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Title: A Year That Never Could Be [Finished]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on October 13, 2014, 08:33:55 am
“We have to fight.”

They were her own words, and they rang in her head as she sat in the apartment, gun in hand, and thought to end it all. ‘Coward.’

Maya knew what the silver orb had truly been asking her, as she stood with her back to the door that Angelus was in. When it asked her if she would serve the Master, it was asking her if it would be she that served, or if it would be her brother. Maya wanted to save Angelus, and the words were on her tongue, but when she spoke it had come out as, “I’d rather…serve.” Though they sounded like an echo of a thought, of a memory that was just on the tip of her mind.

Except, she had said them aloud.

The stupid orb seemed delighted with this. Maya remembered being knocked out of the way, and when she woke up, there was no one in the apartment. Just ashes. Everyone she loved was gone and she was left on the floor, to live with her mistake.

She didn't want to live with it, though. She found Angelus’s gun, and she sat with her back to that same bathroom, she considered ending it all.

She turned the gun over in her hand, decision made, only for it to change as the metal gun reflected another bit of metal. Confused, Maya tried to focus the gun’s reflection, and realized it was something around her neck. She acknowledged the weight then, and reached up. Her hand wrapped around a necklace, a ring. With a frown, she set the gun in her lap and undid the knot.

‘Strange.’ Maya didn’t know where it came from. The ring was a pretty green and silver, but she’d never seen it before. ‘Well, no. It is familiar.’ She couldn’t quite place it, though, not then. A crimson box came to mind, but that meant nothing to her. So what if it had come in a crimson box?

Her mind refused to think on it. With a frown, she tied it around her neck once more, then glanced down at her hands. Of course, her other ring was still there. Just as she considered throwing it away, a voice startled her from her thoughts.

“You’re still here!” Delighted. Maya looked up to see the stupid orb. “With a gun! Can you fight?”

“I can shoot,” she answered it. She wasn’t sure about fighting.

The orb seemed to bounce with glee. “Oh, excellent! You will be quite useful! Come, come, get up! We must figure out just what to do with you!”

Maya thought of shooting it, but had a feeling it wouldn’t work. So, she lifted herself up, and followed the bouncing-happy psycho orb out. “I should have you shoot something,” it mused as Maya walked behind it. “To make sure you aren’t lying to me. I think that dark-haired boy was more a fighter than you. Was it his gun? Oh, but what?”

Maya’s eyes skimmed the area. There was a woman standing on a hill, an easy target. ‘Terrible!’ Maya’s conscious screamed at her.

‘But I have to prove capable.’ A calmer, quieter voice answered the voice of reason, trying to make itself sound reasonable with its calmness. ‘I have to get to the Master…to be his guard….’ So while the toclafane considered how best to test her, Maya lifted her gun, and aimed at the woman no one else was seeing. ‘There’s only one way to Saxon…through loyalty.’ And Maya could fake that. It would all be worth it in the long run.

End justifies the means.

A shot brought her down, and the toclafane whirled around. “What did you do?”

Maya pointed up the hill with her gun. The toclafane did not invite her to follow, but she did anyway when it went in the direction she pointed. She knelt besides the woman that the toclafane struggled to see. 'Sorry.'. She wore a strange necklace, a key, and when Maya removed it to examine it closer, it seemed the toclafane was then able to see.

It let out a delighted laugh, unphased by the suddenly appearing corpse. Maya pocketed the key. “So you can kill!” That put a new spin on things. “I did not even see that one! Oh, I have just the thing for you!”  

‘Yes, I can kill.’ This wasn't who she wanted to kill, if she had the choice. She would have the choice later.

“We have to fight.”


She would make her amends in this way, cruel as it would be, the end would justify the means. Maya didn't think on it. She couldn't, for whenever she started to slip into examination of her actions, she realized how little she cared. A voice remained, nagging morality, which tried to strengthen that understanding, which tried to scare Maya into fearing what she'd become, but it wasn't working. It grew quieter and quieter each day.

Her first job was guard duty at a weapons factory, and the positions shifted over time. She ended up at a twinkie factory, but took on other responsibilities. She became one of the humans charged with infiltrating other rebel groups and destroying them, a promotion of sorts from simply guarding the weapons.

‘And if you do well.’ The Toclafane Maya had dubbed Eden said, ‘Then I’ll tell Him about you, and maybe He’ll take you on to the Valiant!’ They spoke of Saxon like a God.

The twinkies were apparently more important to the Master than all his weapons, so of course if she protected them well she’d be deserving of mention. It might have been funny if Maya had a sense of humor left. She was pretty sure it died with Angelus. He had always been her source of whimsy in a world of duty. This was familiar to her in all the wrong ways. The role was different, but at its core, it was the same.

She’d never gotten a say in anything before, and that certainly wasn’t going to change with a megalomaniac in charge of the world. 

'It will change.'

Such was the constant thought, and the thought that she beat out as she walked towards the burning weapons factory, singing to herself. It was a habit now, to sing. If she ever paused to think of it, she would realize that the songs she was singing were never from 2008, but after it. Always after, too.

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"Oh, misty eye of the mountain below,
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Durin's sons
,"

She wondered which group it was this time. She wasn't worried about making herself obvious through song. More often than not, it had won her favor, since no one seemed to think outside of that four-beat rhythm. Singing anything that didn't adhere to that suggested she wasn't one of the Master's own.

'And I'm not.' They would never know their deaths were not in vain, though.

"If this is to end in fire,
Then we should all burn together
Watch the flames climb high into the night
Calling out, Father, oh
Stand by and we will
Watch the flames burn auburn on
The mountain side...."
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on February 19, 2015, 03:21:17 am
It happed with as much warning as one could hope for, but that truth, however harmless it at first seemed, did not really help anybody. The reality did not sink in immediately, and no one really thought that the country, not to mention the rest of the world, was in need of a Doctor. Those words that Saxon had said before, they held a new meaning now. For some reason, the first reaction to the descent was disbelief and denial. It surely was a drill of some sort, a governmental scam in order to scare society into a different kind of obedience.

After they came, however, there was no escaping. The young blond, who had not been having the best years of his life as tradition so clearly dictated, was still not entirely sure why everything was happening. He had never been one to pay attention to politics, and his relationship with his family did not encourage him to go out into the world and seek knowledge. No, his parents had (perhaps unintentionally) driven him in an entirely different direction.

Juls, as rebellious and uncontrollable as ever, had left his home without even an excuse of a farewell. He’d given his parents a look, perhaps a subconscious word or two, before he was out of the door. That family love crap that films and series had made society believe was true, well…it didn’t apply to this case. They had no need of him before, and so they would not miss him while he was gone.

“Where in the hell?” Juls had his phone to his ear, whispering madly into it with a look of pure confusion. A voice snapped right back on the other end of the line, panicked in a way that was beyond words. “You said you would meet me here, Cat. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” He stood just outside an empty building, towards the back where company garages where usually built. This had not been an unpopular location as of late. The company to whom the building belonged had gone bankrupt, and was currently being seized the owners.

It was the perfect way to get away from his parents and have some fun with his girl. Except, she wasn’t there. She hadn’t shown.

“I can’t move Juls,” said Cat, and once could easily deduce that the girl was shaking in fear. “They’re everywhere, and if I move they’re going to find me. I c-can’t move, Juls. Please come get me…!”A forceful whisper.

“They’ll find you if you stay there,” Juls pleaded in return, but Cat’s whimpering on the other end confirmed his suspicions that she would not dare move. He sighed, running his bony fingers through his blond hair – shades of pink were still visible from the last time he had dyed it. “Where did you say you were?” He’d asked her before, but she didn’t seem to be able to describe actual location. Instead, she described events, times where he and she had passed by, lingered.

“Please,” she said again, her voice nearly squealing in desperation.

“Alright. Fuck…,” he let a breath out upon hearing the sound of his pursuers so close to him. “Stay where you are, I think I know how to get to you.”

And so he did.  The two were reunited, but the feeling was short-lived.

In time, Cat had been captured and inevitably murdered. She had refused to help, and she was more of a liability than an asset to the Master and his Toclafane. It didn’t take long for Juls to be captured after that. There had been word amongst some of the rebel groups that a savior had been sent their way, some called to this Doctor in whispers. It was ridiculous, but Juls had to believe that something like that could happen.  If it was true, then he need only mark himself for the cause. With his capture came his struggle, and through it came an understanding on what the Toclafane had enslaved humans for. They were building weapons, and Juls just happened to excel at their production.

It had taken quite a while for him to be trusted just enough, and at his first chance, he ran for it. He’d taken a weapon for himself for protection, but it was through stealth that he managed his way back to the open world.

So much had changed since then. Who would have thought that he’d be burning down these things? Who the hell was going to stop him if he continued? All he could do was look to the burning buildings that he’d helped take down, unable to escape the feeling that something, someone, was missing. Julio’s mind went straight to Cat, and how she’d willingly be involved with this plan of his. He knew, though, that it wasn’t her. Juls didn’t know what was missing, but he knew something was off.

Something should have happened already.

The boy shook it off just in time to hear a melody not far from him – a woman. Some ways ahead, adjacent to the singing human, was a hiding shadow.

“Retaliation,” he whispered. “About damn time.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on February 19, 2015, 03:49:55 am
The wreckage was actually rather substantial. Toclafane were buzzing around trying to figure out what they should do. It was a new sight for Maya.

“And if we should die tonight,”

She ignored them, though, as they ignored her. They seemed to be variously deciding whether or not to pursue humans who ran off, figure out who should report to the Master (apparently he didn’t like bad news), and other things Maya tuned out. 

“We should all die together
Raise a glass of wine,”


Her eyes tracked the corpses of people to a blond man standing amidst the wreckage.

For the last—Ah.” Maya cut herself off, shook her head as her eyes fell upon the individual. By the looks of it, he was one of the rebels. She could never explain how she just knew. All humans were in disarray, but the rebels were dirtier. Sure, the factory workers weren’t exactly clean, but the Master did want a working workforce. Some hygienic practices were necessary so that they didn’t die of a plague.

Her hand fell casually to the gun at her hip, but she did not remove it from the holster just then. She’d gotten good at drawing it quickly, but there was no need for it to be an immediate threat. “I suppose you’re responsible for this, then?” The toclafane were ignoring him, too. He should have run while he had the chance. Unlike the toclafane, Maya was not so easy to distract. “Nice work. Who helped you?” she couldn’t help the compliment.

It was nice work. Pointless, but she admired the tenacity. If only they knew that the Master didn’t care about a couple of factories being destroyed here and there…
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 10, 2015, 06:10:13 pm
There was singing.

It was a girl, probably not much older than himself, which stepped up to interrogate him. She seemed familiar, but in a way that Juls could not completely fathom. It was not uncommon for humans to change their alliance and to help that crazy man. As she asked him the only question relevant to their situation, Juls only smiled. It didn’t seem like there was any point in running from that moment. Instead, he stalled.

The person keeping an eye on him from afar was not an enemy, but he would not allow for the both of them to take the fall for this attack. With practiced subtlety, the young rebel cracked his neck as a sign of retreat. Naturally, not his own.

“Not my best,” said the blond at last, shrugging towards the burning building. “What this? Oh, I did this on my own. Actually, no, it was an accident. You see, I left my bat inside…,” he pretended to be distraught. Afterwards, he shook his head and gave the woman a once over. Something was definitely not right about her.

“Nice friends,” he noted, “what made you jump to the other side?”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 10, 2015, 08:07:31 pm
The blonde standing before her wasn’t a good liar. He went back on his words almost immediately, claiming it was not his best work and then stating it was an accident. If she had humor left, she might have found it amusing. Cute, even, how distraught he was trying to look. “I’ll have to find that bat of yours. My brother had one that I meant to grab,” and she’d left it.

‘A personal touch.’


Except, as she thought of that, she realized what a stupid idea it was. This was not personal, not any longer. When she finally got to the Master, it never could be personal. Not after all the blood on her hands. All that was required of her was simply to kill him. Nothing else. Nothing more.

He asked a question she could only lie to, “I want to see the universe, and the Master will cause that to happen when he wages his war with it,” she said. Her hand pulled the gun from its holster, almost lazily, and she lifted it to point at the young man. “Would you like a moment to make peace, or shall we get this over with?” There was no need to point out verbally that she didn’t believe what he said about it being accident. Everything he’d said, everything he did, pointed to the fact he was a rebel—especially his question about her allegiances.

And if there was someone else watching, they were bound to pop out about now, or try to shoot at her. That was usually how it worked with people who wouldn’t rat out their own. ‘And you won’t.’ He had that look about him, a look she only knew from her brother.

Funny. She’d never mistake the two of them, but there were qualities in the boy that she remembered so clearly in Ange. Stubborn loyalty was one, a trait that she, clearly, lacked.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 14, 2015, 04:50:48 pm
This retaliation was unforgiving – the wait a torture in and of itself. No one would interrupt this girl from killing Juls, as they would risk the lives of all the others, but even then the young blond could not help but look to her with a softer gaze than the one she was giving him. She professed her desire to travel the world under the Master’s new conquest, and although it sounded poetic, Juls did not believe her. Even if the girl believed it, he was not so convinced.

It didn’t make sense to him. Throughout his rebellion he had been so careful, and yet this felt different. It was almost as if the boy wanted to be caught – wanted to be killed with pride, his accomplishment and signature burning behind him.

Juls showed no sign of trying to stop her from killing him, but instead he offered, “I’ve got food.” Despite the burning building behind him, his words were soft, kind. Something about the woman endeared him to a level he could not understand, and there was a familiar playful smile. “I’ve got food” he repeated, “and water, and warmth. You could stop this now and come with me, no questions asked.”

Juls knew that there was no chance that she’d listen, but he could not have stopped the words from leaving his mouth if he wanted to.

“You could travel the world with me, or you can take me with you.”

If he would face death that day, then so be it.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 14, 2015, 05:24:06 pm
Rebels didn’t plead with her in this way.

Friends would have. She could see Andrew doing it, anyway, trying to remind her what was important in this world—food, warmth, water, acceptance. No questions asked. ‘I should have told you from the start. I should have….’ But she’d always been selfish, always been greedy, and she’d continue that damn lie to the end.

‘I don’t deserve what you’re offering. If you knew what happened….’


Her finger pressed down on the trigger to send a bullet into his brain. The apology might be covered up by the sound of the shot, but it was spoken anyway. “I’m sorry, Juls.” The name slipped like so many songs she shouldn’t know, and like all those songs, she didn’t question it. It was only natural that this one, she knew. Perhaps he’d been at a show. Perhaps he’d been in paintball. Perhaps they’d gone dancing and eaten pancakes afterwards.

Perhaps he’d been at everything, once.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 14, 2015, 06:42:20 pm
The gunshot had been expected, and it was not entirely unwelcomed. Julio’s attempts to annoy the Master had been heartfelt, he hated the man without truly understanding why. It was the kind of hatred that consumed the mind without control. Meeting the girl had made things clearer, even easier in a way, but there was still something missing. It was with the feeling of being incomplete that it happened. With the gunshot came the end, and it was instantaneous – the apology was not heard, and the act itself was not fought.

Julio’s body fell limp on the floor, his legs crumbling as the life left his body. The boy’s head hit the floor hard, and his pale eyes remained open, glossy but hollow. The intensity and warmth had left them, making him only but another corpse, bleeding and helpless.

From afar, there’d been a muffled sob. There was nothing that they could have done, and there was nothing that Juls would have wanted other than that. Still, his attempts had not gone unnoticed.

Up in the air, the Valiant soared – triumphant and proud of the disaster that had taken over the land. The explosion would have been overlooked, but the Toclafane were rejoicing in the recent murder of one of the rebel leaders. Good news traveled fast. Most of the rebel humans were little pests, barely scratching at the armor of the Master’s rule. This one, however, had been blowing up factories, messing with Twinkies. His death was a milestone, the last sign of hope that humanity had in ever trying to stop the Master.

“What did you say?” The Master was rarely serious, as torturing and tormenting his captors made him as gleeful as ever, but the recent news had done the trick. “Killed, you say?”

There was a loud laugh.

Before any of the humans at his service, or even the Toclafane, could answer, the Time Lord was up and pacing about. This Master’s face was different, one that had caused many mixed feelings throughout. To some he was endearing, a real leader, and to others he was the face of absolute insanity.

“I want to see him,” he said, as if he’d only then decided what he wanted to do.

“The corpse or the killer?” One of his younger officers called to him, a young paralegal that had stuck with him since his rise as Prime Minister and chosen to stay with his reign.

“Savior, more like,” corrected the Master with a chortle, a little mockingly, “both, I want to see the both of them.”

For a moment, there was silence. Those around the Master didn’t know what to expect of this most unpredictable man. One second he had been serious as sin, and the other he seemed to goof around at the idea of going back to the ground.

Then the Master snapped.

“Now! I want to see the both of them, now!”

The others flinched, and immediately preparations for his descent began. Heads would roll if anyone else showed an ounce of further hesitation.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 14, 2015, 07:04:51 pm
The sob went unheard. Maya simply returned the gun she had to its holster. There was a part of her that considered she ought to burn the body, since there was no way she’d have the time to bury it, but she walked on. She still had to clear the area of rebels, and make sure none of the humans escaped to freedom outside the factory.

Of course, this also meant she had to go into the burning factory itself while things exploded and it threatened to collapse, to get what ‘tools’ out that she could. The rebels were careless in bombing—not that they could ever clear out a factory before bombing it.

There were no others who stuck out as rebels. There were factory workers who were quickly rounded up, or pulled out of the rubble. They didn’t seem too happy to have their lives saved. Plenty weren’t happy with the fact they hadn’t been able to get to safety. One had picked up a baseball bat and swung it at her.

It wasn’t a bullet that killed him. A toclafane turned him to ash. “You need to watch behind you!” The creature squealed out. Others materialized nearby. “We’ll get these humans back to working factories, you have a meeting!”

“What meeting, Eden?” Maya inquired as she walked to the ashes, careful not to step on them, and picked up the bat. She assumed it was the one that the rebel meant. She had no decent way to carry it except in hand, but once she held it, she didn’t want to let it go. Stupid, rubbish—but it looked like the one Ange kept. “I don’t recall a meeting.”

“The Master wants to see you! You and the rebel leader you killed, silly girl!”

The way Maya’s face blanked was all she could do to look surprised. She felt it, but in a dead way. This was what she wanted, of course, but it hadn’t seemed like it would ever happen even though she’d been progressively moved up in the ranks. “All right,” she said, “I’ll return to that location. You can follow along so you know where it is.”

And Eden did, bobbing along and chittering all the while about what an honor it was, and how it was so pleased it had left her alive and not her rubbish brother. One day, Maya hoped, this chittering thing would die. Just not yet. This chittering thing was the last comfort, twisted as it was.

The rebel hadn’t been moved from the spot, but as soon as they entered the area, Eden again vanished. ‘To give directions.’ She didn’t know how long she’d be kept waiting here. That was the annoying part. Even so, she resisted the urge to find a place to sit. She waited, standing, and now and then testing the weight of the bat in her two hands. She hummed.

Then there was a glimmer of light. The figure that materialized was clearly not a toclafane. As soon as the face was clear, Maya bent at the waist to bow before the Lord and Master of all earth. The humming ceased.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 15, 2015, 03:43:48 pm
The Master made his descent, appearing on the ground floor at first as only light. When he at last came into focus and materialized completely, the sight of the destruction and the woman bowing before him teased to give him the chills. It was a wondrous sight, and he began to wonder why he didn’t pay any more visits to his followers. He walked forward, intending to give a closer look to the girl and the corpse behind her. Only the sound of his feet crushing the rubble underneath was immediately audible.

What a job this rebel had done.

“Ah—!” The sudden shout was one of excitement that came upon noticing the blond boy’s no-longer-bleeding head. “You’re the efficient sort, aren't you?” He beamed, pressing his foot upon Julio’s head. He used the tip of his shoe to tilt the head and adjust it, making it look like the corpse was actually looking at him. Seeing the lifeless gaze of the man that had burned down one too many factories brought great joy to the Master, and the Time Lord could not contain his excitement.

The Master was tempted to just crush his skull.

“Well this…this is wonderful, isn’t it?” At last the Master sought to meet his guardian’s eyes. They unnerved him, but in a way that was more fascinating than troublesome. “Did he have any last words? Did you humiliate him?”

Beyond all, the Master was curious. He thirsted for the embarrassment that the boy deserved, but he could admire the means in which he met death. He would have done it differently himself, with a dagger or a bat. Oh, but what a perfect coincidence! This girl had a bat!

Perhaps he would still have his chance at fun. The Master’s finger shook with gleeful anticipation as it pointed to the bat.

“Can I borrow that?”

Naturally, the woman had no real option. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 15, 2015, 04:22:52 pm
Maya wanted to shut her eyes while they were on the ground, to block out the sights, but she knew it wouldn’t block out the sounds. Harold Saxon had arrived. Were it not for what Maya was now considering two and a half years of practice, everything might have gone to pieces then and there.

Except, she had two and a half years of practice dealing with an egomaniac, and more besides. This would be different. She didn’t love the Master, never had, never would. Of course, she wondered if she had ever loved Aeron, despite all her protesting thoughts, she knew that she had. ‘And so, pretend. Pretend until you die.’ That had been the plan from the start.

When the Master was behind her, she slowly straightened up her back and turned so her profile was to the Master, observing him without a direct look, and just the traces of a smile on her lips. It wasn't until the Master spoke of what all had happened that she met his gaze. She didn't let it betray her, but she knew she couldn't wipe away the muted nature of the. Not entirely.

‘You don’t know how to have fun!’
Eden’s constant complaint rang in her head. She knew if she lied to the Master, the toclafane would eventually rat her out.

So, she shook her head, “I’m afraid I am just efficient. He was pleading at the end, though,” if that was any solace. She bent to pick up the requested bat. For a moment, she wondered if swinging it at his head then and there would work. He didn’t look protected. He didn’t look prepared.

Maya knew better. Not yet. So, she straightened up and offered the bat out to the Master. “Last words were trying to bribe me to his side.” She didn’t give exacts. Her tone and disposition suggested the words weren’t important enough to remember. The rebel, not important enough.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 15, 2015, 04:54:31 pm
The Master visibly frowned at the girl’s description of what happened. That was absolutely no fun at all. He didn’t know why he expected anything else, though, since he’d seen firsthand that it had just been a bullet to the head that killed the boy. “A pity,” he whispered to himself, “but still efficient.” There was little flash in what she’d done, but she’d done the deed regardless. Would the Master do something so quick and unexciting if it meant he’d finish the job sooner?

Not at all, as he still had his fun with the Doctor and Jack.

The Time Lord’s hand reached for the bat and immediately grabbed it in both hands. The grip felt good upon his skin, and his arms felt more powerful than they actually were. It felt familiar, and as he circled the corpse he spun it for show.

The first swing hit at the neck, and the whole corpse shook upon impact. The Master’s smile only grew wider. The second swing came from the other side, and it brought the corpse closer to the woman who’d killed him. The third, fourth, and fifth swing happened back to back, each hitting the same part of the boy’s face. With the last two, something cracked. The Master then went back to the neck, and it also broke.

The young face was not at all recognizable at this point, and it was only when he heard the teleporter that the Master stopped. His heaving chest was an indicator that he would have stopped soon anyway. He walked back to where his paralegal stood, offering the bloodstained bat back to the woman who’d lent it to him.

“This will take just a second,” said the Master to the paralegal, and the latter just bowed. The Master turned his attention back to the woman. “What’s your name and rank, killer?”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 15, 2015, 05:09:35 pm
There were horrors yet to come. This, Maya knew. Experiencing them was going to be a trial. The Master ‘had fun’ in the toclafane sense of the word. Maya always knew that meant senseless torture, so she knew that when she handed over the bat, that was what she would see. Desecration of a body.

Yet, she didn’t look away. She didn’t even flinch at the sound of metal on flesh, but let her eyes fall on the corpse impassively. It was moments like these she sincerely hoped there was no afterlife. That way, the soul wouldn’t know of this. There would just be peace in oblivion.

At the shimmer of lights, she let her gaze shift briefly to the new arrival. ‘Robert?’ The man certainly looked familiar, but she didn’t arch an eyebrow in question, nor speak a query. She was brought back to the present quick enough by the Master, who returned the bat to her. She accepted it, and held it so the blood would drip down onto the ground and not her hand. ‘Got the bowing thing right, anyway.’ She thought when maybe-Robert bowed.

“Maya Porter,” she answered the first question and tried to think of the answer to the second. What were the toclafane calling her nowadays? She wasn’t even sure they understood ranks. Someone had been called an admiral, when she was positive that was a naval rank. ‘Never mind that.’ And so she found an answer, “I have not been given a rank. The toclafane have simply shifted my position and tasks about. The most recent placement was to set me as the highest ranking guard over the Twinkie factory and they have entrusted me with actually infiltrating a few of the local rebel groups. I've added humans who played at being pests to your service from those groups.” Capture over death. Humans were more useful alive.

She hadn’t infiltrated the group this rebel had led. She tended to deal with less nomadic groups, and she suspected that boy had wandered. She had no idea of his true significance to things, though, or how much damage he’d caused. “My apologies for not dealing with this one before he damaged the factory, Master.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 15, 2015, 05:53:22 pm
“I’ll have your head next time,” the Master half-joked at Maya’s apology with a single-vowel laugh, though it had taken him a while to speak. For some reason, he had gotten stuck at her name. If there was a significance to it, it was now long gone. It baffled him, but only temporarily, as it would not be long before his order was reinstated. That alone demanded time away from distractions.

At Maya mentioning that she protecting a Twinkie factory, the Master smiled. He had a craving, and it would not go unsatisfied. Of course, his paralegal!

“Bobby! Bob-o! Bob!” The Master chanted in a sing-song-y voice. “You!” He pointed, and then signaled Robert to come closer. “Maya here protects a Twinkie factory – marvelous isn’t it? – and I want you to get me twinkies. Forbidden, protected, illegal, twinkies.” Naturally he had twinkies on the valiant, but they weren’t protected twinkies. Protected twinkies tasted better.

“Master?” The paralegal could not stop his confusion from escaping. “You want me to…?”

“After you sort out this mess of course,” his hands motioned for the burning factory. The paralegal and a team from the valiant would set things back in order, and they would have the necessary firepower to enforce it. They’d done it before, and they would do so again.

“Of course, Master.”

The Master clapped his hands and then turned to Maya. “You’ll come with me, Maya. How would you like to efficiently handle situations up above?” He waited not for an answer. “Splendid! My team will love to have you. Just you wait until they hear what you’ve done down here.”

“Master, sir…,” interjected Robert with a respectful bow. “I’m not sure that…,” one look to the Master hushed him. “As you say.” 

“Off you go, then,” he shooed the man away with his hands, “and don’t burn this one,” he spat at the broken corpse, “let him rot. I do not want this cleaned, you hear me?”

“Of course.”

And then he turned back to Maya.

“Shall we, killer?”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 15, 2015, 06:06:37 pm
There was a silence that followed her answer, and it was in that moment Maya understood one thing. Just one.

The Master was nothing at all like Aeron Harper.

Egomaniac, yes, but something was off. Something was different. It wasn’t simply that Aeron couldn’t conquer the world (he probably could), nor was it that the Master delighted in wearing his emotions on his sleeve. Then again, it might be that latter—there was no control to the man who called himself Master. He reveled in everything like a hedonist, and yet…something was wrong. Off. Maya couldn’t place it, but she did acknowledge it.

Much as she acknowledged his threat. A simple nod gave her understanding. Yes, death if she failed again. So be it. She wouldn’t. Or she’d find someone else to blame. ‘Yep. Robert.’ Never Bob. Maya observed the exchange as the Master ordered Twinkies from the factory. She expected she would be ordered to escort the man.

She wasn’t. Instead, she was invited to go with the Master. She didn’t even nod to accept. The blank look of surprise returned as she looked from Robert to the Master, and then back to Robert as he started to protest. ‘Don’t think I won’t shoot you as well.’ Not here. Not now. In the future, though, if he sought to destroy her, she might. ‘Yes, smile and bob, Bob.’ At least he knew how to stay alive, too.

Unconsciously, her hand turned the ring on her finger around so the band was all that was visible, and not that accursed diamond. She pressed it into her palm when the rebel was ordered not to be burned, a simple, quick, clench. ‘Sorry.’

And so she was dubbed killer. Fantastic. That was a dog's name. ‘I’m a damn German Shepherd.’ Well, she could do that. Actually, that seemed easy. Play the role of stoic German soldier. “By your leave, Master.” She took a few steps forward to signal her acceptance and readiness of the new placement.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 15, 2015, 06:48:02 pm
“Would prefer I call you, Maya?” The Master teased (having suspected her disapproval of the term killer), but her real name still sounded strange coming from him. He frowned in confusion, but once more let it slide. “Slayer of rebels? Destroyer of hope? I think killer might do just fine,” he muttered under his breath. It wasn’t so much a nickname, but a mere description of what she’d done to be recognized by him.

His eyes caught the subtle movement of her hand, but the ring did not particularly demand his attention. The Master shook it off.

As the two made their way to the place from where they would be beamed into the valiant, Robert shot a dark look to Maya. He remembered her, and she was now so unlike the way she was back then. The contrast was so large that he knew better than to just go with it. The Master might not know much about her, but Robert had a great deal more on that matter.

The light came down from the Valiant and consumed the two of them, teleporting them back up to aircraft carrier. Simultaneously, Toclafane and armed guards were sent down to do Robert’s bidding. Little did they know that something was being orchestrated down at the surface from a certain human who’d just witnessed the death and desecration of a friend.

And then the Master arrived safely back at the Valiant, with an eager crowd awaiting his long missed return. It was an exaggeration, of course, but the Master thrived in the attention and the fear – it was like a drug to him. While there was considerable confusion about his new guest, not much was said to him in that moment. The Master’s wife approached, giving Maya a curious glance as they led the way forward and into the main room of the Valiant.

The room where his other “guests” were stationed.

“Friends!” He ceremoniously greeted with open arms. “The last prominent pest has been at long last taken care of. No more shall our rule be questioned.” He then motioned for Maya to step forward. “As a reward, the killer will be moved up in rank and be stationed here in the Valiant as a guard. Make her feel…welcomed.”

He stifled a chortle, turning now to look at one of the men manning the carrier. “Did you get it all?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Every last swing?”

“Yes, Master.”

The Master leaped to his chair and sat, a holographic projection appearing for all to see. The little performance the Master had done with the corpse had been filmed, and he was most eager to share it with everyone.

“Let us enjoy it, then.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 15, 2015, 07:05:35 pm
‘Death is more fitting than Killer.’ Maya wasn’t sure why she thought that, or why it did seem accurate. Well, she felt rather dead. It was fitting in that way. “Killer is fine, Master,” Maya answered. She’d prefer her name, of course, but nicknames would keep her rooted in the act she was playing.

It would help her forget that there was a reason for the heat of Robert’s glare. She didn’t see it as she walked with the Master, but she felt it before the light took them up.

Teleportation wasn’t painless. It must have taken Robert a few experiences to respond as casually as he did to it. Maya grit her teeth as she manifested on the Valiant, and wrapped her arms around herself as if it would help to hold her together. ‘Damn.’ Every atom seemed to throb with pain, though it faded quickly, leaving just an echo.

Of all those there, waiting, there was one woman Maya looked to. She was impossible to ignore, for she was dressed to be noticed. Maya knew the look too well, and found herself averting her gaze much quicker than she had looked away from the rebel. One word came to mind. ‘Kindred.’ In the worst possible way.

Maya walked, moving one hand behind her back and positioning the other so that the baseball bat was held over her shoulder. Yes, it would stain things, but she’d deal with that. It was the most comfortable way to carry the bat. She needed to get some sort of strap for it.

In the main room was a long table, some people who looked like guards, a couple of dark-skinned women who looked like maids, and a man who looked crippled by age sitting outside a doghouse. That old man glowered at the Master with an unwavering stare, one that Maya was certain had sent sane men running for the hills.

The Doctor didn’t avert his gaze until attention was drawn to the newest recruit. He always felt such immense disappointment in humans who fell in line with the Master’s thinking, and he felt that, too, when the woman with the bloody bat walked forward. She inclined her head nicely to the Master at the introduction, and the Doctor caught the glint of metal when she did that. His gaze didn’t soften, but it hardened.

He blinked. ‘Impossible.’ Had the Master not seen it? Even from this far, the Doctor could make out what the woman wore around her neck. His eyes shifted to the Master’s own hand as he spoke to his crew, and he saw that the Master’s own ring was still there. He looked back to her, but she wasn’t looking to him. He couldn’t catch her eye at all. ‘Something’s wrong….’ He had sensed it almost as soon as Martha left, but now he knew. Now he thought he knew the source, too. It wasn’t just the paradox the Master had created that was throwing his senses off.

It was her.

The scowl returned immediately to his face as the hologram was brought up, and he did offer it a glance, before looking away from the brutality. As if it was necessary. What the Master did to Jack was bad enough.

Maya just watched with that same impassive expression, wondering how long it would take for the Master to get bored of watching himself beat a corpse.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 04:01:25 am
The video played, and it played again and again. It didn’t seem to affect the Master at all, while the rest tried to their struggle more and more each time. It was a horrible sight, and nobody’s corpse should ever be treated the way that one was. Lucy was avoiding the video, and would only look at it when the Master looked at her. To him, the video was a masterpiece, hard evidence and glory being played back to back, and one that should be enjoyed by all.

“Come now, Doctor,” he called to the Time Lord in a way that was spiteful, “is my movie not to your taste? You should enjoy it like the rest of us! What about you, Jack? Are you jealous that the pest won’t wake up, like you do?” There was silence, which made the Master look around, pretending to be concerned for his guest. “What, is he still dead? Oh no!” One good look at Jack proved otherwise.

Jack was alive, but he was not in good condition at all. The torture he’d suffered was evident throughout his body, and his face showed both hatred and defeat. Jack was not weak by anyone’s standards, but the Master’s technology and army kept him captive. He’d tried to escape countless times, and the times that he had, it had all been for fun. When the days grew dull, the guards allowed Jack to escape, and they made a game of it.

It was humiliating.

After one more playback, the teleporter made it’s all too-familiar sound. The Master threw his hands forward in defeat, completely leaning back on his chair. The hologram disappeared, and the general crowd could feel themselves feel immediately better. Even those that had truly joined the Master were not strong enough to witness something so horrible.

Robert emerged from the hallway that led into the room, looking perfectly clean and calm. Behind him came the guards that had been sent to protect him as he established order back into the barely standing factory building. Fewer guards returned than the ones that had left. One of them, looking particularly dirtier than the others, was unfamiliar to everyone in that room. Well, almost everyone.

“Master,” they all bowed as Robert spoke, and the paralegal’s voice was wary, “two of our guards were killed by scattered rebel forces. The rebels are dead now, and our administration has regained control of the area. Their lead guard was promoted, and as we lost two of ours, protocol dictates that he be promoted to Valiant guard. Saved our lives, he did.”

The Master, despite how excited and insane he’d been a few seconds before, was now completely serious. He straightened up and gave the guards a once over. The new guard towered over the others, and he seemed able enough. Truth be told, he couldn’t care less about either of them. The news that two of his guards had been killed could have been muted and it wouldn’t have made a difference. He looked for a package, a package of certain goods that he’d demanded.

Robert seemed to anticipate the Master’s question.

“And we’ve got what you wanted, Master.”

The smile returned. “Good riddance,” he crossed his legs and signaled for the guards to take their place on the carrier.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 04:18:10 am
There were times, like then, that the Doctor wondered if his friend had ever been within the man who called himself Master. His glare was harsh, but he didn’t rise to the bait to answer the Master. He rarely spoke to the Master anymore. There was no point to it.

Eventually, though…this would all be over with. He just had to wait a little longer for Martha to get things set up on Earth. Then all of this would be reversed and forgotten.

The more defeated he acted, the better. The Doctor looked to Jack when the Master mentioned him, eyes passing over the woman who didn’t avert her gaze from the hologram. He then caught Jack’s eye. He knew this was killing Jack, not in the physical way, but in a much worse way.

For that alone, the Doctor almost hated the Master.

They had to endure it together, and the Doctor had never been able to tell Jack there was hope. He assumed Jack had guessed, though. Not the details, but he knew Martha was out there, somewhere. She’d save them.

Another playback, and that familiar teleporter sound reached their ears. The video was turned off, blissfully leaving them in the silence without the sound of metal on flesh. The Doctor took a glance at the bat given over to the woman, and wondered briefly how she had gotten it, and why the Master didn’t keep it for himself.

Then, his gaze moved to Robert and the guard, a new figure there that he didn’t recognize. Yet, even he could figure out this wasn't a standard guard of the Master from the ground. Far too dirty. Somehow, that reasoning didn't seem enough, but the Doctor was certain of it. There was something different about this boy that Robert brought up, which was strange. Robert didn't cross him as a traitor.

Maya did, though. ‘You aren’t a guard.’ Maya didn’t dare let it show that she knew him, or that she could see quite easily that he wasn’t a guard. She knew the guards of that area. ‘Rebel, then. With the other….’ She concluded it quickly, enough time spent on the ground to put the details together. If she had more shame, she might have looked guilty, or even embarrassed for her own actions, but not an ounce of apology showed on her face as she looked over him, and then Robert’s crew.

Eden was among the bouncing toclafane, at least. ‘Fine Bob. Be stupid. It’s your funeral when Donovan acts.’ No more Donny. They could never be so familiar again, not even in thought. Again, Maya turned the ring on her finger, unconscious of the action. The guards were signaled to positions, and Maya glanced towards Jack. ‘What does he mean by you?’

Best to consider the strange, rather than Donovan.

Best to consider anything new and different.

Besides, she didn’t know where her station was to be, so remaining where she was seemed best.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 05:05:04 am
Donovan had seen too much, and he had waited far too long for someone to stop the Master’s madness. It had changed him and made him think that he could no longer be surprised. When Juls died, he’d been proven wrong. Just several moments later, he was proven wrong again. When he took a good look around the main room in the Valiant, it proved to be overwhelming in its own right. The first man he saw was beaten down and dying, and this was a man he found familiar. The second was someone that didn’t resemble a man at all, but a creature much too old and much too weak to be a threat. This posed the wonder of why the Master had even bothered to cage him.

Then the answer came to him, almost instantaneously. The old man, the weak man, was the very man that Donovan had been waiting for. It was the Doctor, and Donovan’s faith had been ill-spent. He’d been defeated, and Donovan’s heart seemed to sink into his stomach. He tried his hardest to keep his own feeling of defeat hidden, and he turned away pretending to take another look at the room.

‘Maya?’

Donovan’s brows furrowed into a tight line, and his gaze grew intense as the woman’s familiarity was confirmed. It was her, except that she was so different. Everything about her was unfamiliar from the last time that he saw her, and it was almost frightening. He turned away from her, angry that she’d killed the only person that had made this place even remotely bearable. Within seconds, he believed he knew why. He understood.

Maya was doing the same thing that he wanted to do. They were both set out to stop the Master and put an end to his rule. With that thought, hope was reborn. Perhaps all they needed to do was help the Doctor, release him from the confines that bound him.

“We’ve dallied long enough,” said the Master, rising. “My rule is not without its minor threats,” after all, Earth could be conquered from outside forces, “and I think it time that we get back into building up our defenses. Don't misbehave!” The Master ordered that last bit in song, and he laughed. He then walked over to Jack, and literally leashed him around the neck - collar and everything. Jack attempted to fight back, but he was too weak. Physical torture was not the only thing he had to endure, but also starvation. It was a sick game that the Master played, and not even the discomfort of a leash seemed noticeable.

The Master needed to give no more dismissal, and so Robert took charge. It was he, after all, that monitored and managed the personnel aboard the valiant. People scattered, as they each had a duty aboard the carrier. Two of them, however, were still in need of assignments.

“Donovan,” he addressed the new guard first, “you’ll be here for the rest of the day. You can clean up afterwards. I’ll show you to your quarters when your shift ends. I’ll give you a tour, too.” Then he turned to Maya, and his whole expression darkened in disgust. “You,” he wouldn’t bother to call her by name, even if the Master had adopted the name he’d given her, “you will be by the flight deck—”

“No,” said the Master firmly as he began to drag Jack out of the room. Jack began to gag. “I want the killer to look after this one,” he gave the asphyxiating man a wicked smile, “maybe she’ll learn how to have a little more fun with her toys this way. Practice,” he turned to Maya and waved her over, “makes perfect.”

Robert tried to hide his disapproval, so he said nothing on the matter. Instead he inclined his head in acknowledgement of his order.

“Master?” asked Robert mid-bow.

“What?” The Master replied, a little annoyed.

“Might I have a word at your earliest convenience?”

The Master gave a half-hearted nod before turning back around and dragging Jack out of the room. This was agreement enough for Robert. The gags were growing louder and louder.

“Come, killer. I’ll teach you a few tricks.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 05:19:55 am
‘Me.’ Maya looked to Robert as he showed his disgust, so clear. She didn’t even acknowledge that she knew him, and would have gone about the order as he said, but the Master saw to it that Robert didn’t wield dominion over her that day.

Again, her expression completely blanked. ‘German Shepherd is not going to work.’ Dogs bit their Masters too soon. She needed something clever. Her mind reached back into its wealth of roles from so many plays, so many shows, and tried to find one that could be cruel enough while the game lasted, that wouldn’t lose its sense of loyalty to the true cause.

The sound of Jack choking wasn’t making it easy as she followed along, resisting the temptation to look over her shoulder and stick her tongue out at Robert. She wasn’t even sure how such a thought entered her head. She blamed the Master’s own childishness.

Maya asked, “Why is this one special, Master?” while they walked with the gagging and leashed man. Jack. She didn’t know this Jack at all, but then, she didn’t know the old man, either. He seemed relevant, given the name ‘Doctor’ and all. Funny how Jack didn’t seem to have a nickname. Just Jack.

~***~

‘Killer.’

The Doctor found he was almost soothed by that. Jack would be in hands that weren’t torturous, naturally. He wondered, though, if it would last. The woman had watched that video without so much as looking away. It wasn’t a feat he could manage. It wasn’t a feat anyone there but the Master managed. Not even Lucy, who had such a dead look to her eyes….

The Doctor looked to the guards who were staying behind, and to the new one. Donovan. ‘Donny.’ His mind suggested it instantly. Better times, he thought, they might have been friends.

Usually the guards didn’t do much here—there wasn’t much to do, except make sure the Doctor didn’t do anything. His one and only escape attempt, though, had been a farce. His reward had been to lose even more of his years.

He supposed the guards were often bored being left here. They did tend to start chatting amongst themselves, or doing other things. The Doctor kept his gaze on Donovan, though. Calm, collected. He would see if Donovan would find the courage to come over. ‘You won’t get in trouble.’ The Doctor had chatted, on occasion, with the other guards or with Lucy. Poor, poor, Lucy. Those talks had become quite rare, as the reality of the situation became more unendurable. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 06:03:26 am
The Master stopped, a little surprised. Had he not been clear before about Jack? Had she not heard from the others, or just assumed the obvious? Instead of allowing his disapproval show, he turned to Jack, finding that perhaps a demonstration would be better. It didn’t matter what she did or didn’t know in that moment, it mattered that she would learn what was expected from her. Who better than Jack to show her?

“You’ll learn,” said the Master, stepping on Jack’s neck to speed the process. Turns out, the process needed not much speeding. Jack had already been holding on to his last grip on life. The Master’s actions only made his death more evident. “This embarrassment is Jack,” he rolled his eyes, “and he can’t die. He’s dead now, sure,” the Master kicked him again for fun, “but he’ll wake. You can practice on him.”

And so he continued on his way, this time dragging a corpse behind him.

“You need to have fun in your retaliation, killer. It is the only acceptable way to do things around here. Can’t you see that this is the only thing Jack is useful for? You’ll see him when he awakens.” The Master seemed to be thrilled about that. “We’ll take turns!”

The man was absolutely insane.

The Time Lord arrived where Jack was normally kept, and he signaled for Maya to enter. The Master wanted the Doctor to really feel Jack’s absence. The Doctor was alone, and the Master would never let him forget it. The room was vile, clearly the place where countless tortures had been conducted. Despite the obvious fact that it had been cleaned, it still maintained an aura about it. It was morbid and deathly.

“You’ll be here for the rest of the day,” the Master handed the leash to Maya. “Do not disappoint me, killer.”

The Master’s eyes grew ominous and dark.

***

Robert took his leave, planning to wait for the Master to return to his usual room. He had a couple of things on his mind, and the Master was not one that would ignore reason.

Donovan remained in the main room with the Doctor and another guard. The guard, luckily, took to the other end of the room, gazing out the carrier window that took that majority of the northern wall. He exchanged not even a glance with Donovan, and his expression showed boredom above anything else. He hadn’t even looked towards the Doctor. Did he not know who the Doctor was?

The young new guard took a couple of deep breaths when no one was looking, trying to keep his calm above the feeling of loss and despair. His eyes lost the seriousness for a second, and instead showed his frustration. Donovan paced back and forth before finally deciding that speaking with the Doctor was worth the risk. Casually, he decreased the distance that separated him from the Doctor. He lingered nearby the Doctor’s cage, but far enough that the other guard could not hear them.

“I know who you are, Doctor,” he whispered with a tone that was almost pleading. In that moment, Donovan looked his actual age – young and completely in over his head.   
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 06:20:08 am
Some things were difficult to believe without evidence. The Master killed this Jack before her eyes, and said he would return to life. He had suggested as much before, but as Jack was dragged behind, Maya found herself believing it.

Jack wouldn’t die.

The Master had been doing this for a while. ‘Why me?’ Were the other guards of the Master expected to learn this sort of behavior? The way they had all found the mere desecration of something dead to be so unbearable seemed to suggest otherwise. How could they then torment someone to death, over and over, if they couldn’t bear to see something already dead, ruined?

She’d done something very right, and very wrong, with her act. Maya entered the torture chamber, and glanced around at the myriad of objects. ‘Needs a brazen bull.’ She would not say that aloud. Ever.

‘I….’


Doubt wasn’t allowed. The word ‘cannot’ never manifested, but was shot down by the reminder that she was no longer herself. She took the leash in hand when it was given. “I will not.” What option did she have? If she disappointed the crazy man, he’d kill her. ‘And Jack won’t die.’ Was that a mercy or a curse? “Once he wakes….” Her eyes skimmed the room of its instruments again, wondering. Yet, her fingers drummed on the bat, seeming to give it more consideration than anything else in the room.

No, she didn’t want to do this. Not at all.

Her wants didn’t matter, though. She had to, until she could find the perfect moment to put a bullet in the Master’s brain.

~***~

The Doctor had not expected Donovan to know him. His surprise showed in his too-wide eyes, and then his smile became apologetic. If Donovan knew who he was, then, “I’m sorry,” was all that the Doctor could say, “I’m so, so sorry.”

He reached out for Donovan’s hand, “What are you doing here, Donny?” He couldn’t understand it, then. He thought to ask, “Did you see Martha?” Perhaps that was how Donovan knew of him. Perhaps he had heard from Martha of him. Oh, the Doctor longed to hear that Martha was traveling about, longed to hear that his legacy was known through her.

Then, he’d know it was all going according to plan. He didn’t doubt her, but blind faith was just that—blind. Confirmation was always desirable in such situations.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 03:54:04 pm
The Master looked to Maya curiously, as if attempting to decipher her. He would have used his psychic abilities, but something about her was acting like a wall against them – rendering them largely useless and making her that much more interesting. He was intrigued, even though he’d told himself that he was simply upset about it. As she took the leash from him, he huffed, giving her a smile that was anything but friendly. 

“Find Bob if you’ve gotten lost,” he said dismissively, “but be aware that I will be checking up on you. I may just make you one of my personal guards.”

It was such a strange feeling. Despite the drums that constantly chimed in his head, he was still able to feel something a little strange for this woman. He couldn’t quite figure it out, the more he spent in her presence, the more he couldn’t ignore it. If things kept going the way they were, he might just kill her for sport.

With those dark thoughts, he took his leave without as much as a goodbye.

Jack’s corpse just rested there, dirty from being dragged about the aircraft carrier. His neck was bent in a way that looked painful, but it was not broken. It was hard for anyone to see that this man had once been one of the most handsome and charming time agents of all time. Too much had been done to him for that. He’d hate to admit it, but he was beginning to lose his confidence in both the Doctor and Martha. Something would have already happened.

It took a while, as minutes drifted by without the corpse moving a single inch. Then, after some time, Jack’s chest heaved forward as the life was zapped back into him. Immediately he struggled at the collar, as it had tightened and tightened as he was dragged on the floor. His eyes were beginning to water, but he could still see that he had been taken down to his chamber, and that he was alone with the new guard.

He would have screamed at the realization that this simply meant that his torture had merely started again, but was unable. Jack could barely breathe.

***

Donovan would have expected a great many things, but never would he had anticipated that the first words out of the Doctor’s mouth would be an apology. He was unprepared, and unbelievably surprised that his words had such a powerful effect on him. He felt the instinct to turn away, as suddenly the frustration became more real and his eyes glossed in hushed agony, but the sight of the Doctor’s hand reaching out to him prevented it.

The young boy looked to the other guard, which seemed too occupied with the outside to notice anything else. Instinct took over, and his hand also reached for the Doctor’s. When the Doctor referred to him as Donny, Donovan seemed not to even notice. He would not have expected it, but he also would not have minded it. It didn’t feel strange.

Still, before Donovan answered the query, his hand slipped back to his side. “I needed to do something,” he whispered, turning away. “He needs to be stopped, Doctor.” At the mention of Martha, Donovan seemed confused. He’d not heard about the Doctor from a woman named Martha, and for a moment he felt like he was missing something. Naturally, he remembered some of the rumors he’d heard from jumping from one refuge group to the other.

Donovan had not started to rebel until he’d met Juls.

“I'm sorry, I’ve not heard of a Martha,” he said, understanding what his words must mean to the Doctor, “but we can still do something, Doctor. I can help.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 05:26:39 pm
When all was said and done, Maya wondered if she would be able to live with herself. The Master threw the perfect promise, the hint that she might be that much closer to him, and to her ultimate goal, there in his parting words. ‘So we won’t be taking turns, then.’

When the Master had gone, she let go of the leash since there was no point in dragging Jack around. She looped it through a D-ring in the wall, but even she knew that was more for show. A strong pull would easily get it loose. ‘The worst torments are betrayal, but you wouldn’t let me have the time.’ Maya thought when she spotted the fridge.

There was gas, and Maya found herself wondering if Jack could come back from even ashes, before she heard the gasp that signified he was alive. She turned back around to see him struggle at the collar immediately. He could breath, but the collar was still hindering it. “Hold on,” she didn’t need him dying from that. That wouldn’t be her doing.

She approached without much consideration, and would reach up to loosen the collar so that Jack could breathe easier. She couldn’t explain it, but of all the people in that building, Jack was the one Maya almost thought she could trust—even over Donovan, over the Doctor, and over Lucy.

~***~

Nothing that Donovan said made the Doctor happy. He tried to convince himself that, of course, Martha couldn’t reach every individual. He looked disheartened that Donovan hadn’t even heard of her, though. That was the odd part to the Doctor. He couldn't even force himself to look optimistic for the sake of this new guard.

Some of the hope must have faded from his expression, because Donovan spoke immediately that they could do something. He drew his hand back and stepped back into it, further isolating himself. There was always more that could be done, but he couldn’t…he didn’t have a key to the TARDIS and he didn’t know where the Master was keeping those keys. If he knew that, he could tell Donovan to steal one, and go inside the TARDIS, destroy it…reverse it all….

But the Doctor still had hope in Martha, and so he shook his head, rather than tell Donovan that there was something they could do. All they could do right now was wait. “No…no, just be patient.” Martha would pull through. His youth would be restored. Jack would get into the TARDIS. Everything would be made right…they just had to survive a year. “The Master’s insane, but….” He wanted to make it sound like he had some twisted faith in the man’s better nature.

‘But he’s still my friend.’
He had guessed what Donovan came to do, what he wanted, was to kill him. Even if the Master was logically, irredeemable, there was a part of the Doctor that hoped otherwise.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 07:40:24 pm
Jack struggled, half-tempted to kick away the guard that was approaching him, as he figured that she was there to torture him some more. When she spoke, however, she didn’t seem like the torturing kind. She was cold and distant, but Jack could feel something unusual about her. He stopped his struggling and took in deep breaths after the collar was removed. Jack let the air fill his lungs despite the pain of his injuries.

Of all the ways that he had died, asphyxiating was one of the ones he hated the most. He couldn’t easily forget the feeling, and it tormented him.

When he tried to speak, he realized his voice was coarse. The damage to his neck had not completely recovered. Jack momentarily hung his head in defeat, but managed to shift his eyes towards this unfamiliar guard. He’d endured the presence of most of them, but she was different.

“Are you here to play with me?” Despite himself, Jack couldn’t help the familiar charming smile that appeared across his face. His vision was slightly blurry, but he could make eye contact with the girl. He wouldn’t enjoy it, but at least she was a pleasant change of sight.

***

The Doctor stepped further into his cage, and Donny took a step forward, pretending to be guarding him. It had not been easy on him, and Donovan could tell. It was clear that the Doctor was waiting for someone, and so it meant that Donovan was also meant to wait. He had faith the this aged man would solve everything, and that there would be a chance for him to rebuild from what he’d lost – and he’d lost so much…

“I can help,” he repeated, contemplating his previous plans. He’d burned down the factories, and he would find a way to stop this. He didn’t like the idea of killing another person, but if it meant that things would go back to normal, then he had to consider it. “I don’t want to,” he spoke as if he’d read the Doctor’s mind. ‘I don’t want to kill him…’ He struggled verbalizing the truth. “But if there is no other way,” he shook his head, even distrusting himself with the idea.

He turned back to the Doctor, hand in his gun holster. “We can wait.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 08:17:00 pm
She was allowed to loosen the collar, to remove it completely, and to toss it aside. She took a couple of steps back to let the man adjust to his brief respite. What would be mercy to him, that would look like torture to the Master? Nothing efficient. Again, her gaze trailed idly to the can of gas.

There was a sound that wasn’t quite words, and she let her gaze shift back to Jack. One side of her mouth quirked up when he tried to speak, and then when he found the words. “Yes, I am,” she answered him honestly, “I’m Maya Porter,” in case he’d been dead when the Master introduced her, “or Frankenstein’s Monster, whichever you prefer.” Considering she was doing the bidding of this ‘Frankenstein’.

No, that didn't work either. Curses. “I see you’re not a fan of asphyxiation.”

There was something almost easy about conversing with him. “Neither am I.” Her steps took her towards the gas can. She still had to do something, didn’t she? “What are your thoughts on fire, if the smoke inhalation isn’t what kills you?” Gas to the skin should make it be the fire itself that killed, and not the smoke. She cast her eyes back to Jack for a response. 

~***~

The look on the Doctor’s face when Donny said ‘if there is no other way’ was impossible not to understand. It said ‘no’ in the strongest way. There were other ways. There were always other ways. “It wouldn’t fix anything.”

The Doctor was looking for a total fix, to wipe clean the slate. He would restore his own youth and strength. He would save all those who had been killed. He would see that no one remembered it—no one, except the people here. In that way, he felt bad for Donovan. He shouldn’t be here. He should be down there, so that when all was said and done, he wouldn’t remember this. He would be spared the horrendous memories, not just of what had happened, but no doubt, of what Donovan had to do in order to get here.

He wondered, briefly, if Donovan had killed before, but he was too afraid of the answer to ask. “It’ll be all right.” He shouldn’t be saying that, he knew, but the Master wasn’t here. There was no one here to hear, except Donovan, and he had to keep Donovan from killing the Master…from killing his worst friend…. “Just trust me.”

Just wait.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 16, 2015, 11:45:08 pm
‘Maya Porter.’

Jack told himself that he would remember that name. As it turned out, this Maya was more verbal than what he would have anticipated. Her voice gave no sign of worry about what she was going to do to him, but he could tell that her mind was racing– likely trying to figure out the best way to approach the tasks given to her. Just how cruel would she be to him? Would she choose what was known to upset him? Would she even ask?

“I’m Jack Harkness,” said Jack, moving himself back by pushing down on the floor with his weak hands. Eventually, his back found the wall and he rested his head against it. He shook his head her other name, trying to hold back a cough as he smiled. “I don’t think that suits you, Maya...” She didn’t seem like the type that could be compared to Frankenstein’s Monster.

Upon hearing the word ‘asphyxiation’, he gave a weak shrug. “I don’t prefer it, no. They don’t leave cool scars, you see.” There was another cough, and this time a wheeze. Fire. Now they were talking. “I can’t say that I’m a fan of that either,” he loved his body, after all. Fire would cause a whole lot of opportunities, however, and if it grew large enough it could kill everyone onboard. That’d certainly be a way to stop it all.

“Try whatever you want, Maya,” said Jack, finding his eyelids heavier and heavier. “You’re the cat, and I’m the helpless mouse.”

***

Donovan wanted to believe the Doctor, to trust him and just wait for something to stop this situation from getting worse. He had waited already, and nothing seemed to be getting better. The young boy didn’t know the Doctor very much, but one good look at him had made it clear that killing the Master had never been his intent. Of course it hadn’t, he was called the Doctor – doctors didn’t kill, they healed and helped people.

Could that be enough in this case?

“I do trust you, Doctor,” said Donovan, and it was true. That didn’t mean, however, that he didn’t have any concerns. Quite the opposite, his concerns were endless. If he could only get an opportunity, he could stop this once and for all. Juls was dead, and he hadn’t even the time to mourn him. This had always been one of the goals, and now he was so close to it.

Would it be worth to wait? Donny somehow felt like he might go mad if he did. Clearly, he wanted to listen to the Doctor, but the conflict was evident upon his face.

“I’ll be back…,” he whispered he noticed the other guard moving about. Perhaps it was best if he didn’t stick to just one place.   
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 16, 2015, 11:59:13 pm
‘Want.’

Maya shook her head at the word Jack used. It wasn’t a want here, but a need that she didn’t want. She needed to torment Jack to move on, to move up, to end it all. “Fire can leave cool scars.” She tried as she picked up the gas can, “Might leave you out for a while.” There was a fire extinguisher on the opposite wall.

She didn’t know if it was a mercy or not, to be out of it, to be dead. She wanted to ask, but was too afraid of the answer to do so.

She couldn’t apologize, in case the Master was listening from somewhere. So far the chat had been innocent enough, but an apology would say far too much. She took the matches from a table, “I’m still trying to figure out what name suits, here. It isn’t Killer,” She admitted as she turned back to him. Killer couldn’t fit since she was expected to be less efficient about that, “So hold still, and we’ll try this. I don’t suspect you’ll last long.” She imagined that in his better days, he wouldn’t have been so helpless. She wouldn’t have been able to harm him in his better days, not like this, not so easily.

What a pity.

A deep breath, and she splashed the gas on him, can and bat dropping. The bat rolled to be stopped by her foot, while her hands lit the match, and threw it. She expected he’d scream at the fire, and mentally did her best to prepare for what would, no doubt, be a terrible sound.

Then, hopefully, silence for a long while as his body tried to repair itself from such drastic damage. Hopefully, he’d not feel any of that reparation.

~***~

The Doctor gave a solemn nod as Donovan spoke of coming back. He understood. No one could linger near him long. It was dangerous to do so. Self-preservation dictated that the guards move about the room. The Master might execute someone if he suspected that the Doctor had gotten into their heads, had turned them against the Master.

“I know,” was all he said, before Donovan left his side to do his duty as a patrolling guard, of a prisoner who had learned better than to act. After all, the last time he had, he’d managed to steal the laser screwdriver but had found it wouldn’t respond to him. Of course it wouldn’t. The Master had programmed it so that it would only respond to him. Genetic code thing.

Frustrating man. Always a step ahead.

‘But not forever. No, because you don’t understand forgiveness….’
And in that way, the Doctor knew he’d catch the Master off-guard, because Martha could lie so easily and throw the Master off, when at last they met. The Master would believe her lie about seeking a weapon that could kill Time Lords.

He had to. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 17, 2015, 12:34:12 am
That first evening on the Valiant was not easy on Donovan. He had a hard time just keeping his feelings on check, and the Doctor’s presence and strategy was not helping. Conversing with the other guards just made him more impatient, and with Robert constantly checking up on him, there was hardly any time for him to seek Maya and ask the questions that were constantly on his mind.

As time passed, Donovan realized that it was not the time that was the problem. He had many opportunities to speak with Maya, and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. She was much too different, and there was little point in it. If he’d agreed to wait like the Doctor had asked, nothing good would come from plotting with a person who was obviously not against killing others. The first night he could hear Jack’s screaming as his skin burned.

That gut-wrenching and shattering scream gave him nightmares that night.

Robert had shown him to where he would sleep, which was in a very small room that barely allowed the space to walk in and out. The bed was small and the ceiling was low. He’d heard that Maya was sleeping just across the hall outside his own room, but didn’t find the strength to check.  The first few nights of solitude were hard, and he found himself trying to keep himself together. With Juls gone, it was a lot harder than he thought.

A couple of months had gone by since he’d been on the Valiant, and Donovan had taken refuge in the Doctor. Speaking to him seemed to make things better, and even if he just stood there without conversation, his presence alone gave a calming feeling. Such a feeling was necessary when the Master found it necessary to torture Jack in front of them all. Maya hadn’t been ordered to do that yet, and for that Donovan was grateful.
 
He began to make relationships with the other guards who shared his patrol, and he’d memorized the entire blueprints of the Valiant. He knew which exit routes were the quickest, and where almost everything was kept. Naturally, there were a few places that were off limits, and Donovan was sure that he’d find useful things inside.

The sun was setting, and Jack was still being kept in the main room, despite the fact that the Master had been called away to deal with other issues. It was Donovan’s turn to guard the main room by himself, but he wondered whether the plans had been changed since now Jack was also there.

“Maya can take him back to where he belongs later,” said Robert, leaning against the wall opposite of where the Doctor was kept. He knew Jack was close to him, and still he spoke about him as if he were not there.

Jack despised Robert.

Donovan nodded, and it earned him a smile from Robert. “First night on your own, Donny boy.” Robert moved away from the wall and made his way out of the room. “Don’t be afraid to get a little violent if they give you too much trouble. Remember, the Master doesn't like it when they talk.”

“They know better than that, mate.”

Jack gave Robert the middle as he turned around, and Donovan pretended that he hadn’t seen it. Jack would take Donovan’s patrol any day over Robert’s.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 17, 2015, 01:47:09 am
Maya didn’t talk to the others, except for Jack and the Master, whenever the Master decided to talk to her. During one moment, she’d mentioned how it wasn’t too fun to kill a man who died of malnutrition within minutes of reviving. That seemed to change Jack’s diet for the better. She wouldn’t confess it, but that had been her hope in mentioning it. Now if she could just figure a way to get him actually exercised, that’d be a grand step.

Now and then, she spotted the Doctor staring at her in a way that boiled her blood. She couldn’t explain it, for the look wasn’t judgmental, but the question there…it seemed to burn to her core.

‘Who are you?’


Not that Maya could answer him, but it seemed to go deeper than that.

‘Who are you to the Master?’


And when she’d noticed it was the ring he was staring at, the one around her neck, she’d always cover it with her hand.

The Doctor still couldn’t get over that ring. He still couldn’t understand it, either, but he knew none of this was right. He had been able to mention it, once, to Jack, before the guards noticed they were talking and made sure to stop them. He was starting to doubt that she was anyone good now, though. She followed the Master’s orders without question, without hesitation, and he’d heard Jack’s screams enough times to know that they were not humane orders.

A couple of months passed by.

There was no word on Martha. By now, the Doctor would have expected something about Martha to have reached the Master. By now, her travels had to be known, her reach, known. So why wasn’t the Master mentioning it? He couldn’t be hiding it. He wasn’t that smart. He would have been boasting about how he was closing in on Martha or something, if news had reached him.

A couple months passed by, and Maya hadn’t yet managed to kill the Master. She didn’t sleep in the same area as Donovan or Robert, fortunately. Most nights, she sung herself to sleep. Now and then, she’d sing while Jack was recovering, but she tried not to do so when she knew others were around. It seemed…wrong…to sing there.

That day, the Master had gone off again, leaving her with Donovan and Robert. Bob. Whatever. Neither of them had spoke of their history together, but it was acknowledged in expressions and gestures, in tone. So, Maya heard the tone in which Robert mentioned her taking care of Jack, and she pushed off the wall she’d been leaning against and approached Jack.

She saw his gesture, mouthed, ‘I wouldn’t’ with a glance and then a disgusted look at Robert’s back. She did speak aloud, “I’ll go ahead and do it. Make Donovan’s work easier, Bob.” She did derive a twisted pleasure from calling Robert, Bob, though. Maya wouldn’t deny that.

The Doctor was not happy to have Jack moved away again. It would have been nice to have Jack around while Donovan was on guard duty. They might actually get to talk a bit. His disappointment was apparent, but he didn’t mutter anything about it, tempting as it was.

At least it would be nice to have Donny around, and neither of them would have to worry about other guards intruding or interrupting for a while.

Her hands undid the bonds that kept Jack in place, and one wound the leash around itself. A tug was made to tell Jack to follow along when all the bonds were off, and she turned to take Jack out of the room, hoping it wouldn’t be necessary to actually pull harder on the leash. That collar tightened far too quickly.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 17, 2015, 04:35:23 am
Robert muttered something under his breath when he heard Maya, but it was better left unheard. Instead, he kept walking.

Donovan pretended to smile, even though he had no real camaraderie with the paralegal. He had his moments when he felt like he could open up, but he never did. He looked towards the Doctor and frowned, realizing that Maya would waste no time in taking Jack back to where he’d be confined and tortured. Maybe one day Donovan could have watch over both the Doctor and Jack, though he very much doubted that would ever happen.

Maya took her leave, tugging gently at Jack to instruct him into following her.

Jack needed not be told twice, and he kept up surprisingly well. He’d been fed more in the recent months than he could have imagined, and he had Maya to thank for that. Despite the fact that she was the one in charge to torture him, he could feel that she was trying to keep it tamed. Jack did his part by exaggerating the pain that came from her torture, and it seemed to keep the other guards and the Master content.

“Maya,” called Jack casually as they walked, making sure beforehand that no one could hear them. “You want to burn me again?” He seriously hoped not, as that had also been a horrible experience, but he joked nonetheless. “That way you can take another peek of what lies beneath these clothes. Or you can just skip the burning part.”

He winked, even though he was facing the back of Maya’s head.

Jack thought that people should be more liberal with their bodies, and it was a pleasant surprise to wake up completely naked that night a couple of months ago. This was aside from the fact that the burns and the shock of waking once more were taking a toll on him, of course. It was getting better, and he was spanning more time dead than before. 

***

Jack’s whispers were barely audible to Donovan, and he had been listening for them. He shook his head and paced around the room, double and triple checking that he and the Doctor were, in fact, alone. In the distance he could hear the sound of conversation and laughter from the guards that were not currently on patrol.

They weren’t very funny to Donny.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep Jack here,” said the boy to the Doctor, tone still soft in precaution. “Maya is not exactly the easiest person to talk to, and the Master keeps such a close eye on her.” He’d noticed this quite quickly, and it made him worry for Maya’s sake. What was weirder was the fact that Lucy didn't seem to care. That or she didn't notice it at all.

Donovan had also been trying to keep contact with his other “guards” friends down below, but he had to sneak about to do so. Communication from the Valiant was not exactly allowed, but he’d managed just fine. It had only taken him a couple of minutes to figure out how the systems worked. Reaching out to further locations, however, was much too risky. For now, he only hoped that he’d get lucky and hear something worthwhile.

Sadly, that had not been the case.

“Still nothing, Doctor,” he said, “I can’t find anything on her. Things are going very well down there.”

It seemed like the last of the rebels had died out. Hope was truly starting to vanish.   
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 17, 2015, 04:52:28 am
Ah, Jack.

Maya imagined she would have a better sense of who she ought to be if Jack weren’t here. Jack was humanizing, even though he seemed to be the least human thing on this ship. He died and came back to life. Her constant torture of him should have deadened her, but it didn’t.

Jack understood, or at least, Maya deluded herself that he did. Perhaps that was the problem—she was deluding herself, about everything.

Yet, Jack joked, and somehow that made it easier to do so. She didn’t need to see his wink to know it was there.

A roll of the eyes and a flush of the cheeks led her to answer, “I’ve told you, Jack,” she said as the door opened for the two of them, “I’m engaged.” She even flashed the ring on her finger to remind him of this fact. She wasn’t sure why she bothered with it. She was 99% positive that Aeron was dead. He would never kneel to anyone else, and so he could not be alive.

She led Jack to where he was supposed to be restrained, “I haven’t been asked to torment you.” She still didn’t do it of her own will. She only ever did it when the Master told her to. She took her orders easily, of course. “So I suspect I’ll be turning in for the night, and you can rest, for once.”

Rest, restrained. She considered, though, “Or have you eaten yet?” Someone always had to feed Jack, since the restraints weren’t lifted. She glanced back after asking the question, to find out if he did need to eat or if he would prefer rest.

~***~

The Doctor sighed at Donovan’s apology, “It’s all right,” who could keep Jack here when it was the Master’s will that they be separated? It was part of his torture. To keep the Doctor so isolated and alone. The Doctor knew it.

It was strange, though. The way Donovan had spoken of Maya in the past seemed to show some confusion. That didn’t change now. There were questions there, unasked ones. “It’s all right,” he said again about the news of Martha. “I think we’ll all know when she makes herself known,” the Master would announce it. “I’m surprised she’s doing such a good job at being unnoticed,” he glanced anxiously towards the doors, but no one was entering.

He hadn’t asked Martha to start a rebellion, just to go about and get his name known. If people were being quiet, that might be good. The Master might pay them even less attention because of the peace. “It will all be fine,” still he was patient. Still he hoped. It must have been strange to see the Doctor depending on someone else. "Are you all right, Donny?" He knew, of course, that Donovan wasn't all right. No one could be all right on this ship, but he needed to check exactly what state the man was in.


Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 17, 2015, 05:22:38 am
Jack’s chuckle was soft, natural at Maya’s response. It seemed like that day had been a good one, as the Master had been busy elsewhere and had not the time to come and make sure that he was slowly being killed again. Time had shown him that Maya wouldn’t torture him unless she was ordered to, and so Jack was beginning to think that there was something quite strange about her allegiance. Not because she didn’t look like she was loyal to the Master, but because of the little things that one only notices after spending a great deal of time together.

He hadn’t kept track, but Jack was certainly seeing more of Maya than anyone else. Just like the Doctor seemed to be seeing more of Donovan, that strange guard. Maybe he could convince Maya to keep him with the Doctor for a while, but he wasn’t sure if she was on any kind of terms with Donovan.

“The ring doesn’t mean anything up here,” he muttered – at least not that ring. Jack had taken notice of the ring on Maya’s neck, and it was one of the things that he wanted to talk to the Doctor about. And where the hell was Martha? She was definitely taking her time. Another topic he was anxious to inquire after. He feared that something, or someone, had stopped her from spreading word about the Doctor. His expression darkened, but only briefly.

“I haven’t eaten,” he answered honestly, “why, are you going to take me out?”

Food, fun and jokes aside, would be a nice change of pace.

***

The Doctor remained in relatively good spirits about Martha, all things considered, and it made Donny feel calm. He seemed so sure that Martha was out there, and that she was just so successful at keeping herself out of the Master’s radar. His faith helped Donny, and it encouraged the possibility that this might just fix itself one day. If the Master was unaware of her, there was no way that he could prevent her.

“It will all be fine,” he mirrored the Doctor’s own words to himself, but the next query made him lose his role momentarily. It was just a second, but in that second Donovan stopped being a guard and became a kid again. The question was completely unexpected, and it made Donovan feel like he’d been an open book this whole time. This lapse in control was very quickly remedied, but he couldn’t keep his eyes from staying the Doctor’s.

“I’m fine,” he answered with the best lie he could come up with, and he doubted whether it was at all believable. Something about the Doctor made it hard for him to lie, as opposed to how easy it’d been for the others. “Why do you ask?”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 17, 2015, 05:34:32 am
‘No, it doesn’t.’ The ring was a decent excuse, though. Maya knew it didn’t mean anything, here, or down there. Even if, somehow, Aeron was still alive. Even if somehow, everything could be fixed, Maya knew she would throw the ring in his face and leave.

At least Aeron would never scare her again.

Jack hadn’t eaten, and Maya gave a tug to direct him over to the upright slab where he was usually confined. She bound his legs, and one arm. She didn’t want to feed him herself, and if the Master caught this and demanded explanation, she’d have one ready.

“I’d love to,” Maya said, “A good red wine and a steak dinner would be divine, but,” a shrug of the shoulders, “I’m afraid there isn’t a single place open, so we’ll have to eat in.” The fridge was always full of cold goods, but she held up a finger and stepped back, “I’ll see if the kitchen actually has anything,” and she turned to leave to fetch a warm meal, if there was one, or the supplies to make one. Maya was hungry, too, after all.

Maybe there’d be a wine there somewhere.

~***~

The answer was in Donovan’s expression, and not his words. It pained the Doctor to see the façade shatter in an instant, and to see Donny for what he really was—a scared and uncomfortable child.

Fine was always the worst lie in the world. “You’re not,” the Doctor said softly, and he turned his gaze towards one of the windows. “I can see it. I don’t want you to forget yourself, like everyone else on this ship.” If he kept hiding, he would become just like them, too. The Doctor feared that more than anything. He knew that Donovan had to act, but he didn’t want Donovan to lie to himself, the way so many of those on the ship did.

At least, the Doctor hoped so many of them were lying to themselves. He didn’t want to imagine the majority of them served the Master because they truly believed in what he was doing. He wanted to believe that most of them were scared—as scared as Donovan—until they’d lied to themselves often enough that they believed they weren’t scared.

Of course, the Doctor still saw it in the others, now and then. In their hesitation, or in Lucy’s case, whenever she flinched.

Again, it seemed just Maya had mastered the art of not being afraid. There were times, the Doctor wondered, why the Master hadn't killed her just for that. He did seem to delight in the fear of all the others, after all.

The Doctor changed the subject, “You knew Maya before, didn’t you?” He needed to know more, because she was the odd one out, “Who was she?” It would reveal a bit about Donny, too, he hoped. Who people knew often influenced who they themselves were.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 17, 2015, 06:10:51 am
Jack followed Maya as if it was routine, but the fact that Maya left one of his arms unbound was unexpected. It was definitely risky, but he didn’t mention anything of it. What would he say to her? ‘Don’t, I might escape?’ None of his previous escape attempts had succeeded, and he didn’t see how this one would be any different. All he did was wait these days, and he often times wondered whether waiting was actually the best that they could do in this situation.

A sharp pain came to his back, and the agony only showed on his face. His body still constantly complained about its injuries, and although he was in better shape than before, he was by no means stable. He had to endure it.

Waiting was all he really could do. What else was there?

He did smile at the wine, though – it was weak, but genuine. “Oh, what I would do for some wine…,” he breathed out, resting his head on the wall and closing his eyes. There were many desires that he missed. There were many people that he missed. They all came back to him in memory, and it was an entirely different form of pain that overcame him. He shook it off.

Maya was to go to the kitchen. It could have been coincidence, but Jack spoke the very instance before Maya stepped out of his chamber. “Don’t take too long,” he advised without opening his eyes, and he was surprised that he almost sounded concerned. In her absence, Jack entwined his free hand on the bind to the point where it seemed like he was bound. He wouldn’t take any risks.

***

Turns out, Donny had been an open book to the Doctor. In turn, the boy averted his gaze by choosing to look to the floor. It was getting darker outside, and the lights we’re not the brightest, so he could barely see his shadow on the floor as the doctor spoke.

He’d been caught.

“I have to be,” said Donny, and he truly believed it. He had to be fine to continue his charade. He was in too deep now. If he faltered, it would put other people in jeopardy. Robert, who had clearly vouched for him, would be in danger – and it was not only him. Donny tried to comfort himself, convincing himself that he was strong and that what he was doing in the Valiant was making a difference.

It definitely didn’t seem like it was.

At the question about Maya, Donovan slightly nodded his head.

“I hardly know,” he whispered, eyes looking around to make sure that they were still alone. “It wasn’t even that long ago since the last time I saw her. We met when I joined a theater in London, and it sort of went from there,” those times were not exactly happy in his life. “She’s different now.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 17, 2015, 06:26:08 am
‘Miss me?’ Maya could have joked about it, but wouldn’t. She did forget she left him with a hand unbound when she walked out.

Maya knew her way around the Valiant. She knew the places she was allowed to go, and knew the places she wasn’t. The kitchen was at least one place she was allowed, and at this hour it was rather empty. What food had been prepared wasn’t great—the fair for the guards was much less than what the Master got to eat, but it was better than anything Jack would ever be allowed.

The chicken hadn’t been put away, but it wasn’t cold yet. She found a tray and set two plates on it, added chicken, mashed potatoes with a country gravy, and then sought out something to drink. There wasn’t wine, unfortunately, not that she could locate. She half-suspected the wine was all kept by Lucy, but in her mind she’d turned Lucy into a wino despite there being no evidence to it at all. It’s what she would have done in Lucy’s shoes.

‘Nothing at all.’


Water it was. Healthy, fresh, water. Two glasses.

She returned with the tray balanced in one hand, and held up a finger when the door shut behind them, to suggest Jack be very quiet about this treat. Then, she overturned one of the small tables with a myriad of torture tools on it and walked it over to where Jack was, still holding the tray aloft. It wasn’t until she set the table down that she also set the tray down.

And remembered she’d left Jack unbound. His hand, however, looked to be locked up.

Maya wouldn't comment on his discretion.

She pulled the bind off it, “You can feed yourself, Jack.” She said. The table ought to be high enough for him to reach the utensils and the water. “Then I can put that hand back in the restraints.” She’d found a chicken leg for him, so he wouldn’t have to fuss over cutting into the chicken with one hand.

~***~

The Doctor could only feel guilt at what he was doing, with waiting. There might be other ways, but he wasn’t looking for them. Not really. He was waiting, and in doing so, he was putting Donovan through this hell—a hell Donovan wouldn’t forget. ‘You should have been down there. You could have still been a kid when all of this was….’

The Doctor didn’t say as much, though. He let his mind consider what Donovan said about the stranger, Maya, and frowned. ‘An actress, then?’ That was one hopeful possibility, and worrisome as well.

She was a damn good actress if it were true. He smiled a bit, “You were an actor?” He found it impressive, “What were you going to be in?” Something much lighter, even if was a reminder of the fact that it wasn’t happening. This new detail was certainly interesting.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 17, 2015, 03:40:13 pm
It was only Jack in the room, but the solitude wasn’t bothering him very much. He thought of the Doctor and he thought of Maya, awaiting whatever scraps of food he’d be given and hoping that he would get to talk to the Doctor sooner rather than later. The more time that passed, the more impatient he was about wanting to do something. He knew that the Doctor would never approve of killing, but he was beginning to see very little options aside from it.

Maya returned, and his spirits brightened. He wasn’t sure whether that was because of the food she was carrying, or because she seemed like she would eat with him. The food was much better than what he’d been given before, and although it was by no means excellent food, it could have been gourmet.

“I knew she’d hide the wine,” he muttered when Maya returned with only water to drink. He’d never pictured Lucy as a drinker, but it definitely suited her now. How else could she endure all of this? It was taking a great deal out of him, and he liked to think that he was a strong person.

“Thank you,” he said, slipping his hand from his pretend bind and reached for the food. He appreciated the fact that he wouldn’t need to cut into the chicken. At this point, that was a waste of time. He took a bite, and his body immediately demanded more. He’d been fed more lately, but he still felt starved comparatively. He forced himself to eat it slowly, or he would regret it. Besides, the more slowly he ate the longer Maya would have to stay.

‘The more likely it is to get caught….’ He ignored the thought, turning to Maya in between bites.

“Can I ask you something?”

He’d tread carefully, for he didn’t want to scare off the only person he frequently saw and didn’t absolutely despise.

***

Donovan laughed quietly, for a moment forgetting about everything.

“I wasn’t very good,” he clarified with modesty, “but I was originally supposed to play Borachio in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. I ended up playing Don John, in the end.” He smiled at the fun times he’d had in the theater, at the friends he’d left behind.  If only he could go back, do things differently…

This would have probably still happened.

“It was not my usual thing, you know,” he said matter-of-factly. “It was supposed to help me become more diverse, but I still preferred to play football. I loved my education, all the learning, even above that.” He breathed out, smile still intact. “It wasn’t too bad, I suppose.” It wasn’t. Nothing that happened in rehearsal had been bad. It was what happened outside of the theater that put a damper on his memories.

“Now I’m wondering whether I’ll do anything like that ever again.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 17, 2015, 07:04:14 pm
What was there to do but smile, however little it was, at Jack’s comment about Lucy? It seemed they were of the same mind there, another reason she could so easily delude herself that Jack understood. “I’ll look harder next time,” as if there would be a next time. Maya wasn’t even sure of that.

Everyday was a gamble, though. One day, she might misstep and the Master would take her head as punishment.

Jack ate slower than Maya, which didn’t really surprise her. To him, this was a luxury. Maya wouldn’t hasten him. She was in the habit of eating quick, and even though she had to cut into the breast, she found herself doing so quicker, and digging into the potatoes before Jack spoke again.

It was oddly nice to eat in the company of someone besides the other guards. She swallowed, answered, “You can ask,” but she gave no promise of any answers. She didn’t know what Jack intended to ask, after all. There were too many things that she couldn’t confess to him. “What is it?” She paused in eating to give Jack her attention.

~***~

“Ah, Shakespeare,” fond memories, the Doctor had.

He and Martha had gone to see Shakespeare. They’d helped him defeat the Carrionites, and knew why Love’s Labor’s Won was meant to be lost to time. He reminded himself of all of Martha’s cunning there, of all her action and capability, and hoped that it had stayed with her through these long months. “You’ll get to go back to it all, if you want,” the Doctor said.

He had to have faith. “I met Shakespeare once. Martha and I both did. We didn’t see that show—I’ll have to come see you in it,” he smiled to Donny. “I can’t picture you as Don John, though.” He couldn’t picture him as a villain at all, and the mere thought was a little amusing. He bet the boy could pull it off, though. If he was managing this…managing to fool the Master and so many others, then he could pull off Don John. Don John wasn’t half so evil.

“What were you studying? Or, what did you want to study?” He rephrased, considering again Donovan’s age. He might not have had much freedom yet to truly pick what it was he wanted to do.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 20, 2015, 06:05:20 pm
Jack looked to Maya as she stopped eating to give him her undivided attention. This was not something that anyone had done to him. He’d gone ignored more times than he cared to count, and even with the Doctor there was a slight disconnection, even if it came from Jack himself.

“Is this where you wanted to be?” The question came out cautiously, but that was because he didn’t want to alert others of what was happening inside his chamber. “I mean, the Valiant,” he clarified, returning to his food. “You were clearly a guard of rank before,” another bite, “which is more than I can say about that other one, Donovan.”

Though he had been nice to look at.

“You’re very hard to read, you know.” He almost chuckled, but instead only a weak smile appeared on his face.

***

Donovan’s smile was wide this time, his perfect teeth showing at long last. He could only vaguely remember the last time he’d smiled like that. “I didn’t think so, either,” he admitted in what could be interpreted as modesty. “It wasn’t my thing at all, but they seemed to like my take on the character. I practiced, too, so that might have helped a bit.”

After all, he wasn’t supposed to play that role originally.

He gave a shrug before addressing the Doctor’s next query. This one brought on a different kind of a smile, one that wondered what would have happened if the world hadn’t gone to hell. Donovan had high aspirations, and he felt like he was capable of achieving so much. He was well on his way to obtaining a blank check to pay for his school, athletic and academic scholarships lining up for him since his start at the academy.

“I went to the London Academy of Science,” its prestige was known throughout England, “and I wanted to pursue something in Physics or Mathematics.” In another time he would have been accepted into a great program for both of those things. “I used to like numbers.”

Now they seemed to have lost their appeal.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 20, 2015, 06:24:23 pm
The truth would be correct in this instance, but Maya found the question strange. She suspected there would be a follow-up. “Yes, this is where I wanted to be,” this was the only place she’d ever have a chance to get at the Master, even if so far that was still a difficult task.

She had opportunities. None of them had been certain enough to take. Maya knew she would only get one shot at it. If she failed, then all of the blood on her hands was for naught. If she failed, Angelus’s death was for naught. ‘He could have done this better.’ He probably would have brought the Master to the ground. He would have found a way to get the Master out of his safe haven.

Maya had to work within the security. “I don’t know about the other one myself. He was no guard I knew,” but Maya wouldn’t deny it outright, even if she did not believe Donovan was a guard at all in the past.

At Jack’s comment on her readability, she gave no response. It was part of the goal, after all. Instead, she pushed her plate aside, chicken eaten, but potatoes only half-so. She didn't have much of an appetite. She didn’t hurry Jack, but it was clear she was done eating. She did still sip at her water. “What are you to the Master?”

Sure, Jack didn’t die.

Maya knew there was more to it than that. He had a connection with that Doctor. She didn’t understand the dynamic.

~***~

The Doctor smiled with a bit of awe as Donovan confessed his interests. He would have been good at all that. ‘Will be.’ The Doctor forced his own thoughts to be optimistic. He had to remain that way, for the sake of them all. For his own sanity.

“Quite the varied interests,” he noted. An actor interested in the sciences. It was truly impressive, and from the way Donovan talked, he had been good at both.

He glanced around the ship they were in, ‘Must be how you’re able to figure out the Valiant so easily.’ The Doctor had come to understand the ship was built under the Master’s dictating, which no doubt meant it was a difficult beast. The Master was a genius. The Doctor would never take that away from him. Insane, but a genius.

“They’ll serve you well, when this is all done. I’m sure you’ll like math again,” the Doctor said, “I was more into physics,” the numbers were lost on him, but he understood physics in a way that had always baffled his teachers. Hell, it baffled the Master a time or two, as well. He never understood anything the ‘right’ way, as proven by his choice of instruments.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 20, 2015, 10:57:06 pm
Jack’s rising suspicion was becoming more and more likely. When Maya affirmed his question, he believed her, but the answer was still so vague – purposefully so, he thought. From what Jack had seen of her, she didn’t show any sign of enjoying what the Master commanded her to do. She didn’t show sign of distaste either, but that would result in death. Showing excitement would result in being rewarded.

At the question directed to him, he tensed slightly.

“The Doctor and I are friends,” though the stress that Jack put on the word “friends” was a sign that it was not so simple. Sometimes Jack didn’t even know what the Doctor was to him, or to anyone really. “The Master..., he uses me as a hobby, and as a way of torturing the Doctor.” The Doctor was kind, and he would never approve of the way the Master did things. The Master knew this, and he took great pleasure in reminding the Doctor of who was in control.

Jack looked to Maya, having finished his food.

“How will you do it?” He asked, convincing himself that this was not him being hopeful – that Maya was there to put an end to it. Was he overreaching? Had he misinterpreted Maya’s aloof nature and subtle mercy with something else?

He hoped not.

***

“I liked trying everything that I could,” he added, “that way you can see things and understand things that you ordinarily wouldn’t.”

Experiencing anything and everything was a way to expand the mind, to see things from many perspectives, and grow from it. He had considered moving away to attend a university away from his parents. They loved him, sure, but they were so myopic and restricting. He would have left them without a second thought.

And now….

Donny pushed the thought away.

“Physics,” he feigned a smile, “that’s the dream, isn't it? It’s so complex when you think about it, but so simple when you just look at it from a distance.” This, of course, was a thought given out of context. Half the time that Donovan got carried away with this topic, no one would understand. Donovan had given up after some time, and thought it best to wait until he spoke with others who found the same fascination that he had.

“One day,” he breathed out, “all we have to do is wait, right?”

Martha would come.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 20, 2015, 11:19:57 pm
What Jack was to the Master was cleared up. It was a confirmation more than anything. The real question should have been ‘who is the Doctor to the Master’, but she imagined not even Jack knew the answer to that. The way he called Doctor ‘friend’ said as much.

Then came a question Maya couldn’t answer, and couldn’t even pretend to understand. That blank expression returned. She was surprised he would ask something so boldly. If he was trying to get her killed, that was one sure way.

‘Gun. Bullet to the head.’


Simple and efficient.

Rather than answer, Maya rose, leveling her gaze with Jack’s. She did want to tell him and confirm it all to him, but she couldn’t. “I am not certain what you’re asking,” she informed him. “but the hour is late and I do not know when I’ll need to be up,” eight hours of sleep was a laughable dream on the Valiant. “So I’m afraid this is all you’ll get to enjoy.” Not that there was anything left. Jack had cleared his plate. Maya stepped forward to Jack and reached for his hand to put it back into the restraints.

Perhaps her haste to leave the conversation would do all the talking for her.

~***~

Experience was one of the best teachers. It wasn’t always kind, but there was no substitute for it. He was glad to see that Donovan seemed to enjoy that, too. He wanted to experience so much. ‘Here is one experience he won’t forget.’

The Doctor’s smile faltered. He supposed, sometimes, it was kinder to forget.

No, this wasn’t an experience he needed. He wasn’t sure how it could ever help Donovan to remember this. “Oh, physics is easy,” the Doctor jested, “You just need a box to think in that’s bigger on the inside.”

His TARDIS would have blown Donovan’s mind. Shame it was now that wretched Paradox Machine. “It will all be fine,” he confirmed. “You really…you should find a way back down there again, you know.” It’d be much better for Donny down there. It certainly didn’t have the casual brutality that the Valiant had. It couldn’t.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 12:04:54 am
Maya didn’t know what Jack was asking, apparently, but he wasn’t so sure that he believed it. If anything, her hurry in leaving him was a sign that the conversation was becoming an uncomfortable one. More and more, his mind was accepting the idea that he and Maya could be allies in this. The Doctor would continue to wait for Martha, but Jack didn’t think he could wait so long. The next time he’d see Martha, he ought to mention that she shouldn’t have taken her sweet time.

“I enjoyed it quite a bit,” said Jack as he let himself be bound, smiling. He didn’t need an answer anymore. He’d convinced himself, and there was no turning back. When Martha at long last arrived, perhaps there wouldn’t be anything left for her to do. “Thank you, Maya.”

Jack couldn’t foresee the next time that this would happen again, especially after he’d asked the question. 

“Don’t miss,” he said quietly, closing his eyes in rest.

***

A box that was bigger on the inside. Donny actually let out a short and soft laugh, shaking his head in slight disbelief. Could that be possible? He didn’t discard the idea from his mind, he knew better than that. So much of science was based in facts, but it was through imagination that people made breakthrough discoveries.

With a second thought, Donny concluded that of course it was possible!

“Wouldn’t that be something?” The idea of something like that was absolutely fascinating. “I’m having a hard time picturing it, but physics is amazing. There is so much that I don’t yet understand,” the idea frightened and encouraged him. This is how Donovan learned; he had a thirst for it. He would never want to stop learning and exploring.

The conversation then turned to the land below, and Donovan shook his head. “I can’t,” he spoke softly but decidedly, “I couldn’t live with myself. Not now that I’ve seen what’s happening here. How he’s treating you, and….” After a short pause. “I can still help here. I know it.”  
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 12:22:55 am
Too much, and just enough. Maya restrained Jack once again, replaced the table to where it had once been and put all the tools back on it. She took up the plates as he thanked her, but didn’t return any polite words.

She reached the door when Jack told her not to miss, and she did look back at him—eyes shut, seeming more at peace then she’d ever seen him. ‘Great.’ It was another weight, but Maya had no right to protest. She had put herself in this situation, and she would see it through. Before, she didn’t have anyone actively pressing her towards action, though.

They were all dead.

She pushed open the door and faces seemed to flood her mind, the hundreds that should have been faceless and nameless surfacing as if she’d known them personally. She took long strides to reach the kitchen without running, and she quickly washed off the dishes and set them aside to dry. At some point, she had started to hum again.

She didn’t even know when she’d started to actually sing, but she was doing so on her way back to her small room.

“No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden,”


Yet another song that wouldn’t have been known in that year.

~***~

Donovan refused to go down there. The Doctor couldn’t tell him why it would be for the best. It would reveal too much of his plan, and he couldn’t risk the Master ever hearing any of it. He could just pretend to be worried for the boy’s sanity, while he hung out up here. “I know you can, Donny,” the Doctor wouldn’t say Donovan couldn’t do anything.

Right now, he provided the Doctor with hope and companionship. That likely wasn’t the ‘something’ that Donovan wanted to do, but it meant so much to the Doctor. When this was all over, he’d have to show him the box, and then see what Donovan went on to do with that knowledge. “But you don’t have to. It’s not a burden someone your age should bear.” He knew Donny was young. He didn’t know how young, exactly, but he knew that he had no business up here on this ship, seeing all that he was.

Not that any of the guards really deserved that, but he had less sympathy for some of them, like Robert and Maya, who seemed to go along all too easily with whatever the Master wanted. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 02:03:28 am
Jack was left alone as Maya left, and she did so without saying another word to him. The silence was somehow not so haunting that evening. It could have been the food he ate, or it could also be the fact that he felt like things were beginning to fall into place. It didn’t matter that his muscles still seemed to ache, or that he didn’t feel as strong as he wanted to. There was something different in the air, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Slowly, he began to drift off into sleep. There was no doubt that the Master would have him up in a couple hours, but he doubted that this time he would begin rethinking his fate. The guards got their sleep, and the Master took command of his own playtime.

When he’d wake, he would suffer.

***

But didn’t he have to? Didn’t Donovan feel like it was his duty to help and do his part? The Doctor didn’t seem to think so, but the young boy didn’t quite agree. There was no turning back, and something kept pulling him in. There was something that needed to be done, and he was the one to do it.

“Maybe I don’t have to,” he conceded, but then shook his head, “but I need to.”

Donovan didn’t want to admit it, but his sanity was leaving him. It was slipping away slowly, more and more as he waited for Martha. Speaking with the Doctor provided him with an escape, and it helped calm him down. The nights, however, were not kind. They were torture, and they were pressing him to act. Just how long was he supposed to wait? The Doctor helped, but would it be enough?

The sound of movement alerted Donovan, and he snapped up from his resting position immediately. He slipped back into his role as a guard on the Valiant, and his hand absently reached for the gun on his holster. He waited a few seconds, and he could barely make out that it was Maya, a darkened silhouette quickly making her way down the hall.

She’d been with Jack the whole time, apparently.

“I should go,” he whispered without turning back to the Doctor.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 02:45:59 am
‘No, you don’t need to, either!’

The Doctor couldn’t protest, though. His smile was sad, but it was present, “Thank you,” he said instead of getting too angry. He was angry, of course, but it was wrong to be angry at Donny. He could only be angry at the Master who put him into this situation.

There was movement, the only sound that followed the silence, and there was…singing. Of all things, singing, and it wasn’t the Master. The Doctor turned his head towards it, and recognized the voice after a bit of focus. A moment later, and he realized that song shouldn’t at all be known to the woman. ‘2009. Not…but how?’ Maybe he had the dates wrong? Possible.

The Doctor didn’t think so. He was a history buff when it came to Earth facts.

He caught Donovan’s farewell, and gave a nod. “Good night, Donny,” he supposed the guards didn’t really see him as much of a threat any longer. Donny wouldn’t get in any trouble for leaving early.

The Doctor wouldn’t do anything, after all.

~***~

When Maya slept, she dreamt. She never quite remembered what it was, but she knew it wasn’t a nightmare. Sometimes, she was even certain that blond rebel was in her dreams. They were happy.

It was a future that never could be. Maya knew that much, but never just what that future was like. It was always on the edge of memory, like a mother’s lullaby heard as an infant—always there, but never known.

The dreams were disturbed by someone pounding on the door. Four-beats. Everything was in fours when it came to such sounds. She woke without fuss and sat up, “Yes?” She didn’t know who to expect.

“The Master wants you. Now.”

‘Of course he does.’
Maya simply rose from what passed for a mattress and pulled herself together, putting on one of the clean uniforms, transferring items from her pockets into these and adding the gun, and bat, to her effects. She didn’t recognize that she was a bit too hasty this time around. The chain of a looted necklace hung out of one pocket, and the key could be seen.

Maya didn’t think of it as she pulled her hair back into ponytail and darted out of the room. She never ran, but she did make it clear she wasn’t walking as slow as humanly possible, either. ‘Didn’t tell me where he was, either.’ Well, Jack wasn’t screaming, so Maya assumed he was in the main room of the Valiant.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 03:25:27 am
The morning had come much too quickly, and Donovan and the other guards had been called to patrol the main room. The Valiant soared, and its windows revealed a blue sky. Its beauty, albeit breathtaking, was completely unparalleled to the horrible events that happened below. The Master waited patiently there, playing with the laser screwdriver that he twirled in his hand. To him, this would be but an ordinary day with nothing too unusual. Humiliation, torture, fun.

The guards were just patrolling, Donovan completely detached from any and all relation he had with the Doctor. The pilots did their work, and Lucy stood at the top section, silent and hollow eyed. Jack was strapped back, a guard at each of his sides. His head was bloody, and his skin was dirty throughout.

The Master had already had a bit of fun that day.

When Maya arrived, Donovan didn’t even acknowledge her. It was uncanny how believably he could play his part without distraction. It was the Master who acknowledged her, it was a wide and wicked smiled, hands clasped together in anticipation.

“Killer,” he greeted, and some of the guards gave her a brief glance. Still, nothing about the events hinted at anything special. “Join me,” he invited with a wave of the hand, and with a shimmer, his eyes found the chain. The key came into sight immediately after that. Just as the Master’s eyes grew slightly wide with awe, Lucy seemed to twitch.

That is when the Master began to think that this day might not go according to his original plan. No, his plan needed amending. Questions needed to be answered, and people needed to be shown their place. The Master gave the ring on her necklace but a glance, but something about it didn’t seem to register anything significant to him. Perhaps his excitement over a possibility had temporarily blinded him.

Perhaps the drums were just too loud that day.

“What…,” he began, eager like a kid inquiring after a birthday gift, “have you got there?”

His hand stretched forward, demanding it.   
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 03:33:12 am
Maya saw Jack out of the corner of her eye, and hoped today had not been worse than usual. There was a truth Maya acknowledged, and couldn’t ignore. Kindness was cruel. She was reminded whenever she saw Lucy and wondered how the hell Lucy had ended up here. What tricks? What kindness?

No doubt, her kindness to Jack only made things worse, too. He hoped, and hope was a special sort of agony.

Maya couldn’t look at Lucy any longer. Jack made her guilty, the Doctor, and Donovan, made her guilty.

Lucy made her hate herself.

Maya stepped up to join the Master as he dictated, uncertain as to why, but not showing any questioning look. She wouldn’t even ask why, though she noticed the Master seemed to become more gleeful. She followed his gaze to the chain, the key, and then heard his excited demand. She took the key from her pocket and held it out to him, blissfully unaware of its significance.

She dropped it into his palm as she heard a breathy, “No,” escape the lips of the Doctor.

The Doctor saw what it was the Master demanded from Maya once it was removed from her pocket. It was only momentarily difficult to focus on, but once he could see it, he knew it for what it was. That key went to his TARDIS. He could hope and pray it was his copy, or Jack’s copy, but he knew better.

That was Martha’s copy, which meant only one thing.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 03:45:00 am
The key fell into the Master’s hand, and the Doctor’s word only made his smile grow wider. The same word had alerted Donovan, whose façade was still largely intact, but whose eyes quickly scanned the aged Time Lord. The Master felt the temptation to hug Maya, squeeze her in celebration, but he needed to hear it first. He needed to make sure that he was right, before he announced the good news to the rest of the Valiant.

It was beginning to look like a glorious day.

“Tell me,” he pulled the key from his hand by the chain until the key was at his eye level. “How did you come upon this key, Maya?” In that moment he didn’t realize that he’d used her actual name, nor did he seem to notice that it felt right to do so. “Spare me no detail.”

Donovan immediately felt a pull. Something was wrong, that key had significance and it had changed something in the Doctor. His heart began to beat a little faster than before, and his feet began to lead him closer and closer to the Master. It was only natural that guards move around during their patrol, but Donny couldn’t quite point out his intent.

Jack’s neck craned to take a look, and he also recognized the key. It had been the Master’s tone that had alerted him that something was wrong, and it was the Doctor’s word and expression that confirmed it. The Time Agent looked to the Doctor, not wanting to believe what was evident, and he shook his head. 

That was not his copy.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 03:55:22 am
‘What have I done?’

Anything that made the Master this happy could not be good. Maya wanted to look back, to see if there was a clue painted on the Doctor’s face or Jack’s, but she already knew there would be. There was only the truth to tell.

Her details were boring anyway. The Master hadn’t seemed to learn that. “A woman in a maroon jacket was wearing it as a necklace,” Maya began. She couldn't forget her, since it was an act Maya decided to get to this point. She had to kill that woman, to be made a guard, to get on the  Valiant, “I saw her when the toclafane was thinking about where to place me, and it doubted my skill. I shot the woman. The toclafane hadn’t even seen her,” one boast she could make.

“HOW COULD YOU!”

There was some rage the Doctor couldn’t contain, and it did boil over as he heard this.

Maya blocked him out. “It was on the first day.”

Absolute defeat settled on the Doctor’s face. He fell back in his cage. ‘No.’ That meant Martha never got the message out to…anyone. Didn’t it? He’d never get his youth back. There was no one to come up here and change the course of things. Impossible as it was to believe, in that moment, the Doctor lost hope.

Maya didn’t understand the full force of what she’d done, that much was clear. “I thought the key might go somewhere interesting. That’s why I took it,” she finished. It had opened one hell of an interesting door for her, and it was just about to get more interesting. She didn't think she'd like it, though.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 04:12:39 am
Jack could not even form a word; his shout was all agony – long and desperate. He let his arms fall and his head hang in defeat, the Master’s cold laugh the only audible things after that. Jack knew Maya wasn’t lying, which meant that Martha had indeed been killed. He didn’t even have the strength to understand that she’d been killed on the first day, that she hadn’t been able to accomplish anything at all.

Donovan felt his heart drop. The Doctor’s pain was all too real to him. The Doctor’s pain translated into his pain, and his mark was very quickly cracking.

The Master stopped his laughter with a deep sigh of relief and a smile. “I knew there was something about you, Maya,” he patted Maya’s shoulder as he made his way to the center of the room, spinning the key by the chain. “Did you hear, Doctor?” The Master pretended not to have listened to his outburst. “Martha is dead,” he cackled mockingly, “and not only that, she’s been dead since I started my rule! Your companion is nothing but dust at this point!”

Jack’s chest began to shake, as if he were sobbing.

Donovan tracked the Master with his eyes as he moved. He knew in that moment that he couldn’t just stand by. It didn’t matter that the room was full of guards, it didn’t matter that the Master had his weapon on him, this needed to end now. His hand reached for the gun at his side, and he gave the Doctor one last brief look before he lifted it from its holster.

“ENOUGH!”

In an instant, he took aim and shouted with rage, and he fired. 

Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 04:24:09 am
Maya did not join the laughter or the shouting. It was enough to understand that this person had been dear to the Doctor and Jack. ‘We all lose.’ She didn’t understand the great plan this Martha was a part of, and numbly accepted the good job pat. She turned to watch the Master as he went on to boast about this, and chanced a look at those in the room.

Jack was crying. Maya was certain of that, and it tore what was left of her heart to shreds. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ She’d never get to tell him that. That was the worst of it. Did he understand that she had no idea? Could he ever understand, or forgive her?

‘Don’t miss.’ Maya just repeated his words, and made them a promise. She wouldn’t.

The Doctor was fire and rage in his defeat. There was no denying the defeat, it was painted on his expression as clearly as his rage. If looks could have killed, the Master would be dead where he stood, twirling that chain as he was. “Just STOP.” It had all gone too far now. Far too far.

The other guards paid little mind, but then Maya’s gaze found Donovan, before he shouted. Enough time below allowed her to understand his body language, and cracking mask. ‘Let him. Let him try, just let him—’ But Maya didn’t even listen to that voice. Maya took the gun out of its holster.

When Donovan yelled, Maya was already aiming her gun at him. Her gun sounded at the same time his did, and she aimed to kill. Just one shot, and he’d be down. Nearly painless.

It would be mercy, since Maya knew that bullet he sent at the Master wouldn’t work. He made the fatal error of announcing his intentions in that single shout. ‘So please, just die. Please.’ Otherwise, the Master would certainly make Donovan his new ‘Jack’ for a little while.

Donovan didn't deserve that.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 04:49:05 am
Donovan did not even think to worry about Maya. Why would he? Wasn’t she doing exactly what he was doing? Wasn’t she trying to kill the Master too? It was because of these previously confirmed suspicions that Donovan had fired so confidently, and why his expression had changed completely when he realized what Maya was about to do. It was betrayal above anything else, and his gaze showed the deepest sense of disappointment and embarrassment.

By the time Donovan had fired his shot, Maya had already shot at him, and he’d tried to get out of the way. It was the instincts that had always helped him before that took over, but this time they would have been kinder if they had stayed away. His shot was off his mark, and Maya’s bullet found his right shoulder.

‘Why did you do that?!’ He couldn’t vocalize it.

The sound of the bullet made Jack’s head snap up, and he allowed himself to hope that someone had gotten to the Master. Instead, he found his eyes settling on Donovan, whose gun fell from his grip, and whose expression made his stomach want to hurl. It was even harder to see that Maya was the one behind the other gun shot, and more so to whom it was aimed.

Donovan had tried his hardest to not let the pain get to him, but the bullet had severed something in his arm. He could see his right hand twitching, and the blood dripping all the way to his trembling fingers. “Gah—!” Donny’s voice was not loud, but it was heavily strained with the pain. Without thinking, Donovan knelt to pick his gun back up with his left hand.   

The Master had been temporarily surprised, but now his eyes were only serious with rage. There was a hint of a smile on his face, and it was by far the most sinister one yet. As Donovan reached for the gun again, the Master pointed his laser screwdriver at it, sending it away and rendering it useless. Immediately, he turned to Maya and stretched out his hand once more.

“Give me your gun, Maya,” he demanded in a voice that was cold as ice, “and show me what you’ve learned with Jack. I want everything except your famed efficiency.”

It was almost a whispered hiss.

“I’ll—stop—you—” Donovan’s eyes were cemented on the Master’s, and they showed anger over even his embarrassment. The pain, the anger, and the hatred made Donovan’s face grow red, and there were visible veins on his neck and forehead. The boy was pushing through the pain, not yet realizing what was still to happen.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 05:04:23 am
‘No.’

Donovan wasn’t dead. Maya intended to send a second shot at him, as his betrayal registered and everything in the room seemed to demand haste.

And everyone was moving quickly. Donny knelt for his gun, and the Master shot it with his laser screwdriver. Maya had pointed her gun down at his head, but before her finger could pull the trigger, there was another order. ‘No!’

Maya saw the outstretched hand, her face blank with the surprise she felt at the order. It shouldn’t have surprised her, of course, but it did. Mostly, because she did not expect to be in this situation. This was the moment where heroes rose, wasn’t it? Where the anti-heroes finally stood up to the villain and made things right?

So why was she handing over her gun to the Master? “Very well.”

‘Someone shoot me.’
If Robert thought to get brave or sentimental then, she wouldn’t have hated him for killing her. Jack could have gotten free at that moment. The Doctor could do anything—anything but yell.

“Don’t do this!” It was a plea to both Master and Maya, as the Doctor looked to the bleeding boy. A part of him understood that saying it would only make the Master want to harm Donovan more, but he couldn’t help himself then. He didn’t want to watch this.

Maya rolled one shoulder as she approached Donovan, and then took the bat into her hand. ‘No one? No one at all?’

Donovan’s gaze was locked onto the Master. That made things simple.

Maya swung the bat as hard as she could at his already-wounded shoulder, not an efficient strike at all, but it would cause quite a bit of pain against all those raw nerves. Besides, she knew Donovan was stronger than her. Once he realized what she was doing, he might actually get it into his head to do something about her.

“Please!” The Doctor paid little heed to that, “Whatever you want, Master,” the Doctor blurted, “just don’t do this!” He had lost Martha. He didn’t need Donovan to be tortured to death.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 05:27:10 am
Jack looked to the Master, and he deeply wondered why and how the Master seemed to enjoy this. This was absolutely sick. The boy was crawling towards the Master, but it was hard. The Doctor’s pleas were only making this situation more difficult. There was really no way out anymore, was there? Much like Jack, Robert seemed to avert his eyes from the torture. It was strange, as he’d never done this before, but he couldn’t look at it. Even the other guards, those that had gotten to know Donovan, were visibly tense about what was happening.

At the impact of the bat, Donovan fell from his crawl. The boy hit the ground as the pain from his wounded arm shocked him. He closed his eyes in agony and bit his tongue, no shout escaping from him, but only the incredibly nauseating sound of the boy trying to endure the pain. He began to breath, trying to get oxygen to his aching muscles.

He turned to Maya as reaction, managing to open to his eyes.

“Please,” he called to her, pushing himself back up and crawling towards the Master, “help me—”

“Master! Stop this!”

Jack’s outcry was loud, and he tried to break free of his binds.

“SHUT UP!” The Master shrieked, being tempted to kill Jack in that moment. But then, how would he suffer? No, killing him would be a mercy. “This is what happens when people choose to oppose me,” he hissed, “you would think that they would have learned by now.” His eyes turned to Robert. “Fetch my dagger, now!”

Robert was out of the room instantly.

Donovan could feel his hand slipping from the blood. He couldn’t turn back any longer. He knew that Maya would swing again, he knew that the Master would get his dagger. Little did he know that the Master would immediately give Maya his dagger to use for herself. ‘I don’t want to die.’ His throat was in a knot, and his eyes began to water.

He was scared as much as he was angry.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 05:37:56 am
‘This is you.’

It was a very quiet voice that said as much as the bat was twirled, allowed to gain a bit of speed as the Master shouted and others pleaded. It was a voice that Maya didn’t want to hear, but it couldn’t be ignored.

This was her. This was no role she was playing, for there was no one this terrible, and no one half as determined as her to see this through. By now, any hero would have risen. Here was someone she might have called friend, and she was going to kill them.

Reality wasn't half as kind as fiction. “Oh, pardon me,” her own voice was quiet, a trace of mockery. “thou bleeding piece of earth.”

There was the chance Donovan would know the speaker. Shakespeare wrote it for Antony, a man of passion. He said the words to Caesar’s corpse, to apologize for his immediate leniency to Brutus and Cassius, “That I am meek and gentle with these butchers,” her tone suggested she might be speaking to the Master, as if to apologize for her lack of cruelty towards the ‘butcher’ that was Donovan. She remembered the line so well, because she'd chastised Devlin for doing it wrong.

In truth, her words to Donovan and Jack, the last thing she could manage before she struck Donovan again to break bones, to wound muscles, and bruise flesh. None could have ever been mistaken for a fatal blow, for that was not what the Master wanted. Donovan would not die until the Master wanted it.

Donovan bled under the blows, of course. It stained the ground and it stained her.

The Doctor refused to look away. He heard Maya's words, but they didn't register as Shakespeare. They registered as noise.

He wanted to look away, of course, it was horrendous to watch. His eyes were wide with that horror as he found himself mute, but he couldn’t look away. He didn’t want Donovan to be alone, in the end…someone had to be witness to it…someone who cared.

His eyes watered, and the tears spilled over. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 06:10:47 am
After the first blow, Donovan got back up. After the second, he managed to bite back his agony once more, finding the strength to keep going. The third time, he felt something break, and with the last of his vigilance wavering, he let out a shout of pain. It was a scream that was truly horrible, one of a person who was still young – one of a person who was helpless. It was the scream of a person who could not come back from death.

At the shout, Jack turned away. Robert had waited just outside the main room until then scream, after which he shuffled on in, handing the dagger to the Master. There was no smile upon the Master’s face, for it was still and serious.

Donovan tried to stretch his arm forward, to pull himself closer to the Master, but it was not working. He felt his hand slide back, leaving traces of blood from where he had tried the last time. He tried using his knees, but those seemed to fail him, too. The next strike flipped him, and so he faced the ceiling to look at Maya once more.

More strikes came, and after each Donovan disappeared more and more. The last of his screams were showing a sore and impaired throat, and they signaled the end.

Maya spoke, and he recognized the words. The tears spilled from his eyes, and he became a child once more. Donovan was still a teenager, after all, and he had failed. The promises that he had made to Julio were worth nothing anymore. There was no chance that he could succeed. Still, he listened. Maya apologized, seemingly to the Master, but he wondered whether that was true. Would it be better if he lied to himself?

Could Donovan greet death with the belief that everything would be okay? Perhaps it had to be so. This was not the Maya he remembered, and this was not the Maya he wanted to remember.

Donovan closed his eyes, his chest heaving from his heavy sobs. He understood what Maya was saying, and he would forgive her. “It’s—okay—” The boy whispered softly enough for only Maya to hear. After fetching the last of his strength, that surge before he finally he gave up, he opened his eyes again.

The Master stepped forth, tossing the dagger to the floor. The clang of the blade against the floor echoed throughout the room. “Go on, then, Maya,” he challenged, “have your last bit of fun.”

Donovan then weakly shifted his eyes back to the Doctor. He’d disappointed him. Donovan had resorted to violence, and now he was going to die. He didn’t know if he felt worse about that or about the fact that he was leaving the Doctor alone. The Doctor shouldn’t be alone, but Donovan clung to the belief that the Doctor could still find a way to save the others. It was too late for him.

“It’s okay,” he choked to Maya, no longer trying to keep back his weeps. Donny thought of everyone that he could meet after death. His Mum and his Dad, Juls, Laura, and his brother were all in his thoughts. His brother more so than anyone else, and he couldn’t hide him anymore. Donovan did not speak of him, but he missed him every single day. “Please be there, Dillon. I don’t want to be without you anymore.”

Donovan's eyes, glossed and filled with tears, sought comfort in the Doctor. It was with him that his eyes would remain. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 06:26:47 am
There weren’t thoughts during the action, just the actions themselves. Legs needed to be broken, arms had to be crippled, the chest really needed to deflate more. The bat met its mark again and again, but there was no indication that it was fun. Maya didn’t laugh, didn’t smile.

There was a joke somewhere about how she was still being efficient—she was efficiently following orders. Another day, another place, she might have thought of it.

When the metal of the blade hit the floor, Maya tossed the bat off to the side, careful to ensure it wouldn’t hit anyone in the process. She scooped up the knife without a thought or a word and walked around Donovan until she was in front of him again. His eyes were on the Doctor.

The Doctor held those glassy eyes in his own, trying desperately not to let the tears spill but he couldn’t stop them. He wouldn’t blink them away, and so they just slowly rolled over as he was forced to witness this while all the others looked away. ‘This is my fault.’ If he hadn’t been so hung up on the fact that the Master was another Time Lord, that the Master had once been his friend, this never would have happened.

If he could have just treated the Master like a dalek, or a cyberman, or anything else, they’d all be better for it.

Maya knelt before Donovan as he told her it was okay. She didn’t believe him at all as she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up so that she had clean access to his neck. ‘Last bit of fun’ meant killing to her, and she’d do it, even if it had to be with this dagger. Even if it had to be so personal.

He mentioned a Dillon, and Maya hoped that he was there for Donovan as well before she plunged the knife into his throat, and pulled it down to open the wound wide, so he’d bleed out quick. Then, she let him go, to fall back onto the floor. She rose and held out the bloody knife for the Master to retrieve. Her eyes, however, stared at the door.

The Doctor waited until the life was gone from Donovan’s eyes, and then he brought his knees up to his chest and hid his face behind them. He didn’t care anymore about trying to appear as if he had it all together. Martha was dead. Donovan was dead. ‘And it’s all my fault.’
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 06:50:57 am
Jack only risked a look only after the swings had ended, after the dagger was thrown, and after the struggle was over. When he did, he saw Maya handing the dagger back to the Master, stained in blood. The boy rested motionless on the floor, a pool of blood beneath him, traceable back to his neck where there was a large gash. The Doctor buried himself in his knees, and Jack wanted to do the same thing. Their defeat was obvious.

The Master took the bloody dagger from Maya, and paced around the corpse. “Well done, Maya,” he said, and at least he looked happy about how things transpired. “You’ll need to clean this up,” he told her, cleaning the blood of his dagger on a nearby guard, “but not yet. Let the…,” he took a look at Donovan, noting the age. It had made no difference. “Let the boy lose his color, first. Let the others take a good look at and learn from the foolish boy.”

Lucy was still looking from above, and the look in her face had been exactly as it was before – empty and hollow. Robert looked like he had recovered, but he still looked shaken up. The Master noticed it, and he also noticed that Robert had put his allegiance on the traitor boy. His poor judgment would have to be punished one way or the other.

Maya, however, was now the Master’s most valuable possession. To him, there was no longer any doubt as to her allegiance. She had proven herself time and time again, and he recognized that the weakness that plagued most humans was only now making an appearance on her. She’d need to work on that, but she’d fared a lot better than the rest.

“After it’s lost its color and you've cleaned it, come find me, Maya.” He began his retreat. “I have decided that tomorrow I begin my assault on the rest of the universe. There is nothing keeping me here any longer. Doctor,” he turned to the other Time Lord, “I hope you enjoy the view, and I hope you have learned your lesson.”

With a cackle, the Master retreated from the room.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 07:05:17 am
The dagger was taken away, but the gun not returned.

‘Well done, Maya.’


It was only then she recognized he was no longer calling her Killer. It seemed to pair well with her understanding that she was not in a role any longer. Maya listened, mute, to the orders. It seemed she was to wait to clean up the corpse, but it had to be her. Well, of course it did.

“I understand, Master,” she told him before he began his exit from the room, declaring he was going to war with the rest of the universe that much sooner. Maya saw him exit, and then let her eyes fall upon Donovan.

There was an instant where she considered ignoring the presence of so many others there. It was when the Doctor let out an agonized, wordless scream, and banged one aged fist on the bottom of his cage. He struck it a second time, and Maya shook her head.

No, she couldn’t even place a kiss on Donovan’s forehead. That would still be too much, too revealing, no matter what she had just done to the boy. Apathy had to suffice.

So, she walked away from the broken body and retrieved her bat, slid it back into the strap on her back, and then took a seat to wait until the color drained from Donovan. She examined her nails, and wondered if a bullet to the head was really so painless. For the first time, she was honestly hoping that it wasn’t.

“Why?”

Maya looked up and towards the Doctor. “Who are you?” He didn’t care about playing around anymore, or about avoiding talking. He didn’t care about all the other guards in the room as his eyes blazed.

Maya didn’t answer him. She looked at him as if he were an idiot, and then looked right back at her fingernails. “WHERE DID YOU GET HIS RING?!” He needed answers, he desperately needed to understand what happened so that, perhaps, he could think of a way to fix this. He could still bring back everyone if he just broke the Paradox Machine, but he was starting to wonder about that now. Had Maya come from the future to prevent him from succeeding? It seemed the only explanation.

And yet, she didn't speak. Times like that, the Doctor wished he'd taken psionics a bit more seriously. He was never good at reaching into someone's head unless he could physically touch them.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on April 21, 2015, 06:51:43 pm
The Master didn’t choose to corrupt the boy’s corpse any further, but he instructed that the body was to remain where it was until all color had left him. Jack was having a hard time trying to gather himself from what had just happened, and if the body would remain, it would be even harder for him. He looked at the corpse, trying to get used to its presence, but he had to look away after some time. The Doctor, whose scream would haunt Jack’s dreams, was even worse off than he was.

The Doctor inquired after Maya’s decisions, her identity, and the ring on her necklace. Jack had noticed it too, and wondered what real significance it could have. The Master still had his, but he doubted whether anything would happen because of it.

All seemed lost for a second.

Jack waited until his breathing had evened out before lifting his head back up to seek Maya. She wasn’t answering any of the Doctor’s questions, and yet she seemed to be struggling about what had happened. Jack could have sworn that he’d seen hesitation in her, but he would be lying to himself.

“Take me back,” muttered Jack bitterly.

“You are to remain here,” said Robert firmly, even if he himself wanted to leave the room. “The rest of you can carry on with your regular duties.”

By the time that most of the guards and the other workers took their leave, Lucy had already gone from her place. Her absence seemed to make everything become more real, and Robert began to wonder what his fate would be. The Master surely wasn’t happy that he had put his faith on a traitor, and he was wise to consider the possibility of his death. Somehow, however, that seemed unlikely.

Without looking at either Donovan’s corpse or Maya, he walked about until he was summoned by the Master.
 
Without Robert, Jack might as well have been alone with Maya and the Doctor.

“Take me back,” he repeated, this time more directly to Maya.

More than anything, he wanted to figure Maya out. He’d witnessed what she’d done, and a part of him seemed to hate her, but the other part told him something else. The small part promised that there was something else beneath the surface. He just hoped that he could find the strength to believe it.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on April 21, 2015, 08:33:43 pm
It was easy to tune the world out. Maya had been doing it for a while. Jack wanted to leave, but she didn’t get up immediately to do so. She didn’t even look towards him, nor answer him. Robert saw to that, and Maya played by Robert’s rules as she had in the past. After all, she had no orders to do anything but wait until the boy lost color. Maya could do that. She thought it would be hard to be left in silence, but it wasn’t.

There wasn’t a single thought in her head, just white noise as she turned to examine the nails on her other hand, to turn Aeron’s ring over and over. She couldn’t even think of wiping the blood off the clear gem. It was prettier as a ruby, after all.

The Doctor fell silent soon enough. Maya could feel the heat of his glare for a while, before it seemed to fade. If she had looked, she would have seen him staring out a window, listless. Maya didn’t, of course.

Lucy left, and the other guards seemed to feel the tension after her departure.

Robert left when he was called for, and Jack spoke again. Maya looked up then. Her eyes shifted down to Donovan. He was paler now. “Very well,” and she rose. When she had put Jack away, it would be time to clean up. Cleaning up would be easier to do without Jack and the Doctor in the same room. She made it logical as she waved a hand at the two guards besides Jack to get them away.

She followed the routine of undoing Jack’s straps to remove him from the restraints. Her hand found the leash, and she pulled, as gentle as ever, to let him know it was time to follow. She would lead him out of the room.

The Doctor’s glare would move to Jack, an unspoken fury at being left alone in the room with the corpse of Donovan. For a moment, the Doctor hated him. It would fade, it always did, but it was present. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 08, 2015, 03:44:40 pm
Jack didn’t look at the Doctor, but he knew. He knew that he wouldn’t have wanted to be left alone with his friend’s body, but Jack couldn’t take it anymore. The time agent needed to be out of that room, and he was avoiding any logical reason to remain. The first time he’d gone ignored, but the second time, once Robert had gone on his merry way, he knew that his request would have to be answered. He looked to Maya as she glanced at the body, and then let his chest fall in relief as soon as she agreed.

The guards at Jack’s sides looked questioningly to one another, wondering whether she even had the authority to carry on that task without Robert’s approval. The wondered, but it didn’t escalate to more than that. They had seen time and time again that this girl was quickly climbing her way in the Master’s good opinion. It would be just as unwise to stop her as it would be to disobey Robert.

They moved away as Jack began to shuffle after Maya. As soon as Jack was out of the room, they too would take their leave. They’d only been there to look after Jack, and now that he was to be chained up again, there was no sense to remain in the same room with an aged Time Lord and a dead guard.

Just as they were out of earshot, a defeated Jack looked to Maya as she led the way. “I—,” there were so many things that he wanted to say to Maya, but his voice failed in a weak whisper. This was the woman that could stop the Master, but she had also been the one to kill Martha. How could he look past something like that? Would it be worth it?

‘She’s survived,’ he thought to himself, but couldn’t seem to get around the idea that something else could have been the solution. At the same time, however, he knew better. The kid, Donovan, had gone about it another way, and now he was dead. ‘It was necessary,’ it seemed like he was lying to himself.

“What now?”

Jack’s voice threatened to crack under the emotion of what had happened. It would crack no more after that.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 08, 2015, 05:29:26 pm
There was the hall to traverse before Jack ever got to his room. Maya heard his first attempt at speech and heard it break off. She did not look back, but continued to walk as if he’d said nothing. Maya knew well enough not to speak in the hallways. There were guards, cameras, all sorts of things.

Jack was lucky she’d ever deigned it safe to say so much as a ‘hello’ to him in his own room.

Near his room, he finally got out two words, though they almost faltered. Jack seemed to think this death meant anything different, seemed to think it might change plans. Maya wasn’t sure if laughter would have been appropriate. It certainly wasn’t the response. No, Maya just walked to the door and pushed it open, brought Jack in, and walked over to where he was usually restrained.

‘What now?’

It seemed to echo in a mind that felt empty as she started to go through the motions of restraining Jack once again. ‘What now?’

Stupid, stupid question. “Nothing has changed.” Maya told Jack. It was callous, but it was the truth. Donovan was just another death in a series of deaths. It could have been Robert, or anyone else on the ship, and nothing would have changed. Maya was still waiting for that one, perfect moment.

Assuming she could ever get her gun back, of course.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 10, 2015, 04:34:09 am
Maya’s answer, though aloof and completely lacking in meaning to anyone else, could have even been comforting to Jack if it were still possible. Despite the fact that she’d killed Martha and Donovan, she was pushing through it until the end. Had he been right to suspect that this had been her plan all along? That Maya was merely waiting for the right time to strike and end it all? It was not a thought that completely healed the empty feeling he felt in his chest, but one that made him suspect that enduring the pain might just be worth it in the end.

‘We can’t keep going like this…’ A part of him tried to keep him grounded.

The time-agent allowed himself to be bound to where he was usually kept, and although he didn’t say it, he didn’t feel so hollow anymore. If the Doctor still had one useful ally, however unorthodox they may be, the situation might still be revertible. The Time Lord’s glare was directed at Jack as he’d left him alone with the corpse of the only real companion the Doctor had left, but it hadn’t been enough for him to stay. Jack had been useless this whole time, but Maya didn’t have to be.

“Good,” said Jack, the defeat fading from his expression just a little bit. “You still have time.” It was a whisper, but it was meant as such. There had been a worry, barely even present, that suggested that perhaps the girl was beginning to falter in her deemed mission. It couldn’t have been easy for anyone to do what Maya did, especially one that Jack suspected lied about her loyalty. He was no longer going to pretend with her, and he was beginning to think that it was safe to be a little less subtle in the room. Who was listening anyway, especially after what had just happened in the main room?

“Please,” he added as a late afterthought. “Clean him quickly,” he didn’t want the Doctor to suffer any more for his cowardice, “even if only because you shouldn’t prolong the meeting with the Master.” He was not a patient man, after all. “It’ll be one hell of a meeting…”

After that, Jack just wanted to drift off. He hoped that perhaps when he’d wake, everything would be fixed. It wasn’t likely in the least, but he had no other way to comfort himself — lying to himself would be endlessly better than facing the reality of truth.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 10, 2015, 04:52:20 am
‘I hate you.’

It was a deep and an abiding hate that Maya held for Jack when he put his trust in her. It was a hate that was so close to love, Maya wasn’t sure if it was that. Maya wasn’t sure she even understood the difference, any longer.

What she knew was that Jack understood her in all the ways she longed to be understood, and that was enough of a reason to hate him. Perhaps, in another life, she would have screamed at him for it, screamed for his silence and demanded his misunderstanding, but this was not a normal world.

Screaming at Jack would show he was winning.

“I intend to,” Maya said in regards to Donovan, before she left Jack. She went to grab a sheet first, and returned to the room with the sheet. She wrapped Donovan in it, going completely ignored by the man in the cage. She felt the heat of his glare, but it was all he seemed capable of right then. Of course, if looks could have killed, Maya would be dead. She had no question of that. Now and then, she was even certain she felt a bit of real pain at the back of her head, but she always shook it off.

The Doctor quietly cursed her each time, too.

With Donovan wrapped so he wouldn’t make a bloody mess when he was taken out of the room, Maya went to find someone a bit stronger than her to carry the body with her to the furnace room. It seemed the best way to dispose of the body, and so, another guard was brought to help. Donovan was carried, and he was slowly moved into the fire. Maya didn’t stay to watch, but commanded the guard to watch until the body was no longer existent. She returned to the Valiant’s main room, and washed the floor so the stains of the blood were gone.

Donny’s existence vanished in fire and bleach.

She washed herself afterwards, changed out of the bloody attire and pulled her hair back before finding someone to tell her where the Master had decided to go. It took asking a few of them, but eventually she was pointed towards the office.

It was one of those rooms she had never entered. There had never been a reason to, and it was implied to be ‘private’. Maya knew where it was, for she had walked by it often enough. She knew her way to it, and didn’t enter immediately.

She knocked three times, and waited.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 10, 2015, 05:30:18 am
The Master had been waiting truly only for a little while. World dominion required some planning, and he had been so sure ever since that eventful morning that now nothing could stop him from achieving the invasion of the rest of the universe. The Doctor literally had no one, and he had what seemed like the best team. Robert had failed him by bringing in the traitor, but it had all ended so well that he couldn’t even bring himself to get upset by it. The look on the Doctor’s face could have been enough for him to forgive anything and everything.

Naturally, he wouldn’t do this. Robert still needed to be shown that their actions, his and everyone else’s, held accountability, and that any further mistakes could be much more costly. In another life, the Master could have easily spun a book about leadership through intimidation and fear. He excelled so brilliantly at it.

The three knocks that came from the door wiped the serious expression from the Master’s face, inspiring a smile that stretched from cheek to cheek. He was so excited that he could have even chuckled in greeting, but instead he only rose from where he’d been sitting. A long table stretched before him, and Maya’s gun rested atop it. The whole room was colder than the rest of the valiant, but it was clean and crisp throughout.

“Go on then,” said the Master while gesturing with his hands to his wife, who’d been sitting besides him completely still. It looked as if she wasn’t listening at all, eyes empty, but it took her very little time for her to rise and move towards the door. Even her walk seemed to lack any purpose, any real direction. “We’ll be needing the room to ourselves,” he said in clarification, glad that Lucy had chosen (yet again) to obey without any words. “I’m sure you understand, sweetheart.”

The Master mocked, and Lucy endured.

The woman in the ruby dress opened the door and looked upon Maya, her expression unchanged by even a single muscle. Lucy did not allow Maya to enter first, for she walked right on out before the other could enter. This had been the only real act of anything that could be interpreted as something other than indifference. The Master did not overlook it, but he would address that later, and he would enjoy himself.

“Please,” he invited her in with a tone that was warm and ice cold at the same time. The Master walked around the table to meet Maya halfway, motioning for her to close the door behind her as she came in.

The Time Lord looked at her with curious eyes, smile still present. How intriguing she was to him, and he was making no attempts to hide his feelings on the matter. “Is it done? Was it good?” He asked anxiously. “How did he react?” It was after the Doctor that the Master inquired, almost squealing in his wicked excitement. “Oh, I’m sure it was delicious. And the boy,” he breathed out in disbelief as if he was amazed, “he was sure something, wasn’t he?”

And then he further approached Maya, facing her head on with an intense gaze.

“How was it, Maya?” Unlike before, this time the Master’s voice was equally cold, but softer and slower — almost like a hiss.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 10, 2015, 05:47:26 am
Lucy Saxon was the one to answer the door, but she didn’t step aside. She moved almost through Maya. Maya actually had to step out of her way to ensure no collision, and her eyes briefly followed Lucy on her way down the hall, one of the rare moments they stayed on her. Then, she went back to routine. The door was shut behind her as the Master gestured her in. She walked to meet him, coming to a stop half-way down the long table as he came to meet her.

The Time Lord’s questions made Maya wonder if he ever, truly, expected an emotional answer, or something beyond the norm. “It is done,” she confirmed first, replaying his questions in order since he’d spoken them so quickly, so interested in what she had to say. “If you mean good as in bothered everyone, then it was good. Jack made demands to be taken from the room, and the Doctor has been silent. His reaction has been silence and glaring.”

Then, Donovan. Maya gave a single nod. “Was.”

With the single word, the Master drew closer. Maya would have stepped back under normal conditions, finding the Master too close to her personal bubble, but refused to let one foot step behind the other. She held herself where she stood and just tilted her head up a little to ensure she was still able to look at his expressions. They could change so quickly, after all. ‘How was what?’ Maya truly didn’t understand, and as was always the case, her expression went blank in the confusion, in the surprise at something unexpected.

Her mind settled on the fact that he must be asking how it was to torture Donovan to death. ‘It was pointless.’ Perhaps from his perspective, it had served many points. To her, it was a waste of time. To her, it was a terrible loss. She could not say that latter bit, though. “I still prefer simply killing people, Master, though I see that your methods are effective in tearing hope from our enemies,” though if she were to dominate the world, she would have killed the Doctor and Jack. Well, the Doctor. Jack would be frozen like Han Solo.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 10, 2015, 06:27:46 am
“I think I’ve broken him,” said the Master about the Doctor, and he scoffed. He’d tried so hard, and now it seemed like he had finally done it. Success felt different than what he’d expected, though. The Master was beyond happy about what he’d witnessed in the Doctor, but he wanted more than that. The Time Lord was not yet satisfied from what he’d accomplished, and so he more easily turned to the invasion of the rest of the innocents.

The Doctor was the protector of humans, sure, but he was also the protector of the innocent. There were some ways that he could still torture the Doctor, right? There was only one way to find out how much more he could drive the Doctor towards insanity.

In that moment, he focused his attention to Maya. He responses were not satisfactory to him. She didn’t seem to be excited about what she’d done, but she didn’t speak with the hesitation that the others often showed around him. She was curious above it all.

“You knocked only three times, just now,” he stated his observation matter-of-factly, pointing to the door and motioning towards it with his head, “you’re the first to do that here. You’re curious, aren’t you? You don’t seem afraid either,” and he moved even closer to her, only a few inches separating his chest from hers.

“Where did they find you, huh?” He asked rhetorically, the Toclafane were the ones who’d need to give the answers. “Because you’re strange to me,” he admitted, finding her more and more familiar, “I feel like I know you more than I ought. Why do you think that is? Is it coincidence or is it fate?” The Master’s voice turned cold, but he wasn’t hostile. “I suppose it matters little, does it not? You’ve shown time and time again that you are loyal to my cause, even if you don’t seem to enjoy the tasks I delegate to you.”

He breathed out with a smile, the coldest he’d given in a very long time. The man’s very eyes seemed like they could turn people to stone. “You’ll learn, won’t you?” He leaned to whisper into Maya’s ear, only centimeters separating his cheek from hers. “Tell me that you’re going to learn, that you will take all that I give you and apply what I teach you.” He didn’t move his head from where it rested, and his body was absolutely still. “And I want you to learn, I want you to be at the forefront of all that happens from here and into the future.”

The Master could feel Maya’s breath on him, and he smiled even wider.

“We’ll be spending a lot more time together, you and I.”

The Master pulled back at that point, going back to the table behind him to retrieve the gun. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 10, 2015, 06:45:26 am
Maya had knocked three times, and she gave a nod, acknowledging the strangeness. ‘I know where the four came from. Now.’ All her petty complaints about phones no longer seemed so petty. She understood it all, now.

He spoke quite a bit, again leaving no room to answer, and even when Maya considered it, he moved too close. Tension straightened her spine, but it was the only visible reaction to the heat of his breath on her ear and the sound of his hearts. ‘Like the drums….’ And somehow, she’d known it would be. Her breathing slowed, forcing a calm on her own heart by depriving it of oxygen.

‘Don’t.’


It wasn’t in a tone Maya expected the thought to be in. It was a plea, something Maya wasn’t even certain was her own voice. It was a ‘not like this’, that Maya couldn’t understand as the Master asked her a question that did require an answer.

She turned her head just a little, let her eyes shift to catch sight of his. It was strange how he could sound so cold when his words were not. Spoken in another tone, they might even sound caring, concerned. Perhaps it was good that the Master wasn’t hiding behind such a kind tone.

Maya answered in a whisper that lost some of its monotone, a phrase she’d spoken to Aeron too many times and had its own history of being intoned with proper amounts of self-disappointment and hope, “Of course I will learn.” And as he pulled away then, her hand reached up and wrapped firmly around the necklace, the ring.

The Doctor hadn’t started out quiet, and Maya searched the Master’s image as he walked away to her gun. It was funny how, after all these months, it wasn’t until just that moment that she recognized what was on his finger wasn’t the typical wedding band. The ring looked just like the one she wore around her neck. The Doctor’s outcry made sense. Her own tone, her own thought just moments ago, seemed to almost clear up.

It couldn’t be a simple coincidence, could it? Maya didn’t know what it was, but she denied it was coincidence. “I would like to learn one thing now, if I may,” Maya took a step forward, and then another, but didn’t go to where the Master was completely, “What is the ring you wear? That is, what is it to you?” Was it just something he bought on a whim, and there were thousands of them, or was it something unique?

The Doctor seemed to find it unique.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 10, 2015, 07:48:56 am
Just as the Master’s hand grabbed the gun and pulled it close to him, Maya spoke and his grip hardened in instinct. The question surprised him, to say the least, and it was apparent as he froze in his place that very instant.  Not only did she speak up, but she inquired after his ring, an item that he didn’t even know people paid much attention to. Why should they? Only the Doctor had the potential to guess whether the curious ring had any real purpose or significance, and yet Maya seemed to be intrigued by it.

The Master straightened his back, not quite yet turning to meet her eyes. “My ring?” His voice echoed in the perfectly still room, quizzical and brighter than before. To an ignorant ear there would have been no suspicion that this man had been dead serious just a few instances ago. “Do you find it curious, just as I do you?” That feeling of familiarity came back again, and this time it made him almost falter in his words.

His mind, forever cloudy and shaken by the constant beat of the drums, seemed to relax for a very brief instance. The Master wondered whether there was any connection between him and Maya, one that he could have possibly forgotten. How else would she have known about the ring? To everyone else his ring was just that, an ordinary piece of jewelry upon his finger. Was there anything more there?

The beat of the drums rang with greater potency in his head that very second, and the Master craned forward, slamming both his hands on the table. They’d been louder than they had ever been, and not even the sound of the gun cracking the table underneath his hands could distract him from it. The Master’s head hung briefly, as if he were in pain, before he slowly rose and turned to face Maya.  The man’s expression could have almost been unreadable, but his eyes were wide with wonder and confusion. They were crazed as the drums sang their tune loudly in his head.

The Master switched the gun to his other hand so he could see his own ring more clearly, and he laughed at its sight. “You intrigue me, Maya,” he said those words again, but this time he let his gaze meet with hers. He noticed that she gripped her necklace, but the Master couldn’t care less. It wasn’t that what attracted him to her. No, it was something else.

“Can you tell?” He asked, sneering his eyes in accusation and fascination. “That this is a Gallifreyan ring? A ring from the land of my people, unique to me and only me? He’s jealous, isn’t he? He must have told you. The Doctor wants my ring…” Of course he would want the ring, he’d always been jealous of what the Master could do. This ring was no ordinary ring, and the Doctor had figured it out. The ring was both power and insurance, it was safety.

“Well,” all the life seemed to drain from his face. “He’ll never get it. He’ll never get anything from me anymore.”

The Doctor had betrayed the man’s friendship, and that was unforgivable.

Without warning, the Master approached Maya again speedily. One second he was by the table and the next he was just as close to Maya as he had been only a few instances before. The Master took Maya’s hand, and physically placed her gun upon it. “They’re always jealous,” he said, his hand caressing Maya’s cheek. For a moment, it seemed like the Master wasn't talking in regards to the ring anymore. He didn't want to feel what he'd felt many years ago, when the Doctor turned his back on him. The man's voice was even different, almost scared at the thought. “But you’re not, are you? No, you’re loyal, you’re wise.”

He couldn't handle that again. Not again.

For the next few seconds, he stood still and said nothing. Suddenly, he took a step back, turned around, and walked away.

“Make sure you tell Robert,” in that moment he didn’t mock the man’s name, “that you’re in charge now. He, and all the others, report to you.”

The Master didn’t turn back around.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 10, 2015, 08:11:32 am
Maya did find it curious, solely because it was pointed out as unique, and yet she had it. The Master seemed not to comment on that. Perhaps he had not noticed, but there was little time to consider it.

Maya didn’t flinch when his hands slammed on the table. Rather, she found that she wanted to step forward and pull his hands from the table that had cracked beneath the force. ‘Why?’ A memory like a dream, or a dream like a memory, too murky to bring to the surface, and yet she felt it. She felt it as she swore she heard Jack’s voice, and laughter—laughter.

‘I’d rather serve.’
That wasn't the full sentence. Somehow, Maya knew that, despite remembering saying it. She'd said it to the toclafane, right?

Yet, the words seemed sprung from the world of dreams more than that of memory. The slow breaths continued, consciously, as she watched him lift his head to look at her, wild-eyed and… ‘You’re not…there’s something….’ Her thoughts faltered with her will, for an instant. Something wasn’t right, about the Master, about this situation. There was a flicker of concern, and then it faded as he straightened up and began to rant, replaced firmly by the mask.

Through his rant, he made his way back to Maya and her gun was returned almost forcefully. Maya’s hand clenched around it. ‘Angelus’s….’ She reminded herself, and with it came the memory of his face, his death. Even if something was wrong about this situation, it didn’t change the past. As she had told Jack, nothing had changed.

No amount of caress could wipe away that past, or change things. Maya had an urge to push the Master’s hand away, but she knew what that would result in. She did not want to grow to love him the way that she loved Eden. She wanted to hate him the way she hated Jack. It seemed all of her emotions didn’t know how to be appropriate, though. She hated Jack and she loved Eden. The comfort from an enemy was easier to endure than the understanding of an ally.

“No, I’m not jealous.” She was not loyal, either, but she was wise.

Maya didn’t think she had spoken truer words to him. She wasn’t jealous of him, not at all. How could she be, when he sounded that scared? When he created a world where everyone hated him? To what end? To what purpose?

Maya wasn’t even sure he had an answer to those questions in the stillness that followed her answer, in the pause of his hand on her cheek. Then, the disposition shifted once again, and Maya was given command. “I will go let Robert know, Master,” Maya said after reholstering the gun. Though his back was turned, Maya did bow, and then turned away to leave him.

All the slow breathing in the world wasn’t slowing her heart any, though. She walked down the halls at a quickened pace to find Robert, to let him know the…good news. She’d have to tell Jack, as well.

Fortunately, Robert wasn't far, and as soon as her eyes fell upon him she wanted to smile. She didn't, of course. She wouldn't break character just to mock him...when he was looking, anyway. "The Master has asked me to inform you that I am in command now. You will answer to me." And her eyes watched him, carefully, for a reaction.

When she received it, she'd go on to Jack.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 10, 2015, 08:37:47 am
The Master remained where he stood until Maya was gone and the door had closed behind her. He began  to pace after her departure, his hands on his head trying to ease the drums. They were calming, settling into that four beat pattern that played absently in the back of his mind. Maya made them louder, harder to ignore and making it more difficult for him to think.

There was something about her presence that drove him mad, though, and yet he didn’t seem to mind it at the same time. He couldn’t explain it if he wanted to, but despite his pain the Master wanted Maya near him. It was with these confusing thoughts that the Master remained, locked up in his office all by himself. He told himself that he didn’t mind the solitude. Besides, he was about to conquer the whole universe. He’d never really be alone, would he?

Not far from the Master’s office was Robert. He’d been sitting in his own chambers trying to enjoy the silence. The silence wasn’t being kind to him. Quite the opposite. He’d seen what the Master was capable of, and it never bothered him. That day, however, he knew that it had been too much. It was more than he could have ever hoped to handle, and he had failed the Master in his foolishness.

Maya’s presence snapped him back from his thoughts. His eyes were red, and he wiped a tear before she even spoke. Couldn’t he get a few minutes to himself without interruption? Robert had told himself that he wouldn’t mind anything that would come from her mouth. He could not have been more wrong. When Maya told him what the Master had told her, he scoffed and sniffed. He seemed cracked, but Robert was not completely broken. Far from it.

“You must be enjoying yourself right now. You are, aren’t you?” He spat, not even bothering to rise from where he had been sitting. Her blank expression was not fooling him, but it did enrage him. “It doesn’t matter,” he averted her gaze, “because you’re not going to get away with it. Now you’re just as alone as I am.”

Robert rubbed at his eyes before leaving, going around her and into one of the many hallways.

“Go fuck yourself.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 10, 2015, 08:56:02 am
Maya could have killed him. She could have shot Robert then and there, and explained he’d insulted her to the Master. She would have even enjoyed it, which would have probably made the Master happy.

Yet, she didn’t have it in her to kill him just for upsetting her. Besides, his words struck a chord, and she knew it was best not to respond and show weakness. The Master had insulted her from day one and she didn’t lash out. She could refrain here, too. ‘Not quite as alone as you.’ There was a hollowness that told Maya she would, in fact, be alone if she survived this.

At the moment, however, she wasn’t alone.

Robert left, and Maya waited a few seconds before turning to the hallway and walking down to find the other person she had to tell. Her anger at Robert festered. Her anger at the situation, her momentary confusion, caused one action.

When the door opened to Jack’s chamber, she fired a single bullet into his head. It was quick, instant, and a swift reminder of how easy such a thing could be done when the exact position of the occupant was known. Maya observed him for a moment, dead, bleeding from the wound in his head. “Hmm.”

Yes, if the exact position was known, it was easy.

Maya walked to a chair in the room and set her gun aside on a table by it as she sat herself down in the chair. “I don’t know how many times I’ve killed you now,” she spoke to the corpse. She didn’t know how quickly Jack recovered from a headshot, but imagined it wouldn’t take him long. Still, she needed the corpse to speak to, if only once.

Just once, she needed to actually be alone. The illusion of Jack's death provided that much. “I’ve killed Donovan twice now. I knew him, before. We were in a game together, and I killed him,” she told the corpse, looking down at her hands, “I killed a rebel that I dream about. We get pancakes at night, I think. I dream about you, too. You....” Maya flexed her fingers. He understood, but she didn't want to say that, even to the corpse. She still wasn't willing to state her intentions plainly, “I know things I shouldn’t. I have the Master’s ring, and he says he created it. The only one. I don’t know where it came from, but none of it really matters.”

She turned her hands over to rest on her knees, “I killed my brother. Angelus Porter.” In the end, no other death would matter compared to that one. It was the worst thing she could ever do. Everything else was meaningless, even that Martha. “And here I am, killing you, again and again,” a chuckle passed her lips, “And now I’m in command of the Master’s guards. He might trust....” A shake of her head, a denial of the possibility.

She lifted her eyes to see how much of the wound had healed, not caring how much Jack had heard, and not wanting him to confess to how much he’d heard, either. “Perhaps that means someone else will deal with you from now,” she might have other, more important things to do. "I have a lot to learn, according to the Master."

She rose, grabbed the gun to put it back in its holster. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 12, 2015, 08:08:55 pm
Jack had not yet managed to allow his thoughts to drift away when he heard Maya come into his chambers. It had only been a second, maybe not even that, since he’d opened his eyes before Maya shot him in the head. The pain was nonexistent and his death was immediate. If time had allowed him, he might have been surprised about it all. Instead, his body fell forward with the same expression Jack had when Maya came in. The binds at his hands prevented him from falling forward all the way, and so only his head hung completely.

It was even more surprising that Jack woke with subtlety from his death. It could have been because he hadn’t been expecting the death or because the death had been so quick and not nearly as traumatic as some of the others he’d experienced before. Whatever the reason was, Jack’s eyes only opened, like if he were only waking from a deep sleep, and he didn’t really move from the position he was.

The man fought the instinct to do so, hearing Maya’s voice come into focus from his groggy senses. He heard her mention Donovan, and a rebel she’d dreamt about before. Had she finally had enough? Was keeping everything to herself too much of a burden for Maya to bare? Whether she’d known Donovan in the past, or whether she envisioned a different relationship, it didn’t matter in that moment.

What mattered was the ring she mentioned. Apparently it was like the Master’s and Jack didn’t know why he hadn’t expressly noticed it before. It was with thoughts about the ring that Jack heard about Maya’s brother. Angelus. The name sounded incredibly familiar, but Jack couldn’t pin point it to a face. Nothing  could ever compare to something like that, the murder of a brother, and Jack understood what that meant. Now he was more certain than ever, however, where Maya’s true loyalty was. It was definitely not with the Master.

It took a fe seconds for Jack to truly take in everything he’d heard, and he glanced towards Maya to make sure that he hadn’t imagined any of it. “I’m sorry,” he spoke softly at last. “I’m sorry you had to go through that. This is it,” he didn’t speak any louder, but he spoke with purpose, “your chance to end it all. Everything you’ve done has been necessary to be where you are right now.”

In charge of the Master’s forces? His second in command? Jack knew what it meant, and this time he could believe that feasibly there was a solution to it all.

“I can handle whomever you throw at me,” he said, “but you’re not alone anymore.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 12, 2015, 08:25:41 pm
Maya let her focus be on action. The gun was strapped back into its holster as Jack spoke. The apology was sincere, even if he had nothing to apologize for. His words held all the strength she needed, because she was starting to lose her resolve to fear, pain, confusion, and complacency. ‘Thank you.’

Robert was the one who was alone, truly alone. Maya had this room, and this poor, bound man who couldn’t die.

Her tongue was tied by necessity, but she did look up, and look over to him. She gave him a single, decisive nod. ‘Not much longer now. I promise.’ She wasn’t sure she’d have anyone to throw at Jack. More than likely, she’d just walk in one day and undo his straps, and walk away. That was, assuming the Master’s guards didn’t execute her on the spot.

Somehow, she didn’t think any of them had it in them. They cowered before the Master. They’d cower before the person who finally killed him, too. “I’m sure I have rounds to do, or something. Good night, Jack.” she wasn’t briefed on her duties. Well, she’d figure it out soon enough. She’d watched Robert.

‘Things will be changing, though.’


Maya wasn’t sure she would have time to stop the Master before his war with the universe. That was going to make things messy. ‘I might have the Master’s enemies to throw at you.’ Maya thought with a mental sigh before she walked out of the room with Jack.

Maya spent a few more hours awake, learning a bit more about the ship and what Robert had been responsible for from other guards on the ship. None questioned the fact she’d been moved up in rank. After all, only an idiot would claim to have been promoted on the Master’s ship if it weren’t so.

Eventually, though, Maya retired to her room, to sleep. The bat and the gun were set aside as they always were, and to her own humming, she drifted off to sleep and that wonderful world of dreams.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 12, 2015, 08:54:43 pm
The night came, and the Valiant hovered over the earth as it did every other evening. It didn’t look like anything extraordinary had happened during the day, even though everything had changed for Robert. Not only was he now alone, but the only other person he cared about seemed to have demoted him from disappointment. Couldn’t he remember everything that he’d done for him? Robert had stood by Saxon throughout his early endeavors, and even after his rise with the Toclafane.

Had that not been enough?

Years and years had been wasted in his loyalty with the man, and it would have almost been bearable if Donovan had not gotten killed. Donovan was bright, much smarter than the scum that seemed to walk around the Valiant these days. He’d fooled even Robert, but that made little negative effect. In fact, it made him better regarded in Robert’s eyes. Why did he have to die? Why did he have to be so careless? And Maya…Maya was smart, but she was as fake as they came. Just the way that she seemed to taunt him when she informed him earlier that day that she was now in charge.

“Fuck you,” he breathed out once, twice, and many more times as he waited for Maya to go to sleep. It was only until it was late in the night that Robert emerged from his own chambers. He walked about the Valiant with purpose, and so the others night guards didn’t question him for an instant. They looked to him only briefly, and then carried on to their regular duties. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice a thing.

Sneakily he entered Maya’s room, absolutely sure that no one had noticed his little detour. He looked to the sleeping guard, and even almost smiled. So confident she’d been so far, and yet her journey was about to end. It was likely that his own journey was ending, but he would not give anybody the satisfaction about him being wrong twice. Donovan had fooled him, that clever man, but Maya sure as hell didn’t.

Robert didn’t question why he held each of them in different opinions, for he didn’t really care in that moment. Perhaps Robert would address such hypocrisy after Maya had drawn her last breath. Without hesitation, he kicked the bat and gun aside before wrapping his hand around Maya’s neck and squeezing.

“This is your last stop,” he hissed.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 12, 2015, 09:07:11 pm
“Be quiet, virtuosa.”

There was a hand around her neck. It was problematic that this didn’t worry Maya immediately until she recognized the grip was bruising her neck. The pressure was unfamiliar. The hand was unfamiliar. ‘That’s not….’ She woke with a jerk and her eyes flew open and focused on the person above her. Certainly not Aeron—he usually tried to avoid bruising her. His grip could be gentle enough to deprive her of air, and lull her into a sense of false security by that.

Well, perhaps true security. He never did kill her, though that was never his goal. He just got off on the breath play, and her struggles not to struggle. 

The look in Robert’s eyes, however dim the lighting was, told another story. His intent was to kill. Her first reaction wasn’t thought out. There was no air to shout, and her hands went to his, nails dug in to try and cause enough pain that he’d let go.

‘This! This is how I’m going to die?!’
She might have laughed were she not absolutely furious.

Oxygen deprivation caused a strange sense of lucidity. ‘There’s a gun…somewhere….’ One of her hands reached back, reached around, trying to find that piece of metal while the rest of her body attempted to get out of Robert’s grip, squirming and kicking for freedom and air.

Her fingers brushed the metal, and then pulled it close enough that she could wrap her fingers around it. ‘No time to aim.’ Safety pressed down, Maya’s fingers sought the trigger to pull, though it would be at the wall. Assuming Robert didn’t muck with her plans too much, she’d pull that trigger just for the noise it would make and hope, somehow, on this desolate ship she’d be saved. ‘Should have loosened Jack’s binds, should have….’ Too many should haves in the dark abyss before death.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 12, 2015, 10:29:10 pm
Maya struggled, and it was definitely a pleasant sight to witness. The more she struggled, the more Robert wanted to squeeze. Something about the fact that she was helpless made it all the better, even when her nails dug into his hands. The pain was evident upon his face, but his grip did not loosen one bit. It wasn’t hard for Robert to ignore the pain, not if it meant that the world would be rid of Maya’s existence.

“You should have thought twice before coming here,” he said, letting the smile cross his lips. “You should have thought twice before killing the only person on this damn ship that was worth anything.”

The accusation was acid, even if he didn’t really believe it. After all, the Master meant much more to Robert than Donny ever did. It was his hatred more than anything else that gave Robert the strength to go through what he was doing, even if he hadn’t taken Donovan’s death very well. If it meant, however, that his words could further make Maya’s death unbearable, he would say them. He would say anything.

And then the gun was shot, and the bullet found the wall with a loud pang. The sound of it echoed throughout, and Robert knew that people would hear it. How could they not? The Valiant was silent in the night, and the bullet had not been a subtle sound.

“Stop struggling,” Robert pressed forward, kneeing Maya on his ribs and then using his foot to press down on her gun hand, “and just die!”

It seemed like he’d done just enough until Robert heard the shuffling of someone from behind him.

“Bobby,” it was the Master’s voice, and it was chilling to the very bone, “what in the world do you think you’re doing?”  The Time Lord’s tone was one of disbelief, but he also spoke it with complete and utter rage. In the next few instances, the Master tried to remain calm and collected (as there was no reason why this should have bothered him as much as it did), but this was not to be. “Let her go.” The Master's tone of voice showed that there was no turning back from what Robert had done.

It was a command, and it would no prevent the incoming slaughter that the Master would unleash.

“Fuck off—!”

The Master smiled, and allowed his wicked nature to take over. He looked intently towards Robert, and without hesitation the Master delved into the poor man’s mind. Robert looked to his hands with disbelief as they began to loosen their grip, and he realized that he couldn’t control his body any longer. His very mind seemed to be suggesting things, instructing things to his body, without any of his consent.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 12, 2015, 10:47:55 pm
The ringing in her ears wasn’t quite enough to deafen Robert as he cursed her again and told her to die. Pain shot through her chest as his knee pressed on it, threatened to break ribs with its force. There would be no aiming a shot at Robert—he stepped on her hand. Her fingers flexed, but couldn’t find the grip again.

Then, the flexing ceased.

Her hand dropped from Robert’s arm, clawing ceasing, as her body made an effort to preserve what life she had by not struggling, and not wasting the energy. It tried to soften death with the pretty hallucinations that came with lack of oxygen. The Darkness that came wasn’t the darkness of death, but a haunted house. The blond rebel was there again.

“No more Neverland for poor Peter.”


Perhaps death wasn’t actually that bad. There was a voice in the distance that wasn’t a part of the dream, but Maya didn’t register it until she was able to suddenly gasp in air. Her body did, immediately as the grip loosened, and reality struck her like a chill wind. The weight of Robert was lifting, but Maya still sent a kick for the man’s torso before she moved to pull herself away from him, clawing towards the wall and gripping the gun tighter once again.

It was a second later she noted that it was the Master in the doorway, and not some random guard. She hadn’t expected him to show up, of all the occupants on this ship, but for once she was happy to see him. She didn’t try to speak, knowing it would come out gravelly if she even could speak. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 01:21:41 am
It was a strange feeling, not being able to control their own body, seeing and not being ale to do a damn thing. Robert tried to fight back at the Master’s mind games, but it was useless. He knew about them, having seen them first hand whenever the Master got a little bored. Never did he think, however, that he would be at the other end of it. He felt his body turn, facing the Master, and he couldn’t even recognize his own expression. Robert had never seen the Master like that before, angered to a point where he didn’t look like himself anymore.

No, this was different — a Master that visibly seemed to care about what was going on. At first, Robert guessed that the Master might be upset at the fact that he had killed Maya without his consent, but he had never expected that the Master could actually care for someone he barely knew. That is precisely what it looked like.

“Master—,” Robert seemed to be able to speak for a second, but then he went mute.

The Master approached, his hold on Robert’s mind firmer and firmer. He looked into the mind of his paralegal, finding that which had frightened him, and that which scared him. The Master’s expression hardened at all the knowledge, and he began to alter the man’s memories, making them exactly what he feared. He replaced accomplishments with death, friendships with solitude.

Slowly, the Master began to empty who Robert thought he was, and it was beginning to come across his face.

“Please,” Robert broke the hold again, and he pleaded. The Master didn’t whether it was to him, or if it was related to any of the abominable images he was planting in Robert’s mind. The boy crumbled to the floor, his hands grabbing at his head, as if he had a headache that was physically painful. “Please stop!”

And then, out of nowhere, the Master snapped. The Time Lord physically approached Robert, and he kicked the boy in the stomach, making him curl into the fetus position. The Master didn’t say anything, his unstable nature showing a more serious side to him, albeit equally insane. A second kick was thrown, and then a third one. Robert seemed to freeze into a doll when the Master got ahold of his mind, and then went back to screaming like a scared little boy the next. Back and forth.

To the Master, this was a sick game, and he didn’t even care that he didn’t have the audience he usually wanted.

And then, the Master let Robert’s mind rest, and the boy laid curled on the floor, trying to catch his breath and exhausted.

“This is what happens,” said the Master, “when you break my trust, Bobby. You should have known better.”

Robert didn’t say anything, and so the Master turned to guard who had just been choked.

“You have the floor, Maya.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 01:52:58 am
Maya knew the look on the Master’s face, through all his sanity. It was a dagger to the heart. ‘So, he does.’ How strange it was to acknowledge the Master did trust her, and more besides. It was going to hurt to put a bullet through his head, despite it all. There was some sort of sickness associated with coming to care for one’s captor. Maya was lucid enough to know she was, clearly, sick. Lucid enough to understand the illness still had to be fought.

As she straightened up against the wall and massaged her neck, she watched. Maya was not certain what the Master was doing to Robert, but it was disturbingly satisfying. Far more than all his torture of Jack, and she wasn’t sure if it was because it was personal, or because the method itself seemed…superior to simple, physical, pain. For Robert was clearly enduring something far worse.

Robert pleaded. It did nothing, of course. The Master was beyond mercy. He received physical punishment on top of the mental. His cries certainly reached Jack, and everyone else on the Valiant, but no one came running to see what was going on.

‘This is what happens when you break my trust.’


Maya made a mental note of the reasons she didn’t want to fail, and added this. It would all end in death, of course. The Master gave her the floor, and Maya put the gun in its holster and walked to the man on the floor. She dropped to her knees and spoke gently, deceptively so, “You did it wrong, Robert,” she told him, reaching to his neck with her own hands.

Just once, she’d indulge her wrath. A finger caressed the side of it. She rolled him onto his back with her knee, and positioned herself atop his chest so that if he did start to struggle, he wouldn't get far. “The carotid artery here, and here, are where you want to press,” and she did so. The pressure was not half as much as Robert had applied to her, but it didn’t need to. “You don’t apply pressure to the front of the throat, like you did. That’s incorrect.” She spoke as if speaking to a child, “This way deprives the brain of oxygen, leading to hallucinations, by stopping the flow of blood. Eventually, that leads to unconsciousness, brain damage, and death,” crash-course in asphyxiation 101. She could feel the pressure building from the stopped blood beneath the skin, near her fingers. “And no pain from the pressure. Much simpler, no?” 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 02:24:06 am
Robert could breathe easy, but only for a few instances. The Master took a step back and offered the floor to Maya. It was then that he realized that he was as good as dead. Robert didn’t fight it, there was no way that he could come back from what the Master had done. The only regret he had in that moment, despite the horrors that he had been shown, was that Maya was still drawing breath.

As she approached him, Robert looked to her. The look that Robert gave her was one that was completely different from the one Donny had given her in his last breaths. Donny understood that the betrayal had been necessary, he had forgiven her, in a way. Robert was mocking her, his hatred just as evident as it had been a few minutes ago. He wanted to smile, but he couldn’t - he was too weak after all he had endured. . He only had a brief moment of opportunity, and he took it as Maya’s hands reached his neck.

“You’re going to fail, Maya.”

Robert was shifted, and then it began. He tried his hardest not to struggle, not to give Maya any more satisfaction than what he already was. She was, after all, going to kill him. In the end, though, he couldn’t help but struggle. The lack of air was beginning to be too much, and his instincts tried to take over. Naturally, he was too weak to do anything that could ever make a difference. His very senses began to lose focus, and slowly he fell limp on the floor, losing consciousness.

The Master did not interrupt, and he was still too angered to truly enjoy what Maya was doing. He couldn’t explain why he was so angry, and he felt like thinking about it would only make him angrier. Robert had been smart, but he was replaceable. The Master couldn’t have cared what Robert’s last words were; they didn’t matter. He waited patiently until Maya was done with all she wanted to do with the boy, and then he proceeded towards Maya. He didn’t get as close to her as he had earlier that day, but it was still a personal distance away.

For a few seconds, he didn’t know what to say — whether he needed to say anything at all. He look to Maya, his expression still hard and serious, and then took a step back, changing his mind at the last second.

“I don’t need to warn you again, Maya,” his words seemed to carry a threat, but his tone was only half-serious. He doubted very much that Maya would betray him, but it seemed like a logical thing to say at the time. “He shouldn’t have done that, I’ll see to it that someone else cleans him up.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 02:36:30 am
Maya never would understand why Aeron enjoyed it so, but then, she didn’t understand many of the things that Aeron enjoyed. She’d accepted that he simply liked to be in control, and to have someone’s trust in a matter of life or death was control of a certain. She watched as the life faded from Robert, his last words ringing in her head with his struggles. ‘No. No I won’t.’ She’d come too far to fail.

It wasn’t until the pressure released itself, that his heart stopped trying to pump, that Maya let him go. It was only then she could be certain he wouldn’t gasp at the air the way she had. She moved off of him, letting the corpse remain between herself and the Master when he approached.

It was the Master who stepped away. His words didn’t seem quite right, but who was Maya to question them? Sure. "I do not require any warnings, Master." Her voice was raw as she tried to speak normally, not in that gentle voice. This was a warning. She pretended it didn't hurt to speak above a whisper. “But, thank you for it, and for sending someone else to clean this,” Maya did appreciate that, though she reached down to grab Robert’s arm. She was at least removing him from her room so that she could sleep comfortably. ‘The fact I even can sleep after this is demented.’ Sanity was slipping its way back, or what remained of Maya’s sanity.

Somehow, this was worse than Donovan.

She could have gone about this any way she liked, and she chose the personal touch. ‘Jack can’t let me go back to society after this….’ She hoped Jack would know that without her saying it. She wasn’t sure he’d believe her, if she was aware enough to know.

Then again, she wasn’t sure she’d be aware enough when this was over, and she found herself crying over the Master. It seemed like a real possibility right then, and that frightened her. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 03:58:20 am
After Maya spoke and her gratitude sank in, the Master took yet another step back. He didn’t know why, but he was sure that he needed to get out. The step wasn’t one that was taken with care, no was he shaken, but it was evident that he was deep in thought. The Master, despite the fact that he was glad that Robert was dead, was unsure how to approach the situation — more importantly, he was unsure what he was feeling. In part it was the extent to which he had used his psychic abilities, and another part was that he was unfamiliar with dealing with actual gratitude.

He gave a nod to Maya in recognition of her gratitude, but didn’t say anything. He turned around and began to walk on out of the room. He contemplated saying something to Maya on his way out, but decided against it as soon as he crossed the threshold of her doorway. The Master did not stop, instead he made a right turn and went on his way.

“Clean up the body,” he instructed to a guard that was waiting just outside. Clearly, the staff of the Valiant had heard the screams, and they had wondered what had happened. It would be to their surprise to find Robert’s corpse — at least to those who couldn’t recognize the screams. The Master was over it, but his voice still voiced, “Do it now,” and he instructed with a hiss. The guard went to do what he was told without a single word in response.

The Master took a detour on his way back to his office, stopping into Jack’s room without warning. The Time Agent snapped his eyes towards him as soon as he went in, and his expression was one that he could not anticipate. Jack looked worried beyond anything else, and even though he should have been relieved when the Master emerged, he seemed even more frightened.

In fact, Jack was terrified.

‘Please, no.’ He was terrified that something had happened to Maya, but he would never say that. The screams didn’t seem like they were hers, but something had clearly happened. What else could it have been.

“What’s wrong?” The Master mocked, thrilled by the fact that he was in a superior position than Jack.

Jack didn’t bother with a response, the glare enough to convey his hatred for the man.

“Poor Jack, have you lost the will to speak?”

The Time Lord reached for a spiked mace, and he didn’t give a warning before he swung it at Jack. The spikes met with flesh, and Jack let out a painful scream. The man’s blood splattered across the floor, and the Master didn’t mind that some of it had stained him. Instead of pulling the mace from out of Jack’s neck, the Master let it rest there.

“Know your place, Jack. You’re still my toy.”

The Master looked at Jack, dying before him, and he felt better. And then he was gone from the room.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 04:13:14 am
A guard came soon after the Master left, and Maya handed off Robert to him.

A question actually stuttered its way out of the guard’s lips, “W-what happened?” The guard well knew Maya’s position by now.

“He tried to kill me,” Maya answered, “Jealousy,” she suggested, though knew it wasn’t that. Robert had never liked her. Adding to that was her actions against Donovan. Funny how he chose to hold that against her, and not the Master. Certainly Robert knew her fate if she disobeyed. ‘Oh well.’

The guard took Robert out. There was no real clean-up to do. The man had died without bleeding.

Jack, not so much. She heard his scream and looked that way, then sighed and ran her fingers back through her hair. ‘Soon.’ And so, she turned in for the night. The next day, she didn’t speak much, and drank quite a lot of honeyed tea. No wine. The wine still eluded her, but she was still certain it was there, somewhere.

The bruises vanished in time.

Months ticked by. Maya was given freedom away from the ship to tend to duties, the way Robert used to, but finding the time to actually end things seemed not to happen. Or, as Maya sometimes thought, perhaps she was intentionally delaying it. What happened to Robert didn’t scare her, but there was something about killing the Master that did. It was a final line.

Maya didn’t see as much of Jack anymore, either, to reinvigorate or guilt her for the delay.

There were others she saw, now and then. One of them was Lucy Saxon, though the woman seemed to just be a red shadow—somehow, barely noticeable.

Maya did see her when she went into the kitchen to start another pot of tea. Like most, she tended to ignore Lucy’s presence, but she always felt it. Of them all, Maya was certain Lucy was the most alone…and everyone was just too afraid to talk to her. Maya included.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 05:01:56 am
Jack was more lonely than he cared to admit. Maya didn’t come back as often as he would like, and he began to wonder whether she had changed her mind. She couldn’t have, right? Surely she was just busy trying to keep up the charade, and being close to the Master must have made it harder. But wouldn’t it also be easier to try something? Perhaps it wasn’t so simple.

The Time Agent had noticed that there had been changes in the way the Valiant was run, but some things remained the same. Jack was continued to be tortured, and the Doctor was isolated more and more after each day. No matter how the routine proceeded however, Maya was seen less and less.

One morning several months after that, Lucy found herself in the kitchen. Strangely enough, this was one of the few places where she felt like she could think. The Master played sick mind games, but he never ventured there for some reason. It was because of that she found the place so easy to escape to, and nobody seemed to want to talk her. The safe haven was not the reason why Lucy found herself that morning, but because she knew that was where Maya would be.

Lucy had noticed a change in the Master, something that she had once thought he felt for her. Before, she had thought that it was a kind of attention that the Master paid only to certain people, the kind of attention that Lucy had believed the Master felt for Robert. This was not the case. The Master clearly didn’t feel for Robert what Lucy thought, but she was certain of what the Master felt for Maya.

Maya needed to be warned. Lucy could not remember the last time she’d spoken to anyone, but she couldn’t just stay quiet. The Master was a monster, and he would reel her in the more that time passed by. No, Maya could still escape. Whether she was pretending or she was actually crazy, nobody deserved a fate with that man.

That morning, Lucy turned to Maya, and spoke for the very first time in a long time.

“What are you doing?” If she hadn’t known any better, Lucy would have thought that she sounded concerned.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 05:08:42 am
Maya couldn’t even recall what Lucy’s voice sounded like, but there was no question when the woman spoke. Maya’s hand shook, and she very nearly dropped the tea glass she held. Instead, her grip on the handle tightened, and she looked to Lucy. “Making tea?”

She had no idea why she phrased it as a question, and she mentally kicked herself for the guilt that slipped into her tone, as if making tea should be the absolute last thing she should do.

Maya set the cup on the counter after retrieving it from the cupboard. Perhaps there was something else. Maya didn’t know where Lucy was on the hierarchy, but she assumed that Lucy was higher-up than she was.

Maya calmed her voice enough to ask in her usual monotone, “Is there something I’m neglecting, Mrs. Saxon?” Maya inquired, realizing she didn't even know how to address Lucy. Her eyes looked away from Lucy, and to the tea kettle that could not have been any slower.

Never mind that Maya had just turned it on to heat the water a few seconds ago. The water should clearly be boiling right now. Oh! Wait, she hadn’t figured out what tea she wanted, had she? She walked to the cupboard with the teas, and dug through it to distract herself, seeking one of the green bags. Green tea suddenly sounded divine, though her plan had been to find her regular black tea. 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 05:19:16 am
Lucy shook her head, as if she was looking to an innocent child and not the ruthless guard and murderer that she knew Maya to be.

“What are you doing with him?” She clarified her question, ignoring both of Maya’s preliminary answers. She absently began to trace her fingers over her left hand, waiting for Maya to come back to where she’d been before. “Surely you don’t think I am completely clueless,” even if she’d given enough reason for anyone to believe that. “I can see how the Master looks at you, and people are beginning to notice, too.”

If they weren’t, then clearly something else was wrong. “You need to get away from him, or you are going to get hurt more than you realize is possible.” Her own self was proof of that. She couldn’t even remember what kind of woman she was before she met Saxon, and it was harder every day to even wake in the morning. At one point, she had considered death to be the better alternative.

“Anyone in their right mind would have the sense to get away,” she looked away, “especially when they see what the man has done to me. You’re smart, I can see that. So let me ask you again, what are you doing? Are you in love with him?”

In that moment, Lucy didn’t know whether she sounded concerned or if she sounded jealous.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 05:29:54 am
There was a short answer to Lucy’s first question, but Maya didn’t speak it. She found her tea, and walked back to where the cup and the kettle were. Lucy chose to elaborate then, and Maya looked to the empty cup as she did.

There was a reason she couldn’t look at Lucy, a reason every word that Lucy spoke seemed to put Maya on eggshells. She knew that voice from when she’d used it. She knew the haunted look in Lucy’s eyes from when she’d held it in her own. It was impossible to look at Lucy without remembering, and for some reason, she was trying to forget.

‘That’s what he is, though.’

Maya looked up when Lucy looked away. ‘You are being sensible. You’d be dead and we both know it.’ It was sensible to stay rather than die. “I’m…,” that should be a very simple answer, so why wasn’t it? Why couldn’t Maya say she wasn’t in love with the Master? “not.” It sounded like a half-truth, a secret that she didn’t fully know herself. The doubt in her own tone caused enough worry to start a flood of adrenaline, the panic of fight-or-flight in the rush of her confusion.

Her face didn’t show it. “I’m merely doing my job. Speaking of,” she wasn’t doing her job at all. She needed to. She needed to, before she got too confused, before she got in too deep, before she let herself become like Lucy again.

Lucy could never have a good life here. Jack couldn’t. The Doctor. She knew how to end this. “Where is he? There’s a matter I need to discuss with him.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 05:47:02 am
Lucy heard Maya, even when the latter never seemed to find it in her to look her in the eyes, and seemed to frown. It was this, and something that Lucy couldn’t quite point out, that didn’t seem to convince her of Maya’s answer. Maya didn’t seem so sure of herself, not how she usually did with other things. Maya’s face showed no signs of distress, but Lucy could see something behind the mask. There was definitely something beneath the surface. Perhaps Maya just didn’t know it yet…

“I think it is a good sign,” said Lucy, turning back to the empty plate that sat in front of her, “that you can’t seem to look me in the eye. It means you’re not blind. That is good. It means that it is not too late for you.” She didn’t immediately answer Maya’s query, but she knew that she had to. The Master would hear of it, and that would not end well. Like Jack, Lucy was also the Master’s play thing.

Maya didn’t deserve the fate that surely awaited her.

“I think he’s in his office,” she breathed out, giving her best guess, “though I don’t know why you would seriously think that I know where he is.” The Master gave no updates to anyone, except perhaps Maya. “Whatever it is that you need to talk to him about,” Lucy turned back to Maya, “make sure that you’re careful with him.”

There was a pause, it was agony and desperation alike.

“He’s so much worse than you know.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 05:58:40 am
Maya might have found Lucy's perception strange, if she weren't aware of how the Master had tricked an entire nation. The fact that Lucy noticed so much was a nod to the Master's skill at tricking people, and then keeping them wrapped up in his game through fear. She didn't expect her own perception to be complimented, considering they were in a similar boat.

No, Maya supposed she didn’t really expect Lucy to know where the Master was, despite that perception. She merely wanted confirmation of her own suspicions. Maya gave a single nod and started to walk for the door, before Lucy added in that last bit. She paused, hand on the doorway.

“No,” Maya denied what Lucy said, not that the Master was terrible, but that she was ignorant. “He isn’t.” She left the kitchen then, left that last cup of tea and the warming water, because she could no longer accept such a luxury.

‘Knock. He’ll know it is you by the knock and invite you in.’
Maya told herself as her feet took her towards the office. ‘You can deduce where he is standing by the sound of his voice. Aim. Fire.’ Simple. As simple as when she’d done it to Jack. This couldn’t go wrong. She couldn’t let it go wrong. Everyone else had failed because they’d been too rash, too caught up in emotion.

Sure, this was a bit of an emotional movement, but she had been planning it forever. She’d known how to do it forever.

Maya came to the office door, and she knocked those familiar three beats into the door.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 06:18:00 am
The very universe was at risk from the Master’s invasion. Not all of it had succumbed to him yet, but a great deal had. The Toclafane were not  easy to take down, and his invasions often resulted in an increase in his band of followers. His armies grew, and his name became more and more famous. At his side had been Maya throughout, and the next couple of days would prove to be just a fruitful as the last couple of months.

The Daleks and the Xhinn were but a few that had only barely managed to avoid him. Even then, the Master was beginning to corner them to a place where they could no longer escape. He was looking at a hologram of his next conquest when he heard the all-too-familiar knocks outside his door. He pushed away from the table and stood from his seat, going around the table to get a better look at the hologram.

“Come in, Maya,” he said, using his hands to stretch the hologram from end to end, zooming into one of the planets with the relevant population density. The Master’s invasion attempt had gone without a hitch, and so there was no reason to believe that this would be any different.

“This is our next project,” he crossed his arms without turning to meet Maya, completely unaware of what it was she came in to do. Still, upon saying her name, the Master smiled. “We will do greater and better things than this, you and I.”

And then he turned to face her.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 06:26:00 am
‘One.’ Maya heard the Master’s steps, and she followed them in her head as one hand undid the strap of the gun and took it in hand. ‘Two.’ Her hand moved to the doorknob as he continued to speak, but he had stopped moving.

Maya pulled open the door, trying to block his voice out. His words. Everything. It wasn’t working so well since it seemed in the moment, everything was flooding her instead. She’d learned to act through emotions before, and planned to as she took one step in, gun lifted already, and he turned.

‘Three.’

Finger to trigger, Maya fired, but knew immediately her aim was off. Her hand had been shaking too severely, desperately not wanting to do this as much as she wanted to do it. She hadn’t been ready, and it was with a painful realization that Maya understood she’d missed her chance by months.

Without even caring if the bullet hit him enough to hinder his actions, Maya threw the gun aside and let her back fall against the door. She slid down it, crossed her arms over her knees, and pressed her forehead to her arms. Hot tears were already starting to fall. ‘Fuck.’ She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t even sure what to feel, since at that moment it seemed she was feeling everything but fear. A laugh or a scream seemed equally feasible, but neither came forward.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 06:55:00 am
At first, the Master thought it was a joke, merely a greeting that had been personalized by the mutual relationship they had. What else could it be? When he took a closer look at Maya’s expression, however, he knew better. That very second, even before Maya pulled the trigger, the Master knew what was going to happen. He felt his hearts want to stop completely, and a chill went down his spine — an entirely unfamiliar feeling. He wasn’t afraid about what was going to happen, as guns never did scare him, but something clearly happened within him.

He was certainly frightened of something. 

The bullet was fired, and the Master realized. What he had been feeling on top of fear was sadness, the one brought as a product of anger and betrayal. He’d only felt this way once, and it had set him on a path from which he didn’t turn back. This time, however, it seemed worse than the last. The Master looked to Maya’s eyes and wondered what he’d done, and why this was happening all over again.

And so the Master realized why he was afraid. He was afraid of the truth before him, that another person had decided to turn against him, a person that he had convinced himself would never do so. He was deeply and irrevocably afraid that his suspicions were right, and that this was not some sort of sick practical joke.

When the bullet met with flesh, the Master almost seemed to not care. It pierced his upper abdomen, but the bullet did not go all the way through. The pain ignited, but this was not the pain that overcame the Master. No, the pain which was proving to be intolerable was not a physical pain at all.

“What have you done?” For the first time, the Master didn’t sound very confident.

The fear which had consumed him could be heard with every word he spoke. His hand found the wound, very minor in nature, and then it came back up. The Master looked at his hand, the blood on it falling down towards his elbow in a trail of dark red.

“I thought—,” his voice was one of agony, but there was an undertone of absolute rage. “I can’t believe,” his bloody hand reached for his throat as he found it harder and harder to speak. “Why is this—?!” He stumbled forward, eyes wide with anger but glossed with complete heartbreak.

“You were supposed to be the difference, Maya!”

Slowly, the Master’s mind began to be flooded with the drums. Slowly, the mechanism that had been controlling him for so long was beginning to fight back at the emotion that was overcoming him. The rage had been overpowered by his feelings, but that was quickly changing. The anger was growing, and it would only be a matter of time before the Master began to pick up the pieces.

Maya had shattered the Master, but he had not died.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 07:10:11 am
Maya had struck him. She knew this, but never considered running to get the gun, or finishing things. She might have even had a chance as he raged at her. ‘I’m sorry.’ It was not only to Angelus, Jack, and Lucy. It was to the Master she was sorry, for his anger was sincere.

He had, stupidly, trusted her.

She lifted her head up to look at what she’d done, as if it might provide the answer to the Master’s query. He was bleeding, of course. He was bleeding and screaming. Maya didn’t rise to stand. She’d already accepted her fate was bound to be worse than Robert’s. There was no point to running.

His final accusation caused her eyes to move to the floor. “I know,” she’d known for too long that the Master had considered she was different from everyone else. She took no pride in it, but accepted the fact for what it was. She wouldn’t insult him now, and wouldn’t boast. She had failed, after all. She had no claim to do either, and wouldn’t have wanted to.

Her deaths were quick to spare people that pain, and not just the physical pain. “I’m sorry,” her voice broke on the words. For some reason, it had to be said. He had to know that, despite the action, she still felt absolutely terrible for committing it.

A deep breath.“I’m sorry,” again. It came out clearer. Terrible last words. “I couldn’t help you, and I couldn’t….” couldn’t bear to continue down this path. Couldn’t lose herself to the insanity that drove him. Couldn’t become Lucy, either. “I couldn’t keep serving you, either. I don’t even know why I said it. I don't belong here. I'm not a killer.” Worst time to figure that out.

At least at the end, she supposed, she’d figured out who she was again. For once. The tears continued to fall on her arm, but she took comfort in the fact she could even still feel.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 07:25:26 am
‘Kill her.’

The drums kept beating, over and over again. They were no longer the subtle sounds in the back of his mind, nor the loud bangs that hurt him several months earlier when he’d made her his second-in-command. No, these drums were much louder and truly horrible, crippling and amplified by the screams of the Master’s victims, by his own promises to never truly trust anyone after what had happened with the Doctor, and by the very emotions he had not allowed himself to admit.

These drums were so much worse, and the Master could not keep them quiet.  He couldn’t hush them. He could only embrace them.

‘Kill her.’

The Master approached Maya, but his body shifted towards the gun she’d thrown aside. The wound was dripping, but the Time Lord ignored it. His mind could not comprehend the pain in that moment, for it was deeply focused in trying to recover from what had been a severe blow to his person. The pain was nothing but a small distraction, and it would not break the mind. The pain could never do that.

“I don’t want to,” he snapped, pleading.

‘Kill her.’ His mind repeated firmly.

The Master fell to his knees as his arm stretched forward and his hand reached for the gun. As soon as his hand closed around its grip, the Master closed his eyes and the tears spilled over. The gun was lifted, and the Master was having a hard time breathing again. The Master hated the drums, and it only became apparent right then. Why now? Why couldn’t he have realized this before?

“I don’t want to!”

‘Kill her.’

And then he shouted — a shout that was loud, powerful, and one filled with utter frustration. Immediately after that, the Master’s finger sought the trigger.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 07:41:23 am
Maya hadn’t been able to help him, but then, had she been trying? It was only as he started to argue with himself that it sunk in that she had been right. Something was wrong with him. There was a Master trapped inside his own mind, and it was never clearer to her than in that very moment.

‘You can’t let him do this.’


It was that thought which took her back to Angelus, and his death, but put it in another light. She could not have condemned Angelus to live with her death. Her suicide. How could she condemn this man to live with her death when he, for some reason, didn’t want it?

‘What can I even do?’


Maya didn’t know how to help him. She didn’t know how to save the universe if he wasn’t dead, but her mind went back to the Doctor, to the one man who also hadn’t wanted the Master dead. He had that woman, Martha—he must have had a plan. Was it still possible?

Her mind came alive with possibility as the Master gripped the gun. No, she didn’t want to die, she never had, but now she had a new direction. A new thought. ‘How the hell will I ever…?’ Adrenaline was still in her veins, shaking her. “Are we going to be efficient today?”

Bad joke. Bad tastes. Maya’s hand moved to the wall. She knew she couldn’t outrun a bullet, but his aim could fail him if she moved at the right moment, and her eyes followed his finger as it sought the trigger. She’d just have to pull herself up, and it’d strike something non-fatal, if she was lucky. ‘And then what? Then he’ll kill you, still.’

Maybe.

She didn’t have any other options. "I thought I'd suffer worse than Robert. Don't you want to see what's in my head?"
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on May 13, 2015, 08:01:48 am
The Master could not control himself, and he couldn’t control his heaving chest, or anything else. Maya spoke, and it was different from any other he’d heard her. She sounded like a different person, almost like a person who wanted to help him. Hadn’t she shot at him a few instances ago? The Master’s mind did not allow him to rationalize any other thought than her murder. She deserved it, didn’t she? She had betrayed him just as the Doctor had, just as Robert had.

‘KILL HER!’

“PLEASE!”

HELP ME.

Why was this so familiar? Why did he feel this way?

‘KILL HER!’

The Master screamed as his hand began to shake. The Master closed his eyes again, tight to the point where he wrinkled his nose in desperation. Despite his attempts to stop himself, his finger pulled the trigger, and the gunshot rang out in the room. His finger did not stop there, it shot again and again.

“PLEASE!”

GET OUT.

Why couldn’t he kill her, if he had no trouble before?

‘KILL HER!’

The drums were too loud, too erratic, that the Master could no loner make them out as a clear beats of four. They went on forever, and they didn’t follow a pattern any longer. Despite their unusual behavior, the Master couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. He sought Maya’s mind with his mind, but found a resistance that unnerved him. Had he killed her? Had he ruined his very life because of the drums?

Another bullet rang, and it rang similarly to the first, hitting the wall.

“GET OUT, MAYA!”

The Master’s voice broke, afraid, desperate, and hopeful. Then his hand shot yet another bullet, and it hit something so close to him that the sound deafened the Master. When the strange ring in the Master’s head subsided, he could no longer hear the loud, beating, drums.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on May 13, 2015, 08:18:58 am
A wall. The first shot hit the wall. Maya had pulled herself to her feet, but had hesitated when it hit the wall. The man was fighting with all he had, and fired more into the wall. She moved away, and reached up to the necklace, the ring. ‘Maybe those dreams aren’t dreams.’

Martha had a key, and keys went to places. Maya saw it, before she darted out of the room, within the pocket on the Master’s suit jacket. One deep breath was taken and she walked forward. Another bullet struck the floor so near her foot, so near him, but she walked, knelt at his side, and pinched the chain. She pulled it from his pocket, and she ran.

The Master would no doubt get over his moment, and Maya didn’t want to be anywhere close when he got a grip on himself. ‘But he never—’ Maya wasn’t about to trust it, nor waste time.

She sprinted into the room with the Doctor, trapped and alone as he was in his cage, and came to an abrupt halt before it. “Doctor,” she calmed her voice, though her heart was in her throat, and her breathing erratic from the run. “I don’t have very long, so tell me, what was Martha going to do with this?”

The Doctor fixed her with a hard stare. The guards in the room looked between each other, seeming uncertain what to do. So far as they knew, Maya still had all the authority in the world to do as she liked. “Tick tock, Doctor, really, really don’t have the time. You didn’t want him dead, so tell me—how is everything fixed?”

A very slow understanding found itself on his face. The broken look threatened to show hope. “It opens my TARDIS,” the voice hadn’t been used in days, and it was dry. Dehydrated. “Which he turned into a paradox machine. It holds the paradox he created in place.”

Paradox machine? This was not something Maya knew about. “Is it here, on the Valiant?” There was one room she’d never seen.

“Yes, but—” the Doctor was going to say he wasn’t sure what to do about it, but Maya made her decision.

Break the machine, break the paradox. She didn’t think of the consequences to the TARDIS, didn’t care about the consequences as she went running again. She didn't even know exactly what the consequences of ending the paradox would be, but also, didn't care. Perhaps she should have stayed to get more information, but time was not something she had.

And besides, certainly Jack would know something. Right?

She snatched an automatic weapon from one of the other guards with no explanation, and burst right into Jack’s room.

There was a manic grin on her lips, “We have things to do and no time!” She informed him and went about undoing the restraints, quick as she could. She intended to keep the collar on. While the guards were still ignorant, she’d use that to her advantage. Having Jack walk around as he pleased would break that illusion.  
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 11, 2015, 03:33:39 pm
For a few moments, there was peace.

BANG.

Slowly, the Master began to make sense of it. For the first few instances, he couldn’t really fathom exactly what had happened just moments past. When at last his eyes dared to search the room, they only caught the aftershock of what he’d done, and he was completely alone. The Master felt his chest heave, but he didn’t feel tired. He felt his eyes tear, but he didn’t feel any distress.

As he rose, he felt his previously shaking hands calm immediately. Maya had escaped, and he could not believe that he had instructed her to do so.

BANG.

“Where did you run off to?” The Master’s voice was calm, pitch completely still and unamusing.

Just outside, several of his guards had found the courage to peek into the previously chaotic room. They turned to the Master, but they didn’t move from their place as soon as they caught sight of him. No, they were frozen in fear. Fear of not knowing what to expect from the madman.

BANG.

“She tried to kill me,” the Master said to the guards, pretending to be offended.

They didn’t move.

“Are you deaf?” The Master spat. “Maya tried to kill me!”

The anger began to slowly creep back into his mind.

BANG.

‘1…2…3…4.’

Then, the Master smiled.

***

Jack knew that something was going on outside, and although Maya had not visited him or really spoken to him at all, he couldn’t help but hope. He hoped that Maya had found the courage in her to move forward with her plan, that at long last the Master’s corpse littered the floors of the Valiant.

The second that Maya came in, however, and despite the fact that she seemed unstoppable in that moment, Jack knew that the Master still lived. Her words were encouraging, and as she undid the binds, Jack knew that she had a plan.

This was it.

“I’m glad you didn’t take long,” he joked with a crooked smile. When he realized that his collar was not removed, he gave Maya a single nod. He’d play along to keep the unaware completely ignorant. What else could he do for now?

Protect her.

“We need to find the TARDIS,” he said, allowing himself to be pulled one last time.

Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on June 11, 2015, 06:45:49 pm
Maya didn’t know what a TARDIS was, though the Doctor had mentioned it, and she was certain the Master had before, too. She was certain she knew it, certain also that she knew where it was. It was going to be in the one room she was forbidden to go in. “Understood,” she told Jack as the two slipped out of the room.

There was an anxious energy now in the ship. The Master would have gotten himself together by now, or so Maya imagined. How long until the news spread to the guards in this area? In any area?

The ship was only so large. Could the Master guess where she’d go? ‘Does it matter?’ Maya didn’t know what this TARDIS could do, now that it was a paradox machine. Her plan was still to destroy it—break the paradox, to hell with the consequences. Nothing could be worse than this. Nothing at all.

“What will…happen?” Maya found herself asking, curious in spite of her apathy about the future. “No, nevermind.” She didn’t need to know, and talking would be suspicious.

There was nothing left for her, after all. No brother, no family, no fiancé. She wasn’t even sure she had herself left, after this.

The area outside the room had its guards, but Maya held her confident posture. One of the guards did move, as if to stop her, but Maya met his gaze before the action was completed. He stiffened, and stepped back into his proper position, assuming the Master had given Maya permission.

So in walked Maya, and following behind her was Jack.

That was when she let Jack go, and then took the key she’d stolen and offered it out. “I assume you know better what to do, so…I’ll give you what time I can.”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 11, 2015, 07:15:52 pm
Jack followed Maya, keeping up the charade easily. It was not hard for him to look defeated as he was dragged ahead like a dog, and his expression was one he had worn many times before. Despite all the excitement he was feeling, Jack could still sense that something was different. The guards were looking to him as if he was out of place, as if Maya herself was out of place. He wondered briefly whether it would have been better if Maya had actually killed the Master.

He deserved it.

The man didn’t need to ask, however. Jack knew that he was still alive, and he would waste no time in asking Maya about it. It didn’t matter, not really. The only thing that mattered was the need for them to reach the TARDIS, to put an end to all the Master’s madness. His eyes searched Maya, finding the gun he carried with her. Jack didn’t have time to wonder whether it would work, his gut was leading him.

Jack fought back the temptation to smile, despite himself.

After Maya led them both past the guard and into the room where the TARDIS was, she offered him the key. Jack took it, giving Maya the first truly since smile that crossed his lips before pulling in closer to give her a brief embrace.

“Thank you,” he motioned quickly to the gun, “but I’ll need your gun.”

And so he took it, turning to open the TARDIS as quickly as he could.

“Maya!” The Master called playfully after the girl who betrayed him, and it sounded like he was quickly approaching the two of them. “Why are you hiding from me?”

Jack didn’t let the man’s cold voice affect him. It didn’t matter right then all that the Master had done to him, all the torture he had endured because of that man. Jack pushed through the struggle and managed to open the TARDIS. He did not hesitate and he did not think.

Jack simply opened fire.
 
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on June 12, 2015, 07:15:16 am
The embrace caught Maya by surprise, so much so that there was no thought of resisting when the gun was taken from her hands. The Master had his moments of kindness, but this was far different. There was a sincerity to it that could have broken her heart, as she considered it might be one of their last interactions.

She didn’t know what was going to happen after this, and let Jack go without protest. She didn’t even return the embrace, too surprised.

The Master called out, and Maya turned around towards the door, away from the TARDIS. “I’m not hiding!” She called, uncertain if it would be loud enough. Foolish, absolutely foolish, but Maya was certain he already knew where she was.

She no longer had the gun, so her hand instead went to the bat. She knew that she wouldn’t use it, but it was something to brandish as Jack unloaded on the machine behind her. She chanced a glance over her shoulder, but wasn’t allowed to see anything within the TARDIS. The Valiant rocked suddenly, and Maya lost her footing and fell onto her left side, no doubt bruising her shoulder from the surprise fall.


What Maya didn’t know, but what the Doctor sensed immediately, was that time was reversing itself.

The Doctor smiled, and then he laughed in his room as he finally took hold of his own energy to heal his aged body. The golden glow surrounded him, reversing his age as the cells began to rapidly heal. He wouldn’t have bothered with this earlier, since the Master would have simply aged him back. It’d be a waste of energy. However, he knew that now, it wasn’t.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 12, 2015, 03:56:21 pm
Jack could sense that time was reversing, though perhaps not to the extent that the Doctor could. Nevertheless, it brought about a nostalgic thrill inside him – starting off at first as only a sensation, but growing into a tempest of emotion. Maya had done what Martha was supposed to do, and the Master had been stopped in his tracks of world dominion. Even though time was fixing itself, erasing all that had happened from existence, Jack could not bring himself to stop the gun.

The gun continued its shriek, and Jack would emerge proud from the TARDIS.

The Doctor would live, and all the lives that had been lost would be revived in an alternate past. The blond rebel who the Master disfigured would live. Donovan, the guard who tried to kill the Master, would live. Even Robert, the paralegal who’d run the Valiant for a time, would see the light of day again. All the others, too. All of them.

The same could not be said about the Master. He’d sensed it too, of course, and there was nothing that he could have done to stop it. The Valiant tumbled as the paradox machine crumbled, yet the Master managed to stay afoot as he approached Maya and Jack.

The Master let out a shout, angered and completely demented. However brief it was, it still reflected just how frustrated and livid he was about the situation. Despite it all, he was still confused. In his search for Maya, he had not truly realized what was going to happen to his paradox machine. Perhaps it was that the paradox machine simply didn’t matter to him as much as Maya’s betrayal did.

This seemed even worse than death, in a way.

“Why?!” He asked the fallen Maya on the floor as he emerged in the room, eyes cold and unkind.

Jack was soon out of the TARDIS, gun in hand. He’d protect Maya from the Master’s retaliation. Dying again seemed like an easy price to pay for their victory. Whatever the Master had done before, it was now gone. It was all erased.

At long last, it was over.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on June 12, 2015, 07:29:52 pm
As the Valiant started to settle, the Master entered in the room. ‘Can he fix it?’ was Maya’s first worry. Then she heard the Master’s question and her gaze settled on his. She heard Jack step out of the TARDIS, and could see he still had the gun. He didn’t fire senselessly.

‘No, he never did.’


The three of them had been on a ship together, before. Memory, dream, the future or the past, Maya found she was too disoriented to know or care, but she knew its truth all the same. Jack had protected her, and Jack hadn’t fired senselessly at the Master. Was it his Doctor that kept him pacified, or was it something else?

‘Something else.’
Maya determined as she managed to sit up.

Her phone rang. Maya knew it was Angelus, and saying his name as the reason was on the tip of her tongue, but it wasn’t complete.

Not complete enough, anyway. Maya clicked the reject button.

Maya placed the bat on the ground and rose, hands open, “I can’t tell you why,” she spoke slowly, carefully, “but I can show you.” She’d never seen or understood all the Master could do with minds, but she knew his control could be absolute. She’d seen what he did to Robert, after all. If he could do that, certainly he could just see.

One hand was extended towards him, “Come see.” It was an invitation meant to trick her own mind into allowing permission, though she knew she might regret it. She was dead anyway. If Jack died, she’d be next. There was no point in Jack’s senseless sacrifice.

~***~

The Doctor was left only with one, very clearly afraid, guard when he kicked the door of his own cage and crawled out. The Doctor didn’t care where the other guards were, he only cared where Jack and the Master were, and all his senses were telling him they were in the same place. They were at his TARDIS which was, blissfully, a TARDIS again.

He knew the path, and didn’t spare the guard a look. He did pause to pick up his sonic screwdriver, kept far from him at all times, but always in sight—the cruel torture of the Master. He spun it in hand, smiled, and then ran to get to the TARDIS room.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 12, 2015, 08:03:09 pm
The Master wanted to explode in rage, to unleash his very frustration on all who were present, but he knew that wasn’t the wisest choice anymore. No, things were far too delicate for that anymore. The complexity of the situation kept him temporarily paralyzed. The Time Lord turned, and Jack settled his gaze on him – hard and unforgiving. If there was a way that the Master could rebuild what he had lost, he couldn’t see it.

“What game are you playing?” The Master looked to Maya and her outstretched hand, confused and defensive. “Are you mocking me?” When he looked to Maya, however, the Master saw something different in her. It was as if now, in hindsight, he could see just how masked and insincere Maya had been up until that point. Despite that, the Master felt like she was not lying to him right then.

Could she really control whatever it had been that prevented him from intruding upon her mind?

“Maya,” said Jack, a single word that served as a warning to what she was about to do. He took a step forward, entirely intending to stop the Master from reaching her, but something stopped him.

Jack stopped in his tracks, but the Master approached Maya. She looked sincere, but her betrayal had left a wound that had not yet healed. Just before reaching for her hand (and despite being fully tempted to just strangle her), the Master ruthlessly attacked her mind.

The barriers which had kept him at bay before were now gone. It didn’t feel like Maya was trying to keep him out at all, and so he found what she had to offer. These were dreams, thoughtless interpretations and imaginations of things that didn’t make sense. At first, the Master didn’t even question their validity.

Except…

These weren’t just dreams or hopeful wishes. These images that began to flood into the Master’s mind were memories, and they felt real. The Master knew better than to believe them, so why couldn’t he tell the difference between these memories and his own? How had she known that rebel before she’d even met him? What about that man that seemed all too familiar, the one he’d never seen before?

The Master’s mind control lost its aggression, and instead just maintained a calm hold on Maya’s memories.
The Master’s confusion was evident, and it seemed like for a moment the drums had lost their hold on him. Something much larger was at play here, and it left a hollow feeling in the Master’s stomach.

“Who are you?”

'Who are you to me?'

***

Martha’s eyes opened as if she had just woken from deep sleep. Her mind began to race – desperately trying to remember what had happened. It was useless, of course. Whatever had happened in the year, it was as if it had never existed. When she craned her neck forward and pushed herself up, she recognized immediately that she was on the Valiant.

But how?

And then she saw him, quite a ways away, but he was absolutely unmistakable. Martha’s hand absently reached for her neck, as if searching for something. With a look of both worry and relief, she broke into a sprint towards the man.

“Doctor!”

Without hesitating and without warning, she embraced him.

“What’s going on?”
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on June 12, 2015, 08:21:37 pm
"It's okay, Jack. Trust me." Maya managed to say, right before she felt the force of the Master's probbing.

It hurt.

Maya had expected it to, but it was a pain unlike any she’d ever known, for who on Earth could have possibly attacked her mind? Physical, emotional, and even mental assault were things she was familiar with, but this was a different level. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes, did her best to keep the guards down and to keep her hand from digging her nails into the flesh of the Master’s.

She didn’t try to direct the thoughts. That would have been far beyond her skill, and she was smart enough to know what she could and couldn’t do. This was something new, something she was only just beginning to understand.

Then, it calmed. The agony of having her mind assaulted left a throbbing pain, but the sharpness of it was gone. Maya opened her eyes, and in her mind’s eye she could see what the Master was seeing, knew which memories he was flicking through. Her breathing slowed to match her calm, and she was pleased to see the Master was confused.

His question came, and Maya could only answer, “I’ve been asking myself that for a while. I don't think I ever belonged here.” Maya was not the guard, though she’d played that role. “None of this seems quite right, does it? I think I’m her, though. Somehow.” That had to be how she had the ring, that ring that only the Master could have, that ring which she’d caught when it was thrown to her in a time that once was.

Her hand finally closed around his hand, the way it had in times that once were. “I think we’re friends.”

As far as they’d admit. As far as she’d confess.

~***~

The Doctor had been so lost in his concern that he hadn’t seen Martha there, and he nearly fell over when her body collided with his, taking him into an embrace. He staggered, but laughed and threw his arms around her, happy.

She was alive. “Martha Jones!” He declared in the happiest of voices, pulling her tighter against him, “I’m so glad,” he said, his mind rushing back to the fact she had been dead. He almost said it, but then he remembered there was still a problem.

Just as quickly as Martha had initiated it, the Doctor broke it with sudden force, “We have to get to Jack. He should be at the TARDIS. Come on now!” He said, and he took off running, hoping Martha would follow him.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 12, 2015, 08:50:07 pm
Maya’s words were honest, but they didn’t help clarify anything. Quite the opposite, actually. They raised questions that the Master would have never asked before. How had this been possible? A paradox had created all of this, his ring that was given to her by an unfamiliar man. What did it all mean? Why was she sent here? And perhaps most importantly: who was behind it?

“Friends…,” the word sounded strange coming out of the Master’s lips, and yet when he said it he felt his grip on Maya’s hand soften. When Maya closed her grip on his hand, the loud bangs came back into his mind.

They were painful, and their echoes made the man flinch. The Master closed his eyes, in agony and frustration, but he didn’t act out. They were trying to control him, but they were weaker. The drums were banging loudly, but they were losing their strength. The Master wasn’t bending to the drums, and he was beginning to understand what was different between this world and the other.

It was him.

The Master withdrew his hand and took a step back, silent. This single act was enough for Jack to question whether the Master was entirely mad. He surely didn’t seem so in that moment. It was different, and even though he hated the man, Jack couldn’t ignore it.

Not even the steps of people approaching caused a change in the Master. 

As soon as Martha emerged, Jack smiled – his expression that of complete relief. Everything had been fixed, it seemed.

“I…don’t know what to do.”

The Master was lost, and he was absolutely terrified of the drums, the uncertainty, and his other life.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Krystal Itzume on June 12, 2015, 09:02:25 pm
At the start of this, Maya would have never imagined this as the end result, but when the Master had gone through her dreams it seemed to solidify them in her head as memories and she held fast to them. She wouldn’t let them slip back into the abyss of thought, as so many dreams did. She didn’t want to forget it.

He let go of her hand and slipped back. Maya didn’t move. She was torn between moving back to Jack and asking him the favor that she knew she needed to ask, and approaching the Master.

Running steps complicated things more, as first Martha—a woman Maya could never forget—appeared in the doorway, and then the Doctor. The Doctor not as an old man, but as a youthful person Maya had seen once before in a movie. ‘And in a maze. In a maze with Rose.’

There was a shriek in the back of her mind, and Maya keeled forward, a hand going to her head as the Doctor looked, bewildered, from all the faces. The Master was injured, but not dead. Jack looked confused and concerned. Maya was—oh hell, she was holding her head—but the Master didn’t appear to be behind. He was…not in control? He didn’t know what to do?

“What?” The Doctor couldn’t stop his own confusion. Since when did the Master not know what to do? He immediately looked to Jack, “What’s going on?” Because he was so utterly lost now, to see the Master lost.

When Maya got a grip of the pain, it was not the Maya of the Year that was looking through those young eyes. It was Maya Porter of five years in the future, and she looked quite bewildered herself. The memories of this Year quickly became her own in the span of seconds, and the rush of thought was difficult to accept. However, when she looked up, she took hold of the last few moments and made sense of them as best she could.

Her phone was ringing again, and Maya grabbed it. The name Aeron was on it, and Maya hurled the phone away from her with force, startling the Doctor. “Master,” Maya called to him, said, “Don’t worry. The drums will be gone, and five years from now, I’ll understand. So will Jack.” She turned to look to Jack, to say something along the lines of ‘I love you’, because it would slip so easily to Jack, the love for him like that for Angelus, but all she got was, “Jack, I—” and then she was ripped from the Year rather violently, time up.
Title: Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
Post by: Bleu on June 12, 2015, 09:33:10 pm
When Maya crumbled, the Master was concerned. There was no hiding it, and he couldn’t even stop himself from showing it. The pounding in his head was becoming louder, but it didn’t matter. The Master wanted to approach Maya more, to help her, but he couldn’t. He took a step forward, but nothing more than that resulted. How was he supposed to stop something that he couldn’t control?

Who was attacking her?

Jack was at her side at once, but even he was confused about what was happening.

When the Doctor spoke and after Maya got a grip on her pain, the Master turned to face him. The Doctor seemed to be just as confused as he was, which wasn’t comforting at all. Not often was the Master without any answers, and in the rare occasion that such a thing would happen, the Master would have normally turned to the Doctor. In the past, that is, when they were friends. Perhaps even still.

“It’s the drums,” guessed Jack after the Doctor’s query, but he was sure that the Doctor knew that already. “Something is causing this.”

“I’m not supposed to be here,” said the Master, though not entirely true. “Maya is not supposed to be here.”

Then, Maya spoke. She spoke of a future where the drums would be gone, when the two of them would be friends. It sounded perfect, but he didn’t want to hope in vain. “Do you promise?” He asked in tamed agony, but it was of no use. Maya had turned to Jack, and then she was gone. Maya was gone, and the Master began to feel empty again. It was not a feeling he would wish even on his greatest enemies.

It was instinct when the Master turned to the Doctor. “Help me!”

And then everything began to disassemble. Slowly, everything began to get erased. Every action, every decision, every memory.

The Year was no more.


End of thread.