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It twas a cold dark night as a man with a mess of stark blonde hair, wearing a dark grey hoodie, and trainers drove down the dark deserted road. It was deserted because it was way past the hours that any normal, non-criminal, non-illicit activity doing human being would be out and about on a cold dark night. The man’s thumb pounding out a rhythm only he could hear on the old beat up cars steering wheel as he went about his business. His business was to recover something he had left behind long, long, ago.
The problem would be in finding where he had left it.
The man had been in the area for any a few days, limited in his search by the very fact that his face was just too recognizable, just too familiar to the locals. His crimes were just too fresh in the memories of some of the parasitic human population that covered this part of the miserable planet. The night, the darkness, the deserted streets, and buildings were his only cover from places like Torchwood, places that would no doubt see his very existences extinguished.
But the man was no fool. He had no intentions of getting caught and even less intentions of staying on the miserable planet longer then he had too… at least not in this time period. Oh he had toyed with the idea of turning a new leaf with the new found knowledge that he wasn’t crazy, that he wasn’t hearing the sounds… the constant drumming within his head because he was insane. But even as he entertained such a thing he knew deep down that he would never last. He was just too far gone… he was the MASTER, and would never be able to be anything like the Doctor. Atleast, not for long.
It was with these thoughts that a flash seemed to appear from out of nowhere and the telltale sounds of a thud could be heard. Instinct alone made him slam on the breaks of the car… he was driving… the stolen car.
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Claire Paxton had never given much thought to the prospect of being hit by a car. Like most people, she'd look both ways before she crossed the street, obey traffic and pedestrian laws, and always keep an eye on the cars around her. Normally, that would have been enough. She'd had a few close calls, with drivers who were distracted, or just plain awful at the task, but she'd never actually been in an accident.
Of course, that was about to change. She'd decided to walk down to the local coffee shop, just down the street from her apartment, and get a coffee that morning. She'd sat and drunk part of it, read the newspaper headlines, and then took her remaining coffee and left. Halfway home, she looked both ways before crossing the street. She heard a noise, and turned to her right, face to face with an oncoming car.
Well, crap.
The car hit her, and for a brief moment, she registered that it didn't hurt as bad as she'd expected. Of course, once she'd hit the ground, it felt as though she'd been shattered. She could definitely feel a cracked rib, and her shoulder felt funny, like maybe it was out of the socket. Her wrist hurt, but an experimental twist told her it was nothing more than a bruise there.
Apes, never watching were they are going, never paying attention to what is going on around them; typical ape behavior. Let’s step in front of a large mechanical device that can squash you like the bug you are. That is the mindset of the human apes of the planet Earth. It is a wonder that they survived this long to ever evolved at all. ‘They are worst then ignorant and petty children,’ the Master thought coldly as he stopped the car and jumped out of the car to see if he had killed one of the multitude of ignorant dominant species of apes that infested the planet.
The drum beat, the endless noise in his head pounded in step with the throbbing telltale sign of a headache coming on. Finding the human laying upon the dark, cold, hard surface of the street he had been traveling on took only a moment. He felt for a pulse and checked to see if she, and it was a female human was conscious and coherent.
“Hey you! You alright? ”
The Master saw signs of life. A movement of the hand and wrist confirmed that she was indeed conscious. He dreaded the very thought of taking this human to the hospital. The chances of being recognized were just too great. But he couldn’t just leave her in the middle of the street… or could he? He wasn’t even sure why he was entertaining the thought of helping her. He shouldn’t even have stopped when the accident occurred. He was going to regret it, he just knew it and he couldn’t help but to wonder what was wrong with him that he had stopped. It just wasn’t like him.
He would drop her off at a hospital and leave. Yes, that would be the extent and the end of his involvement. He had more important and pressing matters to attend to.
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She sat up quickly - maybe too quickly. She put a hand to her head. "I... I think so.... Broken rib, for sure," she said, then placed a hand on her side. Instantly she winced, gasping in pain as she touched it. "Yeah ," she hissed out. "Definitely broken. Probably more than one."
She met his eyes. He seemed as if he was worried very little. There was obviously a hardness to his personality. She wasn't one to trust easily, but it was obvious neither was he. She regarded him cautiously, because she didn't trust him - after all, he'd just hit her with a car.
"Yeah ," she hissed out. "Definitely broken. Probably more than one."
The possibilities of just leaving were gone. He had blown his chance and now he was going to be forced to help the little ape.
“Maybe we should get you to a hospital; do you know where one is?”
He asked her, looking at her intently. Thump, thump, thump, thump… yes there was defiantly a headache on its way… He wanted her to be alright so that he could get rid of her and be on his way. Almost absently, he leaned down and let the growth of his unkept hair fall down to obscure his face.
“Can you stand?”
He asked ready to pick her up and drag her to the hospital if necessary if only to get this unpleasantness done and over with.
"Maybe we should get you to a hospital," he said. "Do you know where one is?"
She considered it. "I think there's one about fifteen miles that way," she said, and pointed. When he bent down to study her, his hair got in his face, and she was given a better chance to look at him. Rugged, unshaven, and deep eyes, that seemed as if they guarded a secret.
"Can you stand?" he asked, and she took a deep breath. "I can try," she said.
She put her hands behind her, on the pavement, and tried to push up. That hurt, a lot, and she gasped in pain again, wincing her eyes shut. "Maybe... Could you help me stand?" She was beginning to realize that her shoulder was probably dislocated, and it would be a bitch to get it popped back in.
The young women tried to stand, but it was apparent within seconds that she was just too badly damaged to achieve the feat under her own power. There was just no help for it and the Master knew it.
"Maybe... Could you help me stand?" She asked.
The Master reached down and as gently as he possibly could so as to cause as little pain as possible scooped her up into his arms.
“Hold On,” he said as he pivoted his feet and walked her over to the passenger side door.
He felt alittle weird carrying her, but he prevailed. Carefully he maneuvered one hand to the cars door handle and lifted it just enough for the door to be ajar and he then gripped the woman just alittle tighter as he used a foot to nudge it open the rest of the way.
She held her ground as he picked her up, wincing through the pain rather than making any noise. She didn't want to appear weak in front of this stranger - that could signify that she was easy to take down - and at the same time, something about him had her wanting to impress him. She wasn't sure why, and she kept quiet about it, choosing instead to marvel at his handiwork as he opened the car door and kicked it open without dropping or even jostling her.
She had instinctively wrapped one arm around his neck (the arm closest to his body), and her other arm, the one with the busted shoulder, rested on her lap. He set her down rather gently, something she hadn't expected from this man, and she smiled a thank you, small and brief, swiveling on the seat so her feet were on the floor.
As the Master helped the woman into the cars passenger seat, for just an instant he looked down at her face and noticed a brief smile that surprised him just alittle. He decided that if she could still find it in herself to smile then she would undoubtedly live through her ordeal and all would be well.
Good, that means less time wasted in some substandard human medical faculty. For not the first time he was struck by the thought of why he was helping her. He had never helped anyone before… his entire life has been full of killing, destruction, and mayhem. This uncharacteristic behavior was not something that was sitting well with him. He needed to get rid of her and get off this planet fast.
After waiting for her to get settled into the seat he shut the cars door and walked back around to the driver’s side. He opened up the car and hopped in. Slamming his door shut he then released the break, put it into gear, and stepped on the gas; his headlights gleaming on the cold dark surface of the road before them.
“So, which way miss...?” He asked, vaguely realizing he had never gotten her name. He glanced her way out of the corner of his eye.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye, inquired as to their direction and her name, and she responded.
"Paxton," she told him. "Claire Paxton. And that way, as far as you can. The road will turn."
She'd only been to a hospital once before, that she could remember, and she recalled not having liked it very much. Even now, the mere thought of the place made her feel unsteady inside, like she might just freak out a little bit.
Without another word the Master drove in the direction that Paxton had indicated gaining speed as he went, the street becoming a blurred construct under the cars ties.
He would have to think up a name and fast, “Daniel Jones,” he said simply, introducing himself. He was at a loss as to what to say to the human female, at least at a loss as to what to say that wasn’t insulting or cruel.
“So, you live around here Miss Paxton?” He asked. “It doesn’t seem like a safe enough neighborhoods to be walking about this late. I could have been a mass murderer or a drug dealer, or some other dastardly criminal.” He gave her a small reassuring smile… that was an absolute lie in and of itself.
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