Shh...can you hear it?
My name is Harold Saxon. That's all you need to know. You will refer to me as The Master. Failure to comply will end in your death.
A gift for Morgana
I’m crying, so cute.
What? oh, look who’s back…
You cut off your ridiculous long hair! You look so handsome!
Babelcolour Tribute: The Master
(Source: youtube.com, via slfriend79-deactivated20120927)
“Hello pet.” The master said low and gravely. He had bags under his eyes. He had been awake for 48 hours and needed rest soon. This however was more important, he needed to make sure Morgana wasn’t damaged.
The Master softly closed the window trying not to disturb the nurses outside. He was grateful that her door was closed for privacy.
“I must say for a private hospital, the security here is awful.” He walked over to her bed knelt next to her right side. He looked into her eye’s she looked tired, probably from physical therapy.
“Who did this to you? Are they in the hospital?”
Morgana smiled as he called her his pet, it was quite a long while since she had last heard him call her that. She chuckled, “What do you expect, you would outsmart them anyway with your cunning,” she said with a smirk.
She looked down at him as she went to her side, “I don’t know where he is. It was a hit and run … ” she said softly, shaking her head.
He knelt beside her so their eyes were level with one another. He studied the soft features on her face. His face looking tired compared to hers.
” No not out smart them. Kill them. Too messy. Glad this was actually simple for once.”
He shook his head, ” If I find out who did this to you. I will kill him with my bare hands. But I know that your “Boyfriend” probably promised you that. How is he by the way? Get a haircut yet?” The master asked and without missing a beat frowned childishly and answered his own question, “Probably not because he’s a big twat.”
He put his calloused hand softly on hers. He was looking at her with his big light brown eyes. A clashing of Light and dark colors. All of time and space in his eyes. His head started to bang with the drums and he put his hand onto his forehead as he hissed sharply.
The Master ran his fingers through his short brown hair as he finished reading the blood stained new post. The dying man under his foot quivered and choked. The Master twisted his foot until there was a satisfying crunch.
“Shut up.” he said. He soon stood up and placed…
“Hello pet.” The master said low and gravely. He had bags under his eyes. He had been awake for 48 hours and needed rest soon. This however was more important, he needed to make sure Morgana wasn’t damaged.
The Master softly closed the window trying not to disturb the nurses outside. He was grateful that her door was closed for privacy.
“I must say for a private hospital, the security here is awful.” He walked over to her bed knelt next to her right side. He looked into her eye’s she looked tired, probably from physical therapy.
“Who did this to you? Are they in the hospital?”
The Scientist [Morgana] 12 a.m
The Master ran his fingers through his short brown hair as he finished reading the blood stained new post. The dying man under his foot quivered and choked. The Master twisted his foot until there was a satisfying crunch.
“Shut up.” he said. He soon stood up and placed his hand on the brick wall of the alleyway. He cracked his neck as the sounds of the drums pounded into his head. The post had said that Morgana had been in a car accident. The thought of her mangled and broken.
“Stupid ape.” he murmured. She was so fragile and all he could imagine was steel, flesh, and her blood. His blood boiled.Then it hit him, that pathetic pretty boy would be crawling back up her arse again. Wanting to snake his way back into her life. Her “boyfriend” He spat as he peeked out of the alleyway for any pedestrians. He raised his collar and headed for the hospital.
He stood out side the hospital and the post said that Morgana’s father put her in a very expensive private room. He climbed up the fire escapes and started to look for her.
He stumbled up on her, her beautiful face sleeping soundly. He pulled out of his coat pocket a flathead screwdriver and he pried the window open. He crouched onto the sill trying not to move. Just listening to her sleeping.
Someone is lurking in the shadows. Aydindrel I’m coming for you.
(Source: thisshouldbeallisons)
The Master was walking down the street of Aydindrel whistling. He had not spoke to Rose or Morgana. No one, not a soul. Yet somehow he knew he was being watched. Call it his intuition or the fact there were men in black with sunglasses observing and following him. He…
Ba ba ba bum.
The drums in his head beating loudly as he was approached by a well dressed man with long hair and blue eyes. He started to smile and chuckle. He skipped up to him gleefully.
“Look at you! You must be Morgana’s boy toy! Oh she chose well, look at that! Oh you’ve got the biceps and triceps, you are just mouth watering!” The Master mocked as he gently squeezed Guy’s arm. He stepped back and smiled, “I however do not actually know your name… That’s awkward isn’t it you know mine but I don’t know yours. How ever are we going to exchange business cards?!”
Guy was a bit surprised by Master’s behaviour. However, he could expect that, he knew he was weird. As all the people connected with the Doctor. But why Morgana slept with this jester? It was a mystery to Guy. He just raised one eyebrown, sceptical expression on his face. As the man squeezed his arm and stepped back, he looked where he touched him, like he was afraid he could get a leprosy just from his touch.
“I’m no one’s toy” Guy retorted coldly. “And stop grinning like an idiot, in other case I would think you fancy me.” His tone was serious, but he had the feeling the Master didn’t mind it. That scumbag was having fun! Guy crossed his arms on his chest and smirked. “Well, the truth is that I don’t know your name…not the real one. Anyway, I’m Guy Gisborne, maybe you’ve heard about me.” His reputation was well known to a lot of people in te city. He was the cold-blooded, ruthless and dangerous man. Some people got scared just by the sound of his name.
Guy started checking his pockets, pretending he was looking for the card. “Oh, I’m sorry. I have no business cards for lowlifes like you.”
“Guy? Your name is Guy? Were your parents hippies? It’s alright if they were just wanted to know.” The Master asked happily as he turned on his heels and leaned against the lamppost. He tapped his hands on his hips as he quickly scanned the man as the wind moved guy’s jacket he saw the butt of a gun. He took note of it as he continued to smile and make eye contact with Guy.
“That’s okay I don’t have a business card. you don’t get jokes do you. Straight to the insults. Hmm interesting!” The master said as he started to get bored and bite his finger nails. He pointed at Guy, “So what’s all this then? Why have been looking for me? I have things to do.”
The Master was walking down the street of Aydindrel whistling. He had not spoke to Rose or Morgana. No one, not a soul. Yet somehow he knew he was being watched. Call it his intuition or the fact there were men in black with sunglasses observing and following him. He…
Ba ba ba bum.
The drums in his head beating loudly as he was approached by a well dressed man with long hair and blue eyes. He started to smile and chuckle. He skipped up to him gleefully.
“Look at you! You must be Morgana’s boy toy! Oh she chose well, look at that! Oh you’ve got the biceps and triceps, you are just mouth watering!” The Master mocked as he gently squeezed Guy’s arm. He stepped back and smiled, “I however do not actually know your name… That’s awkward isn’t it you know mine but I don’t know yours. How ever are we going to exchange business cards?!”
