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best_served_hot) wrote2010-01-31 01:41 am
best_served_hot) wrote2010-01-31 01:41 am
wild flowers burning out like supernovas
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Right, so, this is dark!fic. This is not fluffy. This is graphically violent and includes torture. This is my response to all those people out there that think somehow a Doctor/Rose/Master thing would work out in a romantically twisted sort of way. If this doesn't clarify my position, perhaps my mentioning this will: It is my personal opinion, that if the Master had ever been able to get his hands on Rose Tyler during that Year that never was, he would have destroyed her. There would be no romantic anything involved. He would destroy her, mind body and soul and he would enjoy it. Also, to clarify, there are no sexual relations in this involving anyone especially not the Master and Rose and any nudity mentioned is strictly to get to the character written psychologically. I seriously doubt the Master would lower himself to that.
It had taken more than a little doing but he did rule the world and he was currently in possession of a paradox machine. He had kept the Doctor and the Freak separated from each other from the beginning but this, oh this was something they should share. The death of a Companion but not just any old one.
The death of Rose Tyler.
It gave him shivers just thinking about it.
Jack, he kept fully secured, merely a spectator to the deconstruction of a woman he loved. Of a woman he thought was worth fighting for. That was so sweet, that memory. It would be fun destroying it. The Doctor though, he restrained him by one arm, wrist actually (after turning him young and strong again), and kept his sweet Rose just a fingertip out of reach. They were in a room he'd designed very specifically for this occasion, one that was big enough to accommodate the four of them, the guards and still afford him the ability of leaving and sealing his prisoners in.
"Please, Master. Stop, just think-"
The Master closed his eyes a moment, giving a groan of anticipation. They hadn't even started and the Doctor was already begging. Oh, this held such promise.
He ignored the Doctor in favor of turning to Rose. Beautiful, defiant Rose still standing there like she ruled the world, despite being restrained as she was. "Do ignore the pet, he never shuts up, but you, my dear, know that quite well, I think."
Her first response was a glare. "You're the Master, then? Doctor's never mentioned you. Must not have been memorable."
The Doctor paled where he was, hearts clenching. He knew it was an act, false bravado on her part, but she didn't know what the Master would do to her. "Rose, don't-"
The Master interrupted. "Oh, she has fire, doesn't she? And she's blonde, you always had such a thing for blondes," he finished, his tone one of disgust.
"You could do with some highlights yourself, Saxon. My mum could help with that bit-"
"No, sorry, I've got her head sitting out on a pike next to your old boyfriend's. What was it Ricky or Mickey or-" he snapped his fingers as he pretended to try and think of the idiot's name, relishing as she paled, looking like she might get sick. He closed the distance between them. "Now that I have your undivided attention, class will begin."
He moved to walk away from her, the human guards moving to secure Rose to a sturdy, stainless steel examination table. He stopped them before they began.
"Hold her," he said, voice cold as his eyes raked over her. Jack piped up then, still fighting against his restraints and he ignored the pleas. Ignored him offering anything he wanted to do to him if he would only leave Rose alone. The Master liked him better when he was railing against him. When he was threatening him but they would get to that.
The Doctor's voice joined Jack's in a chorus of pleas as he walked closer, taking hold of the fabric of her jacket before giving it a vicious tug. Rose gritted her teeth, the force of it wrenching her body, despite the guards grip. It took a few tries before the fabric finally gave way and ripped. The sound of clothing tearing was the only sound for the next few minutes that felt like hours and she tasted her own blood from biting the inside of her cheek.
The Master stepped back, admiring his handiwork as he waved for the guards to finally strap her down as he went to wheel over the table with his lovely toys. Rose spared a glance at the Doctor and Jack, noting that both men had looked away in that moment. Her cheeks burned and she wanted to cover herself. She gritted her teeth, trying to convince herself that she wouldn't give in to whatever the Master had planned. She wouldn't be used like some tool against the Doctor and Jack. She wouldn't, she told herself.
But deep down, she knew it was a promise she couldn't keep.
The Master all but tuned out the Doctor and the freak as he whistled a tune, looking over the instruments, being certain to let each of them see them. He finally decided on a wicked looking blade and smiled. "I'm a little rusty on my human anatomy, so consider this my refresher course!" Bringing the blade to her skin he cut a shallow line across her stomach, relishing the small hiss of pain that came from her gritted teeth. A fighter, oh, this would be so much fun. He did so enjoy a challenge.
Another cut, this one a bit deeper. There was no rhyme, nor reason to the cuts but each one was a different length, a different depth and it wasn't long till her skin started to look like a madman's canvas. In truth, that was exactly what it was. The blood loss wasn't enough to start causing damage yet but it was enough that she slipped into a state of shock. It didn't surprise him, she was all hot air, this one but he wouldn't let that spoil his fun.
The sound of skin on skin rung out sharply and the Master savored the slight sting on his palm, watching her cheek reddening already from the blow. "None of that, Miss Tyler. I don't allow sleeping in class."
Rose gathered her wits about her enough and glared before spitting in his face, the Doctor gaping in horror. His voice had become white noise to his own ears, constantly begging and pleading and hoping that the Master would just stop. The Master chuckled lowly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the saliva off his face and looked toward his captive audience. "I'm going to enjoy destroying this one, Doctor. You really have no idea."
"Master, please, you've proven your point. You're in control, you don't have to do this."
The other Time Lord frowned thoughtfully. "Is that what I was trying to prove? Cause, well, what was that big stunt I pulled all those months back with the gaping hole in the fabric of time and space? Does that make this the real show?" he asked, moving away from the bleeding woman to crouch just out of reach of the Doctor. He made a face and sighed. "I suppose the gloves should really come off then if we're playing for keeps now, yes?"
"No, that's not what I-" he blurted as his eyes widened in horror. His voice was rough as he fought back emotion at the thought of Rose having to suffer because of him. This was his fault.
"Oh fine!" interrupted the Master, throwing his hands in the air as he stood and slid back over on the soles of his shoes to where Rose was. "You've convinced me! The gloves are coming off!" he grinned viciously and turned back to his work of art in progress. He spared a glance to Jack, who was still vainly struggling to get free.
"You know, I thought of trying this on you, but this is so much more fun. Red is a lovely color on her. Brings out her eyes," hummed the Master thoughtfully as he worked, the knife flashing and slicing into skin again.
"I think I'll gouge those out next and give you each one as a present. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Jack let out a strained breath, face red as he tried futiley to break free. "Leave her alone!" he yelled, voice cracking as he did but the Master ignored it in favor of turning back to the Doctor.
"Just look, Doctor. This young, gorgeous thing. Your Companion. She trusts you implicitly, even now, she just knows that you're going to save her. Isn't that right?" he smiled at Rose and finally, he was rewarded with the smallest of whimpers as she turned her still unmarred face away, taking a shuddering breath.
"But I wonder what sort of things you'd wanted to do. I bet you were just waiting to get that Ricky out of the way so you could have her to yourself," he continued on, walking around her and gently brushing his fingers through her hair in a gesture of mock caring.
"Please-" the Doctor started but he couldn't finish. He wanted to turn away but he couldn't, the horror kept him watching just as it did Jack. The only witnesses to Rose Tyler's final moments.
"I bet you wanted to brand her as yours so no one would ever think to claim her otherwise. Write your name on her skin for the Universe to see," he said as he finished his slow circle of the table, Rose still not looking at him.
He twirled the knife in his hands, admiring the crimson starting to coagulate there. "I'd thought I would use some of my other toys but this one is so much more personal," he practically purred. "And since she is your Companion, and well, I'm going to hang her body out to rot after she's dead as an example, I think the world should know just who is responsible for this."
The Master reached out suddenly, grabbing her hair in one fist as he changed his grip on the blade so he had more control. He jerked her head back, relishing the small pained noise she made as he began to painstakingly etch the Doctor's name onto her chest.
He hadn't even got to 'C' before she started to scream, the freak's cries of anger and the Doctor's sobs mingling delightfully.
Her screams had long since stopped and the Master watched Rose shiver violently as she succumbed to shock. Withering, he thought with some amusement, like a flower at winter's cruel kiss. He didn't allow her a moment to regain herself, because he was nearly through with her, not that any of them knew it. He unlocked the restraints holding her vertically and she crumpled to the floor in a heap, letting out a pitiful, pained sound. The Doctor resumed his useless task of trying to reach her, fingers just barely touching her hair. At this rate he was going to dislocate something.
The guards, who were pale and one had already gotten violently sick early on, were more than happy to wheel his used instruments and the table back to the labs to be cleaned for future use. He allowed the Doctor and Jack to believe that he was going to stop then. That he might even allow her to live. He even turned to walk away.
Before kicking her viciously in the side, relishing the feel of bone breaking at the impact. She hadn't the breath to cry out and so she feebly struggled to curl in on herself in an attempt to protect herself. The Doctor renewed his struggle with a shout of anguish and it was Jack's turn to finally let out a choked sob. He continued to kick and hit her, each one more vicious and cruel and damning than the last and then he started on her face. By the time he was finished, he was breathing heavily and looked down on her bruise mottled face as she tried to breathe and succeeded only in choking on her own blood.
He straightened his tie and stepped over her broken and bloody form as he headed to the door, turning back only to toss a useless first aid kit in their direction with a flourish and a smile.
"Wouldn't want you to think my hearts are in the wrong place," he sneered as he left, pressing a button on a remote that released both Jack and the Doctor. Neither of them had it in them to go after the Master and immediately their attention went to Rose. The Doctor was already sobbing as he fought with himself over how to lift her into his arms without causing her even more pain and ended up settling for cradling her head in his lap. Jack snatched the first aid kit, refusing to give in to the fact that this wouldn't do any good, it was something used for a cut finger, not a torture victim.
"Bye then!" he announced cheerfully. "Worked up a bit of an appetite, going to grab a bite from the kitchen. I'll have someone bring something back for you lot later." With that, he was gone, leaving them to try and fail to save her while he waited for what faith Jack had in the Doctor to splinter and divide them. Oh, life was good.
Neither man heard the door click shut. The Doctor wanted to brush her cheek, comfort her but he was terrified that any touch would only cause her more agony. He heard her breath rattling in her chest as his tears dropped onto her cheeks. She moved split lips, trying to speak and Jack spoke before the Doctor could manage anything.
"Save your strength," he said. "You're going to be just fine," he lied, forcing a smile.
The Doctor nodded vehemently, trying to agree with Jack that it would all be fine, his hearts constricted painfully in his chest as she coughed, blood splattering them both. He gave up cradling her head, swiftly but gently moving to cradle her in his arms. He supported her as best he could to help her breathe but it was only a matter of time.
They both talked to her about older, happier times. Adventures they shared when the Doctor was a different man and the Universe was theirs alone. They spoke, tears blurring both of their vision of her as she started to slip away. Rose somehow gathered enough strength to gasp out, "I love you.", to the Doctor but he stayed silent. His lips moved silently and he cursed himself for not being able to get it out. How could he tell her that if that voice in his mind still said the Master was worth saving?
She was nothing more but a shell in his arms by the time he managed to whisper it back.
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words: 2475
It had taken more than a little doing but he did rule the world and he was currently in possession of a paradox machine. He had kept the Doctor and the Freak separated from each other from the beginning but this, oh this was something they should share. The death of a Companion but not just any old one.
The death of Rose Tyler.
It gave him shivers just thinking about it.
Jack, he kept fully secured, merely a spectator to the deconstruction of a woman he loved. Of a woman he thought was worth fighting for. That was so sweet, that memory. It would be fun destroying it. The Doctor though, he restrained him by one arm, wrist actually (after turning him young and strong again), and kept his sweet Rose just a fingertip out of reach. They were in a room he'd designed very specifically for this occasion, one that was big enough to accommodate the four of them, the guards and still afford him the ability of leaving and sealing his prisoners in.
"Please, Master. Stop, just think-"
The Master closed his eyes a moment, giving a groan of anticipation. They hadn't even started and the Doctor was already begging. Oh, this held such promise.
He ignored the Doctor in favor of turning to Rose. Beautiful, defiant Rose still standing there like she ruled the world, despite being restrained as she was. "Do ignore the pet, he never shuts up, but you, my dear, know that quite well, I think."
Her first response was a glare. "You're the Master, then? Doctor's never mentioned you. Must not have been memorable."
The Doctor paled where he was, hearts clenching. He knew it was an act, false bravado on her part, but she didn't know what the Master would do to her. "Rose, don't-"
The Master interrupted. "Oh, she has fire, doesn't she? And she's blonde, you always had such a thing for blondes," he finished, his tone one of disgust.
"You could do with some highlights yourself, Saxon. My mum could help with that bit-"
"No, sorry, I've got her head sitting out on a pike next to your old boyfriend's. What was it Ricky or Mickey or-" he snapped his fingers as he pretended to try and think of the idiot's name, relishing as she paled, looking like she might get sick. He closed the distance between them. "Now that I have your undivided attention, class will begin."
He moved to walk away from her, the human guards moving to secure Rose to a sturdy, stainless steel examination table. He stopped them before they began.
"Hold her," he said, voice cold as his eyes raked over her. Jack piped up then, still fighting against his restraints and he ignored the pleas. Ignored him offering anything he wanted to do to him if he would only leave Rose alone. The Master liked him better when he was railing against him. When he was threatening him but they would get to that.
The Doctor's voice joined Jack's in a chorus of pleas as he walked closer, taking hold of the fabric of her jacket before giving it a vicious tug. Rose gritted her teeth, the force of it wrenching her body, despite the guards grip. It took a few tries before the fabric finally gave way and ripped. The sound of clothing tearing was the only sound for the next few minutes that felt like hours and she tasted her own blood from biting the inside of her cheek.
The Master stepped back, admiring his handiwork as he waved for the guards to finally strap her down as he went to wheel over the table with his lovely toys. Rose spared a glance at the Doctor and Jack, noting that both men had looked away in that moment. Her cheeks burned and she wanted to cover herself. She gritted her teeth, trying to convince herself that she wouldn't give in to whatever the Master had planned. She wouldn't be used like some tool against the Doctor and Jack. She wouldn't, she told herself.
But deep down, she knew it was a promise she couldn't keep.
The Master all but tuned out the Doctor and the freak as he whistled a tune, looking over the instruments, being certain to let each of them see them. He finally decided on a wicked looking blade and smiled. "I'm a little rusty on my human anatomy, so consider this my refresher course!" Bringing the blade to her skin he cut a shallow line across her stomach, relishing the small hiss of pain that came from her gritted teeth. A fighter, oh, this would be so much fun. He did so enjoy a challenge.
Another cut, this one a bit deeper. There was no rhyme, nor reason to the cuts but each one was a different length, a different depth and it wasn't long till her skin started to look like a madman's canvas. In truth, that was exactly what it was. The blood loss wasn't enough to start causing damage yet but it was enough that she slipped into a state of shock. It didn't surprise him, she was all hot air, this one but he wouldn't let that spoil his fun.
The sound of skin on skin rung out sharply and the Master savored the slight sting on his palm, watching her cheek reddening already from the blow. "None of that, Miss Tyler. I don't allow sleeping in class."
Rose gathered her wits about her enough and glared before spitting in his face, the Doctor gaping in horror. His voice had become white noise to his own ears, constantly begging and pleading and hoping that the Master would just stop. The Master chuckled lowly, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the saliva off his face and looked toward his captive audience. "I'm going to enjoy destroying this one, Doctor. You really have no idea."
"Master, please, you've proven your point. You're in control, you don't have to do this."
The other Time Lord frowned thoughtfully. "Is that what I was trying to prove? Cause, well, what was that big stunt I pulled all those months back with the gaping hole in the fabric of time and space? Does that make this the real show?" he asked, moving away from the bleeding woman to crouch just out of reach of the Doctor. He made a face and sighed. "I suppose the gloves should really come off then if we're playing for keeps now, yes?"
"No, that's not what I-" he blurted as his eyes widened in horror. His voice was rough as he fought back emotion at the thought of Rose having to suffer because of him. This was his fault.
"Oh fine!" interrupted the Master, throwing his hands in the air as he stood and slid back over on the soles of his shoes to where Rose was. "You've convinced me! The gloves are coming off!" he grinned viciously and turned back to his work of art in progress. He spared a glance to Jack, who was still vainly struggling to get free.
"You know, I thought of trying this on you, but this is so much more fun. Red is a lovely color on her. Brings out her eyes," hummed the Master thoughtfully as he worked, the knife flashing and slicing into skin again.
"I think I'll gouge those out next and give you each one as a present. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Jack let out a strained breath, face red as he tried futiley to break free. "Leave her alone!" he yelled, voice cracking as he did but the Master ignored it in favor of turning back to the Doctor.
"Just look, Doctor. This young, gorgeous thing. Your Companion. She trusts you implicitly, even now, she just knows that you're going to save her. Isn't that right?" he smiled at Rose and finally, he was rewarded with the smallest of whimpers as she turned her still unmarred face away, taking a shuddering breath.
"But I wonder what sort of things you'd wanted to do. I bet you were just waiting to get that Ricky out of the way so you could have her to yourself," he continued on, walking around her and gently brushing his fingers through her hair in a gesture of mock caring.
"Please-" the Doctor started but he couldn't finish. He wanted to turn away but he couldn't, the horror kept him watching just as it did Jack. The only witnesses to Rose Tyler's final moments.
"I bet you wanted to brand her as yours so no one would ever think to claim her otherwise. Write your name on her skin for the Universe to see," he said as he finished his slow circle of the table, Rose still not looking at him.
He twirled the knife in his hands, admiring the crimson starting to coagulate there. "I'd thought I would use some of my other toys but this one is so much more personal," he practically purred. "And since she is your Companion, and well, I'm going to hang her body out to rot after she's dead as an example, I think the world should know just who is responsible for this."
The Master reached out suddenly, grabbing her hair in one fist as he changed his grip on the blade so he had more control. He jerked her head back, relishing the small pained noise she made as he began to painstakingly etch the Doctor's name onto her chest.
He hadn't even got to 'C' before she started to scream, the freak's cries of anger and the Doctor's sobs mingling delightfully.
Her screams had long since stopped and the Master watched Rose shiver violently as she succumbed to shock. Withering, he thought with some amusement, like a flower at winter's cruel kiss. He didn't allow her a moment to regain herself, because he was nearly through with her, not that any of them knew it. He unlocked the restraints holding her vertically and she crumpled to the floor in a heap, letting out a pitiful, pained sound. The Doctor resumed his useless task of trying to reach her, fingers just barely touching her hair. At this rate he was going to dislocate something.
The guards, who were pale and one had already gotten violently sick early on, were more than happy to wheel his used instruments and the table back to the labs to be cleaned for future use. He allowed the Doctor and Jack to believe that he was going to stop then. That he might even allow her to live. He even turned to walk away.
Before kicking her viciously in the side, relishing the feel of bone breaking at the impact. She hadn't the breath to cry out and so she feebly struggled to curl in on herself in an attempt to protect herself. The Doctor renewed his struggle with a shout of anguish and it was Jack's turn to finally let out a choked sob. He continued to kick and hit her, each one more vicious and cruel and damning than the last and then he started on her face. By the time he was finished, he was breathing heavily and looked down on her bruise mottled face as she tried to breathe and succeeded only in choking on her own blood.
He straightened his tie and stepped over her broken and bloody form as he headed to the door, turning back only to toss a useless first aid kit in their direction with a flourish and a smile.
"Wouldn't want you to think my hearts are in the wrong place," he sneered as he left, pressing a button on a remote that released both Jack and the Doctor. Neither of them had it in them to go after the Master and immediately their attention went to Rose. The Doctor was already sobbing as he fought with himself over how to lift her into his arms without causing her even more pain and ended up settling for cradling her head in his lap. Jack snatched the first aid kit, refusing to give in to the fact that this wouldn't do any good, it was something used for a cut finger, not a torture victim.
"Bye then!" he announced cheerfully. "Worked up a bit of an appetite, going to grab a bite from the kitchen. I'll have someone bring something back for you lot later." With that, he was gone, leaving them to try and fail to save her while he waited for what faith Jack had in the Doctor to splinter and divide them. Oh, life was good.
Neither man heard the door click shut. The Doctor wanted to brush her cheek, comfort her but he was terrified that any touch would only cause her more agony. He heard her breath rattling in her chest as his tears dropped onto her cheeks. She moved split lips, trying to speak and Jack spoke before the Doctor could manage anything.
"Save your strength," he said. "You're going to be just fine," he lied, forcing a smile.
The Doctor nodded vehemently, trying to agree with Jack that it would all be fine, his hearts constricted painfully in his chest as she coughed, blood splattering them both. He gave up cradling her head, swiftly but gently moving to cradle her in his arms. He supported her as best he could to help her breathe but it was only a matter of time.
They both talked to her about older, happier times. Adventures they shared when the Doctor was a different man and the Universe was theirs alone. They spoke, tears blurring both of their vision of her as she started to slip away. Rose somehow gathered enough strength to gasp out, "I love you.", to the Doctor but he stayed silent. His lips moved silently and he cursed himself for not being able to get it out. How could he tell her that if that voice in his mind still said the Master was worth saving?
She was nothing more but a shell in his arms by the time he managed to whisper it back.
prompt: none
words: 2475
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This was painful to read, but quite believable. I just... I'm not even sure what to say. It left me quite shaken!
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I'm glad it still manages to come off as believable. I will take uncertainty as a good sign. *pets* You're just in shock. :|
Also, I still blame you for this! It was only lurking in my mind until you taunted it out of it's hole.
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*sage nod*
I insist. Only because they're just awesome when you write them.