4This started off as a one-shot and ended up as a poem - well, sort of.
I have always liked The Master, he fascinates me. The atmosphere he brought to the show was something that Doctor Who had not had before. The Master is evil but he is not really to blame for his character. I do reference The Doctor a few times. The Master and The Doctor's reactions are always so well-done on the show. I think The Master is such an interesting character. I do hope that they figure out a way to bring him back... I'm sure they will at some point.
Anyway, my over-analytical side persists and I hope you enjoy this. If you do or you don't, please review. Let me know what you think or how you think it could be improved, I'll be very grateful for praise or criticism (:
The drumbeat. The ever-constant, enraging, consuming drum beat. It echoes through my head and it won't stop. Not ever.
The Doctor can't help me. I see it in his eyes that all his pleading and all his reasoning can never distract me from the thought that the drumbeat is slowly driving me mad and there is nothing to stop it. His kind heart tries to disguise the truth but he knows, he's alone because I'm not real. I'm the shell of a time lord, a disgrace to Gallifrey. The child who failed.
I'm broken.
It goes on and on. It never stops.
The drumbeat. Cruel and masterful, it dominates me and controls me. I have never been myself because the drumbeat would never allow it. It fills my mind with hateful thoughts, I hate my race. I hate every other being who will never understand, never hear the drumbeat. It makes me hate them, fills me with uncontrollable rage that burns fiercely inside of me. The Doctor understands, he sees the rage within me but he can never stop trying to fix me, it's in his nature. He is a healer, but this is something you can't fix. The drumbeat would never let him fix me.
It goes on and on. It never stops.
The drumbeat. Sometimes I'm glad it's there, it provides company and love and warmth in a world in which I know that all these things are scarce. It reminds me that I am alive, although many people would disagree. Living under something else's rule is barely considered a life.
The drumbeat. It inspires in me a world of dreary, unfeeling misery. It gives me a path that many could not comprehend; it is constant in a world of chaos. I wish it would stop, I would give anything for it to stop but I think that it is installed far too deeply within me. I am lost without it. I truly am an empty being. I am a soulless creature, any essence of empathy, of kindness has been broken and ripped from me by the drumming.
It goes on and on. It never stops.
The drumbeat. I hate it so for it is my ruler, separating me from every other being in this universe. I can never have what most wish for; I can never have a connection with anyone because the drumbeat will not allow it. I scare others; they edge slowly away from me because they can sense the madness within me. I may call myself the Master but there is nothing of a master within me, I may try to rule over others but I cannot control myself. I need control of others. It is not fair that most other beings have free-will and I am left behind. A slave to my own insanity.
It goes on and on. It never stops.
The drumming, the constant drumming. It's never quiet, it never relents. It persists, increasing my hatred for all who cannot hear it every second that it sounds. I know now, the drumming will never stop.
It has chosen me and it never wants to leave.
Listen. You must be able to... Can't you hear it?