly.

He swallowed the urge to grouse and instead managed an acceptable response. "Yes, ma'am."

Her sharp eyes shifted between his for a moment before she resumed their lesson. She took up his tiny hands again and placed them in their appropriate position. Koschei forced a breath as he slumped forward in front of her.

"Posture, posture!"

He pushed his shoulders back immediately while the firm push of his mother's hand straightened his spine. His features twisted with subtle displeasure and his posture grew slightly stiff as he peered up at her. She readjusted his hand and then gave his fingers a firm squeeze. "Remember: be limber!" She encouraged with a stern gaze. Koschei sighed before he begrudgingly forced the tension aside. This elicited a smile from his dearest mother. "Andd," her chest rose with a soft intake, "ONE, two. THREE, four."

In a swift motion, her graceful steps began to lead them in a dance similar to that of Earth's waltz. Within the low gravity field, it felt more like flying than dancing. Step, step. Hop, twirl. Nearly weightless, the pair of them glided with delicate ease around the room. Every step of this ancient Gallifreyan Waltz performed with sheer perfection by his mother, but he could tell by the tightness in her expression that he still struggled to keep rhythm.

ONE, two. Twirl and lift.
{ one-two-three-four }

Koschei's grip tightened.

THREE, four. Sashay and flip.
{ one-two-three-four }

He faltered. His body went rigid again and he panicked. Delayed. He was always delayed or ahead by three measures, at least. And he had completely botched the upside-down reversal flip. In an attempt to regain synchronization, Koschei jumped ahead two steps, jolting his unsuspecting mother into a poorly executed spiral. A tiny yelp slipped from her lips and both of her arms abandoned their posts to clutch around him. With precision, she twisted and twirled, setting them upright once more as as she gained control of the situation. They fluttered towards the floor and as their feet settled upon the ground, Koschei avoided his mother's face. He didn't need to look, he could feel the burn from her gaze.

"I don't know why you're so keen to not follow instructions, but you're beginning to try my patience, Koschei!" She stated through tight lips. It must have upset her that he refused to make eye contact because she shook him by the shoulders. "Look at me. You had better start taking this seriously. The ceremony is only a week away!"

"I am!" Koschei pleaded. What more could he do to prove that he had been trying, did she not see that his struggle was genuine?

"You certainly don't act like it." She countered, sharply.

"It's hard, mother." He whimpered.
{One-two-three-four.}

He shook his head and touched a hand to his temple. If only he could ignore that boisterous racket. He gripped a handful of his hair and felt his mother's hands retract at his sudden dismay. He squeezed his eyes shut. "It won't stop. It never stops!"

Horrified, his mother drew back from him. "Not this again!" She spoke unevenly. It frightened her whenever he made mention of the noise he claimed to exist in his head.

{One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four.}
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" Koschei cried. His wide eyes snapped upon her with a look of pure desperation. She didn't answer, all she did was gape at him. The drumbeat rose with his rising emotions. "I can't dance. I can't keep tempo. I can't count measures. It's too distracting!" He shouted and then reached up to grab two handfuls of his hair.

"Stop that..! Stop that, now!" She hissed. She grabbed ahold of his wrists and pried his hands away. The watermarks that glistened against his lower eyelids tugged at her maternal instinct and caused a tiny chip in her expression.

Despite the fact that she could come off rather strongly at times, Koschei knew that his best interest was at heart. His mother was a passionate woman - and most often that passion governed her actions. Right now, her actions were fueled by anxiety. This anxiety had started after Koschei returned from his initiation ceremony at the academy. The day he was taken to gaze into the Untempered Schism; a hole in the fabric of reality. That was when something had changed with him.

Koschei had claimed to have a headache, which was nothing unusual. However, a headache that 'drummed' was a little peculiar.

"Your head is drumming? Do you mean you've a headache?"
"No, mother. I know what a headache is. This is different. It's a noise -- like a drumbeat. From the center of my mind. Do you not hear it?"

That had unsettled her some. Koschei would never forget the stupefied look that glossed upon her features. Until that moment, it had never occurred to him that nobody else heard it. Every Time Lord had looked into the Untempered Schism at the age of eight. He had assumed the noise was something that all Time Lords shared in experience. Now, however, he realized that wasn't so.

"Keep this quiet, Koschei. Don't tell your father."

She wanted him to keep it quiet, like it was something bad. As if what he said had been wrong -- No, it was more than that. What he said meant that he was wrong; like a defective piece from his father's TARDIS. He was flawed -- broken.

Several days later, the 'headache' never went away, nor did it get any worse. According to Koschei, it never changed. But, it was clear that this 'drumming' was beginning to bother him, quite a lot.

During his study hours, he often gripped at his forehead, rubbed his temples or pinched the bridge of his nose -- all of which were done for long periods at a time, which was unusual for him. The boy was a natural born genius. He picked up things with balletic ease. It was rare to see him stagger with his academic assignments, let alone read the same material more than once. Now it took him twice as many hours to complete his assignments and he was reading the same sentences multiple times. He simply couldn't focus.

As the days progressed into weeks, his mother was startled to hear him scream one day. Terrified that he had injured himself, she rushed to the laboratory. Much to her surprise - and shock - she found him with his hands clamped over his ears and both eyes squeezed shut. He didn't appear to be harmed in any sort of way, but for whatever reason, he screamed. It had taken her several minutes before she could snap him out of it. She never said a word about it, but Koschei could tell that it had disturbed her. Apart from that, the only additional thing she had noticed were the times he appeared to drift to faraway places behind a wide and vacuous gaze. And much like the incident in the laboratory, it was equally difficult to snap him out of these trance-like states. His mother couldn't comprehend the strange phenomena of the mysterious drumming. She didn't know if she believed it to be real, but one thing was for certain: Koschei's suffering was.

The tears of frustration and torment that welled in his eyes now were a solid reminder of that. He could see it behind her eyes that she wanted to tend to her troubled child, but the compassionate part of her was stuck in a fierce game of tug-of-war against her practical side. How many hours had been wasted to dwell on this drumming? How many academic assignments had been neglected, how many lessons interrupted, how many projects unfinished? What sort of a future could he hope to have if he continued to allow this nonsense to control his life? These were things his mother wondered often, and precisely why she appeared so callous at his current dilemma. No matter how much she empathized or tried to understand, nothing changed. It didn't matter how much she held him, wiped his tears or attempted to soothe his trouble away, her efforts were null. It was inevitable that they would always come right back to this very moment; putting everything else on hold for something that was plausibly fictitious.

There was a blip on her expression. A tiny window exposed the inner turmoil, but it dissipated just as quickly as it had surfaced. The conflict in her mind was resolved and as a result her features grew firm. "This has to stop."

Those four little words caused a sudden sinking in his stomach.
Funny how the number four always seemed to crop up with negative connotations.

Koschei had been plucked from the vines of the universe, chucked into the fermentation of destiny and left to marinate in the music of the drumbeat. It had disoriented him. It also made it difficult for him to participate in activities that other children engaged in, which made him feel alienated. But, at least he had had the love and care of his mother. Sure, she hadn't been a victim to the calling of the drums like him, but she had always listened and tolerated his strange antics. Her constant compassion provided him with comfort and had proven to be the only thing, so far, that kept him from losing his sanity altogether.

The look of detachment that she wore on her face now brought a sense of dread that threatened to take that security blanket away from him.
{One-two-three-four.}

"No more excuses. It's time to take responsibilit--"

"--It's not an excuse!" Koschei exasperated, unable to mask the betrayal he felt.

{One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four.}

Her voice grew strident. "Don't you dare talk back to me like that."

{One-two-three-four. One-two-three-four.}
"Mother..." He shrank beneath her, his brain incapable - or perhaps unwilling - to accept her sudden disavowal. The wells behind his eyes blurred his vision. "But...it's real..." The words trembled between his lips. {one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four}. The hurt that he felt burned on the inside, until the pain turned to anger and the beat of the drums grew unbearable. {ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR. ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR!}

"They're real..! THEY'RE REAL!" He screamed, desperate to be heard over the violent thrumming.

She jerked him by the elbow. "I said no more! Enough is enough!! I will have no more of this--this nonsense! Not one word! Do you hear me?!"

His cheeks burned from the tears that trekked down his face. Her words cut straight through him. A distinct line had been drawn between them, and now - like two strangers on a desert island - they stood divided. She had never believed him, she had merely pacified him.

As she ripped her hand away to leave him alone and standing there, Koschei couldn't help but wonder if anyone would ever believe him or would he forever be the boy who cried drums?


the present
We were gonna see the universe together


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the drums of war


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Run, love, I'm the truth that you're afraid of


MASTER { minds }
The Lady Version


Master "It's quite simple, really. Master, evil. Doctor, enemy. Just how long has the Doctor influenced you? More importantly, why - with all that we stand for - would you allow it? Perhaps time with me would remind you why we chose our title as 'Master'. Forget that old, witttering idiot. Come away with me, as my Queen. I'll rekindle the flame in your hearts. And we can watch worlds burn!"

Missy "Well, if I were to answer all that I would just be spoiling all of the highlights to your future, now wouldn't I? And unfortunately many of those answers aren't going to be ones that you like. I do believe that this is something that we have always been coming to, and it's the Doctor's fault. It's always been his fault, because of his guilt for what he did to us. But, we are the master of our own fate, are we not? Just how far are you willing to go to save your own future?"

Master "...You make a fair point. No matter how irritating it might be, I can't argue with that. When isn't it the Doctor's fault? I'd pay good money to see him choke on all of that guilt until it killed him. As far as my future...Well, Missy, that depends on your definition of 'save'. You see, I'm beginning to think that you and I have two very different perspectives. And if I've anything to say: the Universe must really underestimate me."

Missy "When have we not been underestimated? Especially thanks to the Doctor. But, I believe it was your stubbornness that created this perspective. Just remember that."


Just a martyr on a bridge that's burning down



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Chase

Heartless Devil.

Colleen Lassiter *single*

Ricky.

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Autumn

Lalisa

tester.

Jessica.

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Tʜᴇ Bɪᴛᴄʜ

Jul 22nd 2017 - 8:05 AM


"Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact."
― Lemony Snicket,

The study of life and death is a fascinating topic. What makes it so great is that it's everywhere. It can be depicted from every possible angle and it will always be different in some form or fashion. How was life first started? How was the universe born? Not the planets, but the black void that encompasses it all? Where did it come from? Where did that first piece of dust come from that began the first planet or the first sun? Where did it all come from? God? Allah? Gaea?

There is the side of it that is literal - life. The conception of a creature, how it is formed. There is the question of, where is the energy drawn from when the life is made? Does a part of the mother die when the small life growing within her is large enough to have a brain that begins shooting pulses through the neurons? Does the baby take that energy from her? Is it the energy from a previous life being drawn in? And what happens to that energy when that life dies? It is said that energy cannot be broken, it doesn't just vanish or become nonexistent simply because something dies, that's just a conceited thought. The worlds keeps on moving, one little death isn't going to change that.

Every religion, every species of creatures with a high enough functioning brain have their theories on how everything started. The Ancient Egyptians think it was as simply as one of the gods stroking his schlong for and when he went pop, all the little sperm cells fell down and up popped the human race. The Blitharians thought that their species came from a lonely god who split himself in half to create males and females and thus, their species was born. Of course, they are all wrong. How anyone could believe half of these stories is simply ridiculous. Anyone with half a mind would find themselves questioning, 'Hey now, how did that actually work?' Yet, one thing that many species have in common is their ability to believe blindly. They are told therefore it is. They will die for their beliefs because only they and those who share the belief as well are right. They are so wrapped up in the concept of their own silly little life span that they are incapable of looking into the past and are frightened of what may lie in their future.

They cannot see that the sun is not influenced by their songs nor their offerings. They can't see the weather patterns act on their own accord. Perhaps a prayer is said for a bit of rain and suddenly it happens? That's a sign, right? The gods have listened. Perhaps someone doesn't die, the gods have blessed that person. It has nothing to do with the antibodies nor the medicines that have been used on the person, the gods have just smiled down upon them. With all of this in mind, it makes it quite easy to disrupt the flow of the minds of the faithful.

So, life and death... Then comes the belief of the after life, yes? There is something after death. We don't close are eyes and suddenly be whisked off to paradise. The promised land. Heaven.

Yet, with how we are talking so far we lead to the conclusion that all species with beliefs about religion are idiots and there is nothing after death because that's simply stupid, yes? There's no superior beings that dictate the ebb and flow the universe, right? You die and you just die.

Wrong.

There is a superior being that collects and harvests souls once they are free from their mortal bonds. This being leads these poor lost souls to the afterlife where they can live in the true Garden of Eden. They live forever in a perfected state, no longer torn from the woes of the living, they are free.. they are safe. Some people may call this being a saint, a savior...

Others call her Missy.

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The Nethersphere.
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So, let's take a moment to talk about something scientific. So there is this thing out there in the scienecy world called EMF or electromagnetic fields... or waves... or spectrum.... Specifically on Earth. They all mean the same thing and they are all quite interesting. So, what is it? Well, that's simple. It's everything. It is the pulse that allows you to move your hand, it's the power that allows your fridge to run. It is what causes a compass to point north and how birds navigate their migrations. There are two different kinds... sort of, there's natural one and then the man made... but the man made is really just a manipulated form nature where man tried to play God. Simple examples of man made EMF? Radio waves, wifi, etc, etc.

One of the things that make EMF so interesting is the part where it's everywhere. It's absolutely everywhere.... and it cannot be seen with the naked eye. Of course some spiffy little scientist somewhere came up with some camera or glasses at some point in time where they claimed they could now see it... But, who cares? The point is, they exist. Even though they can't be seen they are very real.

Now, there are these silly little people that like to run around at night with special equipment. Sometimes they are breaking and entering, sometimes they are actually sought out and asked to come to people's houses or building to investigate them and find so called... ghosts. These people have an array of names for themselves, as stupid as ghost hunters and the name that says they are trying to be professional is paranormal researchers. Why do they matter?๏ฟฝ Simple. According to them, spirits.. or ghosts, or whatever you want to call them, ghosts are made out of EMF. The belief is, when whoever died, their body died but their spirit remained on, attached to something in our world that keeps them here. With all this fancy equipment they use, they believe that they can capture proof that these ghosts do exist. They are obsessed with trying to communicate with the dead.

And in some ways they aren't wrong in what they believe. Humans are composed of EMF so it's rational that they would be in death. There's the belief that an action repeated can cause a loop effect haunting, known as a residual haunting. The other kind of haunting is known as an intelligent haunting and is the one that will actually interact with the k2 meters and leave little EVPs.

What does this matter, you ask? Well, I will tell you.

We've established that EMF is a thing and it allows for other things to do various things depending on what the thing need do. So. If we believe that souls are just a complex blob of EMF, then we believe they can stay together when there is no big container holding them together. So, if that is the case then.... we can harvest souls.

And that's what the Nethersphere is.

It's not Heaven, it's not Hell. It's a complex little devise made to suck up EMF and allow it to pretend it's still functioning with a body. To humans who are brought here, it is their equivalent of heaven. It's a trap, it's a trick and it's so very clever. When they open their eyes they are greeted with a big, bright light... but when their eyes focus they realize it wasn't anything holy, it was merely a like waking up with the light on. It stings a bit and then the eyes adjust. Typically they are men with a dorky man in a suit who will go through the whole, 'Hi, you're dead.. welcome to the afterlife." talk and then they are sent off down a big white hall and they find that Heaven isn't quite what they expected.. yet it does have some nice parts to it. Pools, parks, nice library..

But some people when they die, they get to meet God. Ironically, they find out that God is a woman who looks a bit like Mary Poppins, except she's a bit more regal looking in nature and has a Scottish accent. Strange.

"Jim Moriarty, tsk, tsk, tsk.."

The room was not that big, cold room that most people got to see when entering Heaven. No, this one was a bit more specialized. It was actually a rather warm room that was filled with plants of various size and color. They weren't real, of course.. plants having souls, ha! ....Or were they?

"You know we don't like suicides here in Heaven. Naughty, naughty."

The Mistress, in her usual purple garb, stepped around the side of one of the plants, plucking off a dying stem. She hadn't looked up at the man who had just arrived in her humble... room, but she knew about him all too well. Her words to him were a bit spaced out, allowing him to comprehend where he was and what was going on. Surely he was going to have questions, but she wasn't all that concerned about them. They were often the typical stammering of the scared. Boring.

Finally, those icy blue eyes turned to his direction. Her entire aura screamed bad, yet there was a softer look on her face. At least to the ones who didn't know her. Truth was, it was a cynical sort of look, he might have recognized it. She opened her hand and the petals she had plucked thus far fell to the ground. The area they were in was something of a greenhouse. It was quite bright with earthy tones filling up the air. It could almost be perceived as real.

She held up a finger, "Perhaps," She took slow steps towards him, her attention now drifting as she acted as though she was thinking, "Perhaps... If you ask for forgiveness... I might let you off the hook, this one time." Her attention fell back on him as that Cheshire like grin took over her expression.


Tʜᴇ Bɪᴛᴄʜ

Jul 20th 2017 - 6:28 PM


You know the worst part about this God-forsaken planet? The smell. It was always the smell. No matter what era, no matter what place, it was always the smell of the planet that caused the stomach to churn. If it wasn't the smell of the humans themselves, then it was something in the air, often the smog or the smoke. There was never a breath of fresh air on this planet; they had ruined it. Yet it was funny,๏ฟฝ the humans at times would step out of their houses in the mid days of spring, hold their head high in the air and take in a deep drag of warm air and think how nice it was, how clean and and refresh. They had become so used to the filth that they couldn't even smell it anymore. Ugh. Today's choice of odor was a mix of several distinguished scents. The scent of smoke heavily carried in the wind, but not just of charred wood. There was a touch of rubber there as well, and... flesh?

The Time Lady, who stood in the middle of a barren street, took in a deep inhale and quickly turned on spot. Her piercing blue eyes darted over the area, surveying each and every detail of what could be seen. It was the twenty second - no, twenty first century and it looked at though she had missed one helluva party. Windows from homes, business and cars alike were battered and destroyed and their remanents lay scattered across the ground. And blood. Dried pools of blood stained the cement and gravel of various places on the streets. It didn't seem to be placed out in a massacre style where many people would had been shot down unexpectedly, it was randomly scattered with no signs of struggle or scare. Someone was shot, they fell and seemingly died there. Streaks of blood that stretched from the initial pool then suggested that each of the bodies had been moved and taken away. In her times of travel, she had heard nothing of the likes happening in London.
She hadn't been on the planet for all that long now but every street she had gone down had the same story written on it. It wasn't that her hearts were fluttered with fear or worry for the humans but she was standing in the middle of a street and had yet to be run down by a car. Her senses were tuned into the world around her and she felt no life. There was a curiosity factor here that she rightly couldn't deny. Missy was not a fan of not knowing.

The sound of her heeled boots echoed through each silent street. Her umbrella was opened and resting upon her shoulder; shielding the strong sunlight from the cloudless sky. It twirled carelessly in her fingers as she hummed a merry little tune to herself. The silence that surrounded her was deafening, there wasn't even a flap of cloth in the wind. The only thing that changed from street to street was that the smell of the fire became stronger and she could see the black smoke rising into the sky. It was her biggest lead and she followed that. Down one street and up another, the smell became sickeningly strong. With a sneer, she dug her hand into her pocket and removed a handkerchief that she placed over her nose.

Soon, she could hear the sound of the crackling flames and around a corner, her eyes beheld a horrid sight. In the middle of an intersection about ten meters away, a pile of bodies stood at least six feet high with billowing black smoke. The flames had died down by this point but there was still an ember somewhere in the heart of the pile, cooking the flesh. She smiled. Slow strides were taken towards the bodies and she murmured out to herself, "Oh, what have you all done now?"

For a moment she broke her stare from the bodies to look around. No one, she didn't see anyone around watching the scene. No faces hiding behind windows, no person or group of people leaving the scene. She turned back to the bodies. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to piece together some sort of story or explanation of what she was currently witnessing. Some of the bodies clearly had their heads removed, the rest seemed to all have some form of injury sustained to the head.๏ฟฝ The hand that covered the rag over her face slowly fell, revealing the smile that only grew as she stared at the wreckage. In an amused disbelief, she spoke out, "No..."

It was a clanging sound of something metal falling over that broke her out of her bewildered trance. Her head snapped to the side and from the inside of an opened, dark building she could see the silhouette of movement. The movement was staggered and seemingly struggled and it had seen her and now was moving in her direction. She took a step back, and positioning herself towards the door enabling herself to see clearly her visitor. It was coming. With one more twirl of her umbrella, she pulled it off of her shoulder, closed it and rested it's tip on the ground. Her body rested against it and she leaned forward with a slight sense of eagerness. "C'mon, dear." She whistled like a dog to the silhouette.

In reply to her whistle, there was a low groan. An outstretched hand was the first thing be revealed by the sunlight. The hand was shaky and also quite dingy. The arm that followed was not much better. To say that the flesh was pale was an inaccurate description, it was much more than that. It was almost a grey tone with a hue of purple bruising meshed in. And then the owner of the arm came into the light and things began to get a bit more interesting. This person was dead and yet he lived. His flesh was dried out like leather and badly decomposed in facial areas. Stains of blood caked over his mouth and clothing. There were multiple visible gun shots seen through his clothing, many that would have been fatal and yet he stood. Every step seemed to be a struggle but now that he was in the light and drawing in closer to her, he tried to pick up his pace. Missy held back her head and laughed.

"Brilliant! You all have finally done it." She picked up her umbrella and jotted forward to the person, rounding herself close enough to observe but not close enough that the creature could touch her. She leaned forward as she stepped away from his swipes taking a closer look at the fine detail of his decaying flesh. There was a hole starting to form in his cheek, she could see his yellowed teeth peeking through. Swiftly, she reached out and pinched the skin and pulled back, tearing a chunk of the skin off. The man groaned with a sense of anger, but not over the pain, it was the fact he was teased by her closeness and was unable to catch her. Missy pulled away, turning her back to the man and took a few steps away. She held the piece of skin up into the light, taking a moment to examine it. Her hearts fluttered with delight. She rubbed her fingers together with the skin inbetween, turning it to dust and watched as it blew away.

The man lured closer to her. Missy spun on a heel back to the man just as he made another attempted swipe at her. It was stopped by her umbrella as she pressed it against the man's chest, holding him back just far enough. She shined her toothy grin as she stepped forward and pushed him back. "Zombies." She narrowed her eyes, "You are gorgeous." Her tone was sincere, mainly because she was as well. This was wonderful. Oh, isn't the Doctor going to be angry. Yet, her enthusiasm was not shared by the zombie. Instead, a loud crack happened between them and her smile quickly faded as she looked down. The zombie had pushed himself so hard towards her against the umbrella that he had impaled himself and with great effort, he pushed himself forward onto it and closer to her.

A gunshot broke the moment between the two. Both her and the zombie snapped their heads to the right. The zombie lost interest in the matter first, he didn't need to look for food. It was right in front of him. He was close enough now that he placed his hands on her shoulder. It was her that had lost interest in him now. With a sneer of disgust, she turned back to him and yanked back, pulling the umbrella out of him while doing so. The force and his instability made him fall to the ground in front of her and the heel of her boot ended their moment between them. She looked back into the direction of the gun shot. Her interest was on the living, they were far more interesting now. She held up her wrist and clicked various buttons on the vortex manipulator, then one final button and she was gone.

Missy reappeared a few blocks away, a short distance behind to men who were jogging away. The moment she reappeared, her senses were hit by the unexpected. A deep, sharp inhale was taken and her eyes widened. Her head shot to the side and her eyes frantically searched for a clue, any sort of clue. She could feel him; the Doctor was here. Behind her stood the TARDIS and her hearts skipped a beat. Turning back forward, her eyes focused on the two men. She grasped onto her long dress and lurched forward into a sudden run.

"Excuse me!" She belted out to distract them. They both haulted to a sudden stop, turning back to look at who had called them. She continued to run, making her way closer to them. They had quite the confused expression on their faces, but who wouldn't? A woman dressed like she was from the Victorian era running down the street? And even better, she was clean. She faked a smile as she slowed her pace when she was close enough. "Thank you." She sputtered out and glanced over in the direction that they were just running in then back to them, "What was that that you just shot?"

The two men looked between themselves and let out a little laugh. As if she didn't know. She looked between them, still smiling and even let out a laugh to follow theirs. "Well?"

One of the men piped up with a sense of pride, "That was a runner."

"Runner?" She replied, her smile slowly fading.

"You know, one of the fresh ones that aren't falling apart yet."

"And you shot it?"

The one of the men hit the other's arm and laughed, "Clipped him by the looks of it. You can't shoot for sh*t."

Missy's expression had gone stern by this point. Her focused turned on the one now speaking. He had a wide smile on his face as he jested with his buddy but when he looked back to the woman, he winced with shock and then his expression went blank.

"Kill him."

The other man's enthusiasm was lost instantly and confusion took over. "Wha-huh?" He looked between her and then to his friend whose tranced stare saw nothing but the task at hand. Missy stepped away from them and now moved towards the building. Behind her, the bickering of the man could be heard as he tried desperately to speak sense into his friend. He tried to reason with the moment but the sound of๏ฟฝ gun shot ended that moment. Missy looked back for just a moment and called out, "And yourself!"

A second gun shot silenced it all.

She stepped into the building and let out a soft chuckle as she peered down into the whole that had swallowed the first floor of the building. "Oh, Doctor." She knelt down, taking a better look down into the hole and could just barely make out the outline of him. Her smile widened and she stood back up, looking down to her wrist once more and began to click away at the buttons, "What would you do without me?" One final click and she was gone and reappeared beside the Doctor on the broken ground below. Again, she knelt down and ran her hand down his chest, then along his sides, feeling for any sort of a wound. She found it on his upper arm. She pulled her hand back to look at the amount of blood on her hand then back down to see how badly he had been shot. Turned out, the humans weren't wrong it was just a nasty little skim. She smiled down to him in his weary state and spoke softly, "Good news, Doctor. You're going to live."

Tʜᴇ Bɪᴛᴄʜ

Jul 20th 2017 - 4:09 PM



"You understand the universe, you see it.. You grasp it.. But you never learned to hear the music."

'OOPA GANGNAM STYLE 'EYYYYYYYYY SEXY LADY!'


With her back propped up against one arm rest and her legs draped over the other, Missy sat in the Doctor's notorious leather chair on the edge of the the console room. She had been curled up in this spot for some time now with her little nifty, aptly nicknamed 'dIPhone' in her hands... and she was on Youtube. Where else do you really go exploring when you're told that you don't listen to music? Well, there's Spotify, of course, but they don't do those little spiffy compilations๏ฟฝof hit songs of an era. That and she didn't appreciate being told that she couldn't hit next without buying a membership. They could go and piss off.๏ฟฝ

So, here the queen of evil sat all alone in the TARDIS. There was a world of naughty things she could be doing at this point in time but, no.. Youtube. The words of the Doctor had struck a little nail in her. How was is possible to not hear the music when you can recite an array of lyrics to songs stretching back and forwards centuries in various languages from a variety of different civilizations that doesn't just encompass๏ฟฝone planet?๏ฟฝ

Hm?๏ฟฝ

Seriously, explain that.๏ฟฝ

But, nooooo. . . ๏ฟฝApparently do the Doctor that's not good enough.๏ฟฝ

This was her seventh time listening to this song. Apparently this song had made quick an impact for a hot minute amongst his little pets. The president of the big US wanted the song played for him live. The president danced to it. That's a thing. Sure, it was a catchy little tune, but what real significance๏ฟฝdid it hold?๏ฟฝ

Missy propped the gadget down on her stomach so that she was still able to see it as the tunes played and the idiots danced. And then she joined in. Sort of. Her arms extended then wrists crossed each other and she did the little flick thing. Her shoulders bobbed to the beat of the song yet her version of the dance was probably the most apathetic attempt at the dance the universe had ever seen. Ever. It didn't last long either before her arms dropped back down as well as her head dropped back and she let out a low groan of annoyance.๏ฟฝ

Her head turned and she looked towards the console of the TARDIS and just stared at it for a long moment before muttering, "I don't understand."

Not that she expected the ship to make any sort of reply back to her, there was just no one else here for her to talk to. The Doctor was out parading around with the egg and the 'fro and she was just sat here, left to figure out where she went wrong in life. Normally she was an upbeat creature but she had been left alone like this for far too long now. Not just today, the Doctor kept doing this to her. He kept planting these thoughts into her head about how she wasn't thinking correctly, how she wasn't good enough to be his friend. Normally she had skin stronger than any metal found in the universe and she thrived off the disappoint... But now she was lonely.๏ฟฝ

She wanted her friend back.๏ฟฝ
She wanted to prove to him that she was good enough.๏ฟฝ

Moving herself, she slid her legs off the chair and she sat forward, but slumped. Her icy eyes stared at the jovial humans dancing, somehow spreading cheer through this but she clicked the song off and closed her eyes. That sinking feeling of depression was setting in.๏ฟฝ

How exactly was she meant to do this?

Sliding herself off the seat, she slowly strolled down to the center console and began to circle in. The tip of her index finger skimmed around the edge of the ancient piece of equipment. Becoming his little errand girl wasn't going to be doing anything in the art of rekindling anything. There had to be something more.๏ฟฝ

And then for someone who didn't exactly believe in fate or luck, it struck her.๏ฟฝ

For a moment the TARDIS's lights dimmed and Missy's head snapped to the door. Someone was out there. She heard it and she felt it. Though the enemy of the Doctor, this TARDIS had been in her life for just as many years and she still held some form of a connection to it. She quickly reacted to and went to grab the monitor, pulled it and down and tried to flick it on.๏ฟฝ

But nothing.๏ฟฝ

She ship did not respond to her. She glowered at the console.๏ฟฝ

"Oh, c'mon.. You could be under attack." She started bluntly yet her toying with accents came into play, "There could be๏ฟฝDaleks๏ฟฝout there. Someone might be getting ready to throw you into a wood chipper 'cause he parked you in the middle of the street.."

Nothing.

"You bleeding useless hunk of๏ฟฝugh!!"

Fine.๏ฟฝ

Plan two. Plan two was a much less sophisticated attempt at figuring out who decided to make a resting post out of the TARDIS. Missy ran [ in those heels ] over to the door and stood on her tippy toes to try to peer out of the windows that were just a wee bit too tall for her. Her fingers latched onto the edge of the window, as if pulling would help her get that little bit of leverage that could help her see. All she could see was a hint of a red head. ....So she jumped, a few times, just to get a bit better detail of this - seemingly woman - against the door.๏ฟฝ

This was demeaning.๏ฟฝ

Finally she stopped. Her mind raced for a few moments of what to do. Let the person go? They would probably leave before long. But letting someone go, that really wasn't her style, was it?

That's when the little smile came over her expression.๏ฟฝ

Light bulb.๏ฟฝ

The TARDIS door swung open and when sights set on this woman, it started.๏ฟฝ

"Where the hell ya been? I called in my order over an๏ฟฝhour๏ฟฝago and I've been sittin' here waiting. The bloody place is just down the street an' it's taken ya this long? What? D'you get lost or somethin'?" With her arm propped on her side, Missy looked the woman down for a moment but then her jaw went slack and her eyes opened a bit wider, "Wait."

She stepped forward, but not out of the ship, and looked around a bit more, "You haven't even got it!" Her eyes turned back to the girl's, "Oh, you have got to be๏ฟฝkidding๏ฟฝme.. What? Did you leave it all back at the shop? That's just bloody brilliant, innit?"

Stepping to the side, Missy pointed into the TARDIS, "Step yourself in, lil' lady.. You and I are gonna have a call to your boss because I am not standing for this. Nope, not at all. You'll be lucky if you've got a job once I'm done with ya."


Tʜᴇ Bɪᴛᴄʜ

Jul 20th 2017 - 4:08 PM


'Twas the night before Christmas....
...Or maybe it wasn't.

Twas sometime in the relatively close time frame of Christmas..
And everyone was stirring.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - London, 2016 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
There is something really disgusting about the Christmas season... and it wasn't the dirty snow that lined the edge of the streets. Or the yellow snow. No, it wasn't that at all. According to the human traditions, Christmas is meant to be a sacred sort of holiday that slightly resembled the American holiday Thanksgiving. It is a day of giving thanks to a deity, a celebration of life and yet in the 21st century it had turned into a marketing holiday. A month, sometimes two months of stress that lead up to one day of happiness. In theory the holiday was supposed to bring cheer and bring people of different backgrounds together, at least that's what the movies said. Yet, have you seen Black Friday at an electronics store?

Christmas has become a sham.
So, let's break it.

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling, to~
Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with youuuuu

With umbrella opened and twirling in hand, a woman walked through the snow. There was a hum in her throat and a smile on her face as she walked down the busy London street. Her eyes scanned the area, watching the laughter of passersby, nodding her head in a friendly gesture to those who also caught her eye. She shined with an aura of positivity as she took in a deep breath of city fresh air. The way the light snow falling caught in the light just brought serenity to her mind. She wasn't anyone overwhelmingly important to the world, yet she was to her family. She was mom. She was hunny. She was the one who kissed wounds and cut the crust off of sandwiches. She was the one who made sacrifices without a second thought. She was the one who held everything together but tonight she was something special. Tonight she was Santa.

Glancing down to the bags in her hair, it was just a pleasant reminder of the image in her head of what her children were going to look like come Christmas morning. That was enough for everything. It was enough to excuse the extra hours she had worked the previous week. It was enough to forgive the other mother she may have spewed out negative words at over one of the gifts that she had snatched from the other woman's hands. It was worth everything. Nothing could break this peace that came to her mind right now.

You know, except that one thing.

Finally she had made it to her car. Opening the driver's side, she leaned in and placed the bags on the passengers seat. No way were those bags being locked up in the back. She wanted them right there beside her. She wanted to be able to look at them during a red light, maybe reach over and give them a pat if she so choose too. She wanted them to be right there because they were her winnings and her reward. She was proud of them but she also wanted to keep them safe. They were her babies just as much as her babies at home. And home is where she was headed. It was a bit of a long drive but the tunes of the season playing on the radio would keep her company for the drive.

It wasn't before long that the night went a bit sour. She had pulled out of her parking spot, driven for a bit of time, merrily of course. There were a few people shouting that she noticed as she drove by, but she didn't pay any mind to them. Her Christmas cheer was her shield against the woe. She turned down a backstreet, lit with lights but a bit more still in nature.

And then something ran out across the street in front of her. It was small and it was fast. She didn't quite see what it was.

She slammed on the breaks but she still heard the thump of whatever it was being hit.

Her heart stopped.

Her stomach was in her throat.

God no...

The car was put into park and she immediately flung open the door and ran around to the front of the car expecting to see the worst. Yet there was nothing there. She stood dumbfounded, her mouth hung ajar as she just stared at down at the front of the car. Was it underneath? She squatted down, trying not to touch the wet, slushy ground. She still couldn't see anything. Quickly she rummaged through her coat pocket to pull out her phone, fumbled around on the screen and turned on the flashlight to get a better view of what was under there.

Nothing.

She leaned back up, actually got back up and looked to the other side of the car to see if there was anything there. And then there was laughter in the background. Not, haha laughter like someone walking by with another telling a joke. Nothing like that at all. It was an echoed giggle, something like out of a horror scene. There was more than one but they were in unison. They were everywhere. Her head snapped to the side, then the other way. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear took over her body and yet around her she saw nothing. She was standing again, nervously she moved while still turning just trying to get a glimpse of what she heard. She tried to be bold, using her mother voice to shout out, 'Show yourself!' but it turned into a bit more of a plea than a demand. Actually, that had just made things worse.

She was still twirling in spot, and funny enough she was holding up her phone as if the flashlight was going to do any good on a well lit street. Perhaps it served as some form of a comfort to her. And then suddenly the car door slammed shut. The woman snapped around to face the car, part rage took over her in mix of the fear. She hadn't noticed, really but the laughter also stopped at that moment. There was no one in the driver's seat though yet, it suddenly jerked forward only a few inches but the bumper was just inches away from her legs. She immediately buckled as if she were going to get hit. Her hands slammed down on the hood of the car as if that were actually going to stop a two ton hunk of metal from moving, but it was the thought that counts, right?

๏ฟฝShe yelled, "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!!! Get out of my car." Yet she was met with a long moment of silence. Still, she could see no one in the car. No, it's official, she was losing her mind. As the seconds passed and nothing happened, her guard began to drop and she leaned back up, straightening out her back. It was as she leaned up she finally caught a glimpse of who was in her car.
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Through the steering wheel, she saw something red. Something that definitely wasn't hers. That something red was moving, it was coming up. It was ever so slowly peaking itself over the steering wheel. It didn't take long for her to recognize it and when she did, she was baffled. It was a Santa hat, a rather small one. And then she saw two golden, slit eyes peaking themselves just over the wheel, staring back at her. Any other details of the face that was now revealing itself were harder to discern, partly from the dark but partly from she couldn't take her eyes off of those eyes.

๏ฟฝThen suddenly it sprung up, it's slender arms reached out over the steering wheel at the wind shield and it's sharp, pointy teeth shined bright in the darkened car. There was clearly nothing that it could have done to her from the car, yet it still gave her quite the spook, causing her to jump back from the car. Clearly, though she couldn't hear it, she could see the small creature was laughing in hysterics. Again, she was rendered dumbfounded. After a minute or so of laughter, the creature seemed to calm, even wiped a tear from it's eye as it turned back to look at her with it's sinister grin. Her heart froze a bit, unsure of what she should do exactly. In her mind she kept asking, what the hell was that thing?

Suddenly, it dropped back down again out of view and the car flared up with life once more, but this time shot backwards and in the middle of the street turned to make a three point turn. When the car sprang to life, that's when she did too. She began to run after the car, shouting those normal things to when someone tries to steal your stuff and run off. 'Stop, get out of my car, what are you doing' yadda yadda yadda.

But at the end of this particular Christmas tale, the mother was left standing in the middle of the street, watching the taillights of her car drive off into the distance. She watched those Christmas presents leave as well. Her heart was drained into desperation...

What could she do? There wasn't exactly much...

She had her phone at least...

Time to call the Po-po.

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It was a normal thing at the police office, this time of year the theft rate was incredibly high. Yet it was never quite like this. All over the city they were getting reports of vandalism, theft, or just disturbances. Some of the disturbances were as simple as one single light bulb had been removed from their string of lights, disturbing the electrical flow and destroying the light display.๏ฟฝ Many of the people who called in claimed that they never saw who did it, despite it happening just under their noses. In many of๏ฟฝ the cases there were reports that they could hear laughter, just like the woman from before. All๏ฟฝ units were out on the street, yet no arrests had been made.

As the night grew on, it got worse and worse. No one was severely hurt, it never came to that degree but everyone was getting upset. The news reporters had even gotten on the telly and warned people to stay indoors and turn off all of their outer Christmas decoration because it was now a target. Shouting could be heard more so than usual over the night sky, it got to the point where people were even fighting others simply because they might have cast a glance in their direction.

Hostility was getting higher and higher.

No one was safe.

Not even that little blue box.

Actually, there was a look out in place for that box, not by the humans but by the little creatures that stirred the streets. One of the instructions that they had specifically been given was to give it Hell. So that wreath that was put on the door? That was gone. Black tape had been stuck on the 'Police Box' sign, taking out the 'Po' and the 'Public Call' part of it, turning the box into the Lice Box. Immature, right? It made those little creatures laugh. But, to make it better.... They knocked at the door too, but not four times. It was a hurried knock, though it lasted no more than a second it was as if they knocked about ten times.

And when that door opened?

There was a present.

Heh.

That old trick, you know? Bag lit on fire with dog dung in it?

Yeah, that one.

There was a bag lit on fire in front of the door. And to top that off? When, presumably, the Doctor came out of the TARDIS, found himself in a potential momentary panic over seeing a fire in front of him... when he went to handle it, in whichever way he sought fit, from above, a snowball would be shot at him to peg him right on the head. To follow, a barrage of more snowballs would be sent at him, firing from random angles to coat him down in snow.

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