"Mr. Saxon Says Kill"

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"Mr. Saxon Says Kill"
Who:  Broken Master & Broken Doctor
What:  In preparation for the battle with the Big Bad Saxon, the Master tries to teach the Doctor to embrace the dark side...without actually crossing over to the dark side!

This was...strange.  The Doctor sat where the Master told him to in the Junkyard on a little tin bin behind a piece of

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The Master needed to get the Doctor ready. Saxon needed to die... or at least suffer greatly, yet he knew his Doctor was far too nice still, even with part of his mind inside the Doctors. He needed to desensitise him and somehow avoid Valeyard rising. He also knew that the Doctor would never listen to him if he said it up front. He'd tried several times before and it never did managed to work out.

So now he was trying a different tact. It had taken him all of last night to find the perfect 'bait', several minutes with some felt and a sewing needle and some clever rearranging of his junk-yard to get it all sorted. He'd ever made a makeshift stage with a curtain, which he was very proud of.

The Master proceeded to stick his head out of the curtain and putting his finger to his lips. "Shhhh, just sit still and behave. Today we're learning a lesson in the easiest way that your mind will allow it."

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The Doctor ought to have been insulted and any half-brained human man would have been but the Doctor was a curious creature, broken or not. It was a good thing that the Master hadn't advertised this show or all of the other Doctors might have decided to come on by!

Nibbling at his lips, the Doctor did try to sit still. For the Master to have to tell him that was almost, almost a low blow. Honestly! What sort of creature with the attention span of a newt would dare tell anyone else not to fidget!?

"I'd rather go have a banana split than learn a lesson. I'm already as smart as you are. Smarter perhaps!"

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"You are not!" The Master yelled from behind the curtain, a hand wriggling out and grasping the side of the material, pulling it along with a bright smile, boarder on devious. There stood the Master, dressed as usual with his one hand behind his back. Course there was something else there which was considerably harder to ignore.

A young man, completely unconscious, was handcuffed to a network of broken pipes align strategically. The Master gave the man a look before turning to the Doctor.

And out came the other hand, a rather scarily cute looking puppet in the form of Harry Saxon sat on his hand, complete with a little tie and crop of brown hair. "Today, me and Mr Saxon here are going to teach you allll about killing."

Both the Master and puppet Master nodded their heads.

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The Doctor clapped for several seconds, eyes bright, before he frowned again and pursed his lips. The 'oh, puppet show! Brilliant!' was changed into a "What are you doing?!"

He moved to stand up, not exactly to unshackle the poor man behind the Master, but to pull the Master away from the softly breathing victim. He didn't like the smell of cooked humans and he didn't want the Master to get too hungry and decide to eat him!

That, and he really wanted to shake Mr. Saxon's little hand.

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The Master rolled his eyes and instead of hitting the Doctor himself, the little Saxon whacked the Doctor on the head with his little felt hand.

"This man is a bad man. We saw him in our junk-yard, dumping a body of a women. Its still there, in the sand and grit down there, almost buried. Then I stopped him and dragged him back here, he's been very bad, hasn't he Mr Saxon?"

The puppet nodded its head eagerly and the Master grinned at the Doctor before nodding his head at the human not far from them.

"Now, what should we do with bad people? Oh yes, thats right! We kill them."

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"Kill them?" The Doctor was only half paying attention gripping the puppet's little hands and grinning at him as he bent over slightly. The Doctor had decided that Mr. Saxon was absolutely brilliant and was already plotting ways to steal him for himself.

Imagine what could be done if he had a Mr. Saxon of his own! He was already pulling things out of his pockets to hand over, bits of wires a little walnut.

He wanted to have a tea party in the worst way.

"Wait. Kill him?" So much for a tea party! His mind was back to working again.

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The Master wasn't sure if Mr Saxon was working, the Doctor seemed to distracted by the blasted thing. The Master decided that now was a good time to try and us that to his advantage. He cleared his throat and shoved the Saxon puppet in front of the Doctors face to get his full attention.

"The sooner we kill him, the sooner we can have tea!" The Saxon puppet said... or more the Master said in a slightly higher pitched voice, deciding to give the puppet a voice.

"Ok, now! Lets pay attention, he'll be awake soon. Now do you want to take option A - slow and gory oooor option B... which is the same as option A but ever so slightly faster."

The Master grinned, using his normal voice this time, though the puppet still moved along as he spoke, as if it was his little mimic. Oh he did like having this still guy beside him. Perhaps he could explain the truth of the drums to the real Saxon with this little guy.

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"Is there an option C for taking him to the police?" the Doctor asked, only to see the puppet hang it's head as if it was sad. The Doctor panicked. "I'm sorry!" he said, patting it's little head. "I'm so sorry! Don't be sad, Mr. Saxon! Option A will be fine, most certainly!"

This was going to be a very bad thing if Mr. Saxon happened to have the sort of power over the Doctor it was already displaying.

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Oh the Master did love the power that Saxon had, all he had to do is make the puppet look ever so hurt and the Doctor would happily assist. At the mention of option A, Saxon stopped looking downward happily and instead its little head flew upright, arms poking outward happily.

"Ah there we go, now come along. I think our prisoner is waking up." And sure enough, the man was stirring slightly, making small mumbling noises of pain.

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The Doctor pursed his cheeks and nodded slightly before he rounded the little makeshift theater. Hands to his knees, he peered down at the man, eyebrows arching upwards. "You were a bad man," the Doctor said softly. "Trespassing and dumping people isn't nice. Did you have a permit?"

The blue eyed creature that the Master had gather was in tears and the Doctor immediately felt bad for him.

"I don't think he meant it," he murmured.

"I didn't," a ghostly rasp came.

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The Master rolled his eyes and the Saxon puppet shook his head. "He's lying! You either do something or you don't! You killed her, that makes you bad, deal with it."

The Master shrugged it off with ease, tears did little to change his verdict of who was guilty and who wasn't. After all, the way he looked at it was that no one did anything without intention.

Even he would accept all the bad things he'd done were what he'd chosen. Even if that wasn't necessarily true, the drums had been a big influence on everything he done.

The Master pulled out a knife and threw it from where he stood. It shot right past the Doctors face, narrowly missing him, and lodged itself right into the mans leg. "Go fetch Doctor!"

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The Doctor winced at all of the wailing. "Really? Did you have to do that?" He wasn't a puppy but there was a reason everyone called him one. It was so painfully obvious as he did was he was told, pulling the knife from the man's leg. Blood dripped down the blade and over his hands and the Doctor frowned. He didn't like to be messy.

The man was still screaming and huffing and puffing and it was oh so very annoying to say the leas.

"You're more of a laser or death ray sort of person. Oooh...look. On my shirt now!" He did love that shirt. "I suppose red on red isn't too noticeable."

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"I really did," The Master responded with a bright smirk, showing no signs of being upset or even annoyed over the incident. Instead he strolled closer to inspect his damage. Barely a scratch really, he'd had worse. In fact he was currently deal with worse, a fault resurrection wasn't something that got easier, just simpler to ignore.

"Lasers are too quick, you need to get used to blood and guts. There will be lots of that with me. Lots of blood. Ripped flesh gushing out thick red life all over the ground. Fragile humans snapping in my grasp."

Oh God, he was making himself more hungry. He shook his head to try and focus on the task, the Saxon puppet shaking with him.

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"Right, of course." The Doctor really didn't have any idea what to say about it one way or another. Getting use to blood was not high up on his list. He ended up nodding his head right along with the puppet though, grinning as he handed over the knife.

"What is wrong with you?!"

The Doctor ignored the sobbing man for a moment before he thought of an answer. "I thought my Master was dying and I merged with him. That's what's wrong with me."

"So you... Is this some fucking queer game?"

"Ooooh, no. No lasers or killer robots!"

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The Master had to actually think through what was wrong. There was so much that wasn't right with him, not since the merge. He just never noticed it. He tired to work out which was the worst of his problems.

"The silence. Lack of it and the access of it."

The Master grinned and offered his Doctor a small look of reassurance. The merge was the source of the silence which seemed to rule the Masters mind.

He couldn't stand being stuck alone without the drums but after months of adjusting, he couldn't take the drums either. He was trapped in a stale mate with himself.

"Game? We could play a game. Lets play 'kill the evil bastard and play with his intestines'."

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The Doctor wrinkled his nose at the game. "I was thinking Candy Land," he said softly, eyes still on the puppet as if he was mesmerized by it. "Or poker?"

Theta had taught him the game not that long ago and they played for things around the TARDIS or what the Doctor had in his pockets. He was very good at it, they both were. The Doctor enjoyed analytical games. He liked patterns and to think through difficulties.

There was a struggle behind him and the Doctor frowned at the writhing man, and now shouting man.

"Humans are so loud all the time."