The Macii

thetenthdoctah:

“Yes!” he responded almost immediately, setting up his prints for the woman’s viewing. “I thought you would be you’re uh….you’re the first one I’ve had in a month. Of course, it was then he noticed her hand, and clasped it in his own rough and dried out hand and shook it. “It is very nice to meet you, I hope I can provide what you’re looking for… And if not I can do something custom, I’ll….juts need to money up front. For materials…”

“No, these are beautiful enough.” Nymphadora glanced through the lines of paintings, humming softly as she took in each one.

“Could you tell me about them? I would like to know a little more, if that’s alright…” She let his hand go in favor of touching the simple frame each had. They all intrigued her, all made her wonder about the paintings. Funny blue boxes, star spaces and beautiful red fields.

(Source: thelittlegirlinred)

thetenthdoctah:

“BORIS, OFF!” he screeched at the dog, shooing him off of the canvas print he was aiming to sell, the Shepard obliging as his owner attacked him with a newspaper. Albeit not very effectively, but the Shepard did move and the man did scoop up his portraits and pictures, slamming a hat onto his head to hide the mess underneath as he flew down flight after flight, eager to meet this client. She sounded interested, especially if she’d come all this way because of a bar painting.

His own dorky smile appeared as he landed on the ground floor, shrugging his coat back over his shoulders. “Hi”

She heard him before she saw him, giving a slight smile as he finally founded to the bottom of the stairs and into the lobby. Standing she stepped to him and offered her hand. He did look like a painter; the messy hair, the unkempt appearance though it held a charm that she did like.

“You’re John Smith, the painter? It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Nymphadora, the girl from the phone.”

(Source: thelittlegirlinred)

Whitechapel was warm, the breeze carrying the sun and the smell of flowers as she walked down the street towards the complex. Finding it wasn’t hard no, in her new flat she lived right across the street from the artist. Sliding into the lobby she tucked out her mobile and dialed the number on the crinkled flyer and pulled her hair behind her neck.

“Hello? Yes, I called about the paintings. I’m in the lobby if you’d like to meet me down here so I can see them.”

Upon the agreement she hung up and took a seat to wait for him. A painter to sell his heart, his ideals and she would buy a few if the one she saw in the pub down the road was as good as the others. Looking at her shoes the woman frowned at the scuff on one of the warm brown toe of her flat and leaned down to rub it out, blowing red hair out of her face before finally sitting up and trying to look comfortable in a place she didn’t know.

Nymphadora Rhodes smiled as the door opened and John Smith came to greet her.

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

“F-fuck you, Master.” She looked at him, one eye covered in bandages the other burned shut. “I’ll make you regret shooting me.” She laughed weakly but even then all she could do was grope her way around towards him, the door.

“I won’t give up the ghost. I’m not telling you.”

One thing was for sure, he could breathe. That was what the mask was for he guessed, but…he moved slowly through the water, pulling out the wires, the needles. And from what he could see, which wasn’t much, his room was dark.

A nudge.

Master?

He grabbed a hold of the Macii and spun her around four times before pushing her forward and turning to follow where the nudge originated from. Trudging into the dark room tiredly, he used his laser screwdriver on the torch setting to move over to the Doctor.

“How do we get you out, mm?”

She pressed herself against the wall and cursed, screaming at them both.

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

The woman screamed as her head hit the wall, giggling like the madwoman she was. Even if she couldn’t see she could still speak.

“He’ll die if he leaves the console room.” She was loud enough to echo through the halls, standing and reaching for anything she could reach. She had released the hold of the isomorphic plugs, the shocks had long stopped.

“Return to me, Doctor.”

It was a pang in his head, the words, the aches he felt as he clung to the Master, shuffling towards the console room. Something didn’t feel right. He felt wet.

He felt his mind stir. And opened his eyes?

How could he though if… His body twitched, it’s puppet dead as the mind returned it’s original shell. Shit. And while the body dropped beside the Master, he awoke, a mask affixed to his face, wires attached to his body. He felt sick.

“FUCK OFF!” he called back down the hall as he pulled the Doctor along…. until he completely fell over that is. He was just too tired for this, too exhausted from everything to properly deal with what was going on. Falling to his knees, he listened to the Doctor’s hearts, and then mentally nudged for him before returning to the Macii. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing? You will tell me, or you will regret it.” he said, watching her pat around at wires and controls.

“F-fuck you, Master.” She looked at him, one eye covered in bandages the other burned shut. “I’ll make you regret shooting me.” She laughed weakly but even then all she could do was grope her way around towards him, the door.

“I won’t give up the ghost. I’m not telling you.”

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

Another scream, the control was dropped but she stepped on it, breaking it and turning it on high. And it wouldn’t stop.

“You fucker! I’m blind now!” The Macii reached blindly for them.

His entire body was on fire.

Every nerve was alight in the worst possible way as his body arched and thrashed. Normally the Time Lord body would allow for such shocks, but not here. Not for this amount of time, at this intensity. His hands went up, trying to rip the seals from his lead, pulling at the skin, clawing at his head, screaming like he’d never screamed before in twelve hundred years.

The Time Lord shoved the Macii out of his way, summoning all of his strength to essentially topple her over to the floor. He moved to laser the control, making the shocks stop, then forced the Doctor to his feet. “Theta, Theta listen to me, we need to go, your TARDIS is just outside, all right?” Fatigue was plaguing his body, but he pulled the Doctor up, eyes swimming from the exertion as he partially dragged him from the room, heading for the console room.

The woman screamed as her head hit the wall, giggling like the madwoman she was. Even if she couldn’t see she could still speak.

“He’ll die if he leaves the console room.” She was loud enough to echo through the halls, standing and reaching for anything she could reach. She had released the hold of the isomorphic plugs, the shocks had long stopped.

“Return to me, Doctor.”

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

“Screw the fucking contract!” She screamed at him, moving behind the Doctor and grabbing him by his hair to pull him up. “This is the punishment you get for what you did to my eye.” She turned the voltage on high and shocked him again, keeping it on for a full minute before letting him drop.

The Doctor writhes under her grip, eyes wrenched shut as she tugged on his hair. And then the shocks again, that sent him thrashing and clawing at his head, the only sounds coming from him being choked gasps and half-formed screams. He couldn’t breathe, he swore at least one heart had stopped beating at a point. The floor was welcome after such a stunt, even with a face full of glass and shattered pottery.

“I didn’t do anything to your fucking eye, but I certainly will now, you old hag.” quiped the Master as he aimed his laser screwdriver, set on burn, and shot it in the Macii’s good eye. With any luck she’d grab at her eye and he’d grab the control, in multiple forms of the word.

Another scream, the control was dropped but she stepped on it, breaking it and turning it on high. And it wouldn’t stop.

“You fucker! I’m blind now!” The Macii reached blindly for them.

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

She had heard the footsteps no matter how quiet. The calm demeanor fading to anger. “Doctor… Who did you bring here?” She raised a hand and pushed him away, the green eye a pale, venomous green. She stood and flicked the switch, sending a full wave of electricity into the Time Lord’s brain.

There was a creep of a smile on his face, before his face contorted, eyes rolling back as he seizes up. But this time was different. He kicked out towards her hand, trying to stop her from hurting him further. The brain damage might had been done, but he could still think, and as long as he could think, her could plan, and attempt an escape.

The Doctor’s noises made him look back in the room and he leapt into the room, aiming his laser screwdriver at the Macii. “What do you think you’re doing. Let go of that. Drop that now. Macii, we had a deal, and that extended to the Doctor. You’ve broken our contract.” he explained in a rather monotone voice. It was clear that he wasn’t at his best.

“Screw the fucking contract!” She screamed at him, moving behind the Doctor and grabbing him by his hair to pull him up. “This is the punishment you get for what you did to my eye.” She turned the voltage on high and shocked him again, keeping it on for a full minute before letting him drop.

themasterinthetardis:

thetenthdoctah:

thelittlegirlinred:

Too focused on her pet, she went to him, the sonic guitar set against the wall. The remote for the electrodes still was in her hands as she hugged him. “I’m here Doctor. I’m the only one here for you. Don’t ever forget that I’m here. I’m the only one for you.”

She would repeat the words over and over, stroking his head and whisper them into his mind.

As blank as he kept himself, as expressionless as he was, he leaned into her, into her words.

He kept himself defeated for the most part, leaving himself limp against her.

Pleasehurry.

Alva was told to stay put, and he shut down all but the Doctor’s mental link as he lasered the Macii’s TARDIS door opened and crept inside, sniffing along the halls until he’d located the pair. He stayed outside the door and listened, laser screwdriver at the ready in his hands. They were shaking slightly, and he probably smelt horrible, but he was there.

She had heard the footsteps no matter how quiet. The calm demeanor fading to anger. “Doctor… Who did you bring here?” She raised a hand and pushed him away, the green eye a pale, venomous green. She stood and flicked the switch, sending a full wave of electricity into the Time Lord’s brain.