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Re: A Year That Never Could Be [Closed]
« Reply #60 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.
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« Reply #61 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.


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« Reply #62 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. 


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« Reply #63 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.


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« Reply #64 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.


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« Reply #65 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.

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« Reply #66 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.


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« Reply #67 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.

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« Reply #68 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.

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« Reply #69 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. 

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« Reply #70 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.

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« Reply #71 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.

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« Reply #72 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.


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« Reply #73 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.”

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« Reply #74 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. 


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« Reply #75 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.”

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« Reply #76 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.


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« Reply #77 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.

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« Reply #78 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.

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« Reply #79 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.

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« Reply #80 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. 

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« Reply #81 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.”

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« Reply #82 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?” 

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« Reply #83 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.”

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« Reply #84 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. 


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« Reply #85 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.

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« Reply #86 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.


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« Reply #87 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.

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« Reply #88 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. 

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« Reply #89 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.