Have you heard the drums before? The ba-dum ba-dum of two hearts? The echoing resonance of a mountainside? Have you heard it? Do you hear it? Getting louder and louder, coming closer and closer.
1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.
There might have been a time, back when the second sun would still rise, back in the Academy, back when that red planet of a bore was still there
Might have been a time when there was nothing to worry about. There might have been a time where I was willing to stand by and just watch time, where a life of duty wasn't oppressive.
But then that changed. I changed. That perfect image shattered at the mere age of eight. So young, so little, so unknowing even for a Time Lord.
And it hurt.
Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum.
The shards of that glass image slicing into my mind, molding itself there and leaving behind the scars, the raw power of time and space. Leaving behind unwanted knowledge. Leaving behind the drums. The cursed, wretched, never-ending drums.
I didn't just stop there. No. I continued changing. I became the master over my own course of time. The Master. I had allies and I had my enemies. I abandoned many to pursue my own course.
And then I grew even older. I changed even more. I left behind everyone, but not everyone would leave me. It was always him. Him. The Doctor... Thete. Looks can be deceiving. Names can be condescending. It really was all about him wasn't it? Because all through time, it was his name. His name sewn into the Medusa Cascade; his name that race throughout the galaxy and beyond shouted and cried out for. He was the one who had saved them, but at what cost? At another life, at another species?
Because to me, he was now my enemy. Because every single time my plans were to succeed, he would be there to stop me. And always, always with that bloody, smug look in his eyes that told me I had lost again. And always, with some kind of cheeky remark.
So I tricked and lied; I swerved and avoided. I waited. Waiting for the day that I would win. And I did, once. Died for it and now
And now, I'm looking that this sanctimonious Doctor a friend and yet an enemy at the same time. I'm looking into his eyes and straight into his two beating hearts for the first time. That look is still there, still shining. But it isn't smug and it never was. I had only overlooked what I didn't want to see, what I didn't want to believe.
I remember the old days. My life flashes before my eyes like lightning. Back then, back in childhood, back on that stupid old planet where the second sun would rise in the south. The beautiful eclipses. I remember us, the Doctor and me, racing down the slopes of Mount Perdition. The endless fields of scarlet-red grass swayed in the light breeze. Those were the old days before everything changed. Before we became enemies.
The gun shakes in his hand like an earthquake. And that split moment there, in that small pocket of time, it stops.
It always comes down to a choice. It just depends on which side the coin lands on. Left or right? Live or die? Rassilon or me? I laughed again. It's always him, the Doctor. Making the big decisions, getting all the glory. But then he turns to me, the drums in my head skip a beat. The gun trembles in meters from my face. He doesn't look smug; he looks scared. He looks afraid.
When he finally turns away from me, aiming the gun at someone else, I start to understand. He knows. He knows that I know. He's going to die. And he would risk it all -he would kill his own kind a second time- just to save me once.
Oh the glorious, sanctimonious Doctor. My enemy.
"Get out of the way."
The last act of my life and I died for him.
Don't know what I was thinking.
"Devious to the last, Doctor."