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Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quitehomoeroticA mattress lay in the centre of the room. A mattress, dirtied and old and stained with God knows what. The room had a faint whiff of something that was likely best not to investigate, and there was a constant drip from a leaky pipe in the corner.
"Here we are then."
Jack didn't even attempt to sound enthusiastic as he swung back the heavy metal door and locked it securely behind them. He was tired and worn and by now even this place looked vaguely appealing for rest.
The Master, however, was less than impressed. His face twisted in disgust and he piped up with sarcasm heavily heaped, "Oh the honeymoon suite! Really, Jack how charming of you!"
Jack simply glared. And so the Master continued.
"You might have put out a few flowers or some scented candles but I--"
"Stop it," Jack hissed.
"Oh someone's testy!" The Master smirked, he seemed more than a little pleased at the fact he'd riled Jack.
"You know we could have maybe even found somewhere half decent today. We could have made some headway on what we're actually trying to do. But no, you think a better way to spend time is blowing things up and drawing attention to us. If the government get hold of you what do you think they'll do, really? This isn't a game!"
But the Master was delighted. He just loved it when Jack was so frustrated because he knew (they both knew) there was not a thing he could do about it.
"Oh but did you hear it?" the Master whispered with glee. "Their screams as they burned. Have you ever done that, burned to death? Felt your skin melting off and cook as you continue to live. You know I might remember that one for you, next time we've got a few minutes. Call it my treat! I could do it now if you like?"
"Stop it," Jack repeated as he tried to temper himself. He tried to keep himself under control.
"Do you think they had hope? Pathetic little humans expecting somebody to come and save them?"
"I said stop it!"
"But it's fun!"
Jack snapped. His resolve lasted only so far. Lasted through the Master's verbal taunts, lasted through him killing him whenever he got the chance, it even just about lasted through his killing innocent people. But it wouldn't last through this.
He turned on his heel and glared at the Master. "You know I could take you right back to that facility. I could do worse. I could--"
But the Master stood tall, his demeanour changing, suddenly fierce, danger and fire in his eyes that reflected just what the man could be.
"You could what? Kill me? Oh you'd better be careful making threats like that unless you're willing to carry them out."
He took a step forward, but Jack didn't take a step back. They just stood there a moment, in silence, staring at each other as though one was waiting for the other to move. The Master almost daring Jack to do something, confirming his upper hand by the fact he knew Jack wouldn't; and Jack standing there refusing to confirm that fact even if deep down they both knew it to be one.
The moment was broken as the Master reached out a hand and forcibly shoved Jack out the way. He moved to the mattress and down onto it.
"So, freak, left or right?"
Jack gritted his teeth and turned on his heel just glowering at the Master who stared back at him with that inane grin on his face.
"I promise not to steal the covers," the Master said with mock sincerity.
Jack huffed again and stepped over, moving down onto the mattress beside him. "There aren't any covers," he pointed out. "Just go to sleep, we've got a lot to do tomorrow."
He lay down and twisted on the mattress. Turning onto his side he faced away from the Master, but even then he could tell he was being stared at. A gaze that seemed to bore holes in his back. "What?" he asked sharply.
Jack could almost feel the Master grin.
"Nothing," came the reply in a sing song voice.
"Then go to sleep."
The mattress moved slightly as the Master shifted on it, but Jack didn't move or pay it any attention. He closed his eyed and at least pretended he could sleep. He tried not to listen to the rustling as the Master reached for something. He tried not to notice that he wasn't simply lying down and resting.
He tried not to notice, but how could he not? He couldn't ignore it, and nor could he ignore it when a dirty glass shard that had sat discarded on the floor was harshly shoved through his coat and into his back. He coughed in pain and tried to shift and sit up to gain an advantage, but as he did the Master twisted the glass.
Jack coughed again and this time there was blood, spluttered out against the dirty white of the mattress. He pressed his hands out to try and push up against them but the glass was pulled back and he was sharply stabbed with it a second time.
A second and a third and a fourth and a fifth and again and again relentless until there was nothing in a breath but blood and nothing in a breath but the inevitable death.
Blood trickled out from the cuts in Jack's body and poured out across the mattress as he desperately tried to breathe, shaky shallow breaths, the blood pooling in the creases of the fabric. Death was slow, and it came like sleep, creeping up and over like the beginning of a dream.
And only when Jack's body stopped moving entirely; no flicker of eyes or shift of muscle. Only then did the Master settle down and rest. He moved away from the blood that had started to dry in sticky puddles beside him and he closed his eyes. "Goodnight," he said quietly to the corpse beside him.
Some time later the corpse ceased to be a corpse and Jack with a breath was alive again. Alive, and he realised, lying in a considerable amount of his own blood. He shifted and turned his head back to see the sleeping Time Lord beside him. Oh he drove him mad. He drove him mad and it would be so easy to reach over now and stop him. Stop him for always. But he wouldn't. And he didn't. So he reached and pulled over a dry part of his coat and settled into it.
"Goodnight, Master," he whispered, and he let himself sleep.
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"Here we are then."
Jack didn't even attempt to sound enthusiastic as he swung back the heavy metal door and locked it securely behind them. He was tired and worn and by now even this place looked vaguely appealing for rest.
The Master, however, was less than impressed. His face twisted in disgust and he piped up with sarcasm heavily heaped, "Oh the honeymoon suite! Really, Jack how charming of you!"
Jack simply glared. And so the Master continued.
"You might have put out a few flowers or some scented candles but I--"
"Stop it," Jack hissed.
"Oh someone's testy!" The Master smirked, he seemed more than a little pleased at the fact he'd riled Jack.
"You know we could have maybe even found somewhere half decent today. We could have made some headway on what we're actually trying to do. But no, you think a better way to spend time is blowing things up and drawing attention to us. If the government get hold of you what do you think they'll do, really? This isn't a game!"
But the Master was delighted. He just loved it when Jack was so frustrated because he knew (they both knew) there was not a thing he could do about it.
"Oh but did you hear it?" the Master whispered with glee. "Their screams as they burned. Have you ever done that, burned to death? Felt your skin melting off and cook as you continue to live. You know I might remember that one for you, next time we've got a few minutes. Call it my treat! I could do it now if you like?"
"Stop it," Jack repeated as he tried to temper himself. He tried to keep himself under control.
"Do you think they had hope? Pathetic little humans expecting somebody to come and save them?"
"I said stop it!"
"But it's fun!"
Jack snapped. His resolve lasted only so far. Lasted through the Master's verbal taunts, lasted through him killing him whenever he got the chance, it even just about lasted through his killing innocent people. But it wouldn't last through this.
He turned on his heel and glared at the Master. "You know I could take you right back to that facility. I could do worse. I could--"
But the Master stood tall, his demeanour changing, suddenly fierce, danger and fire in his eyes that reflected just what the man could be.
"You could what? Kill me? Oh you'd better be careful making threats like that unless you're willing to carry them out."
He took a step forward, but Jack didn't take a step back. They just stood there a moment, in silence, staring at each other as though one was waiting for the other to move. The Master almost daring Jack to do something, confirming his upper hand by the fact he knew Jack wouldn't; and Jack standing there refusing to confirm that fact even if deep down they both knew it to be one.
The moment was broken as the Master reached out a hand and forcibly shoved Jack out the way. He moved to the mattress and down onto it.
"So, freak, left or right?"
Jack gritted his teeth and turned on his heel just glowering at the Master who stared back at him with that inane grin on his face.
"I promise not to steal the covers," the Master said with mock sincerity.
Jack huffed again and stepped over, moving down onto the mattress beside him. "There aren't any covers," he pointed out. "Just go to sleep, we've got a lot to do tomorrow."
He lay down and twisted on the mattress. Turning onto his side he faced away from the Master, but even then he could tell he was being stared at. A gaze that seemed to bore holes in his back. "What?" he asked sharply.
Jack could almost feel the Master grin.
"Nothing," came the reply in a sing song voice.
"Then go to sleep."
The mattress moved slightly as the Master shifted on it, but Jack didn't move or pay it any attention. He closed his eyed and at least pretended he could sleep. He tried not to listen to the rustling as the Master reached for something. He tried not to notice that he wasn't simply lying down and resting.
He tried not to notice, but how could he not? He couldn't ignore it, and nor could he ignore it when a dirty glass shard that had sat discarded on the floor was harshly shoved through his coat and into his back. He coughed in pain and tried to shift and sit up to gain an advantage, but as he did the Master twisted the glass.
Jack coughed again and this time there was blood, spluttered out against the dirty white of the mattress. He pressed his hands out to try and push up against them but the glass was pulled back and he was sharply stabbed with it a second time.
A second and a third and a fourth and a fifth and again and again relentless until there was nothing in a breath but blood and nothing in a breath but the inevitable death.
Blood trickled out from the cuts in Jack's body and poured out across the mattress as he desperately tried to breathe, shaky shallow breaths, the blood pooling in the creases of the fabric. Death was slow, and it came like sleep, creeping up and over like the beginning of a dream.
And only when Jack's body stopped moving entirely; no flicker of eyes or shift of muscle. Only then did the Master settle down and rest. He moved away from the blood that had started to dry in sticky puddles beside him and he closed his eyes. "Goodnight," he said quietly to the corpse beside him.
Some time later the corpse ceased to be a corpse and Jack with a breath was alive again. Alive, and he realised, lying in a considerable amount of his own blood. He shifted and turned his head back to see the sleeping Time Lord beside him. Oh he drove him mad. He drove him mad and it would be so easy to reach over now and stop him. Stop him for always. But he wouldn't. And he didn't. So he reached and pulled over a dry part of his coat and settled into it.
"Goodnight, Master," he whispered, and he let himself sleep.
Word count: 1128
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Date: 2010-02-02 09:57 pm (UTC)It is wonderful, really.
And that's without getting into the Master only being able to sleep after he'd killed Jack! Poor Jack. I should feel more sorry for him but that would be a lie because I'm quite tickled.
*squishes!* In short, I LOVE IT!
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Date: 2010-02-02 10:05 pm (UTC)Of course one of the Master's favourite bedtime stories is killing Jack. It's like a security blanket or something.
I always worry about getting voices right, so I'm glad you think I did.
<3
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Date: 2010-02-02 10:08 pm (UTC)It is a must have before bedtime! That and a glass of milk.
Oh you did, you really, really did!