kill your boyfriend, we could be together

[bornoutofdeath]

[There's a sound deep within an alleyway, a quick scritching noise that echoes around a quiet part of town. There's a man half-hidden behind a large dumpster can, hoody and jeans covered in dust and grime and blood. His fingernails scrape across the metal of the bin beside him as he scrambles to his feet, sparking energy nervously from his hands.]

Who's there? [His voice is deep, British and is a tone obviously used to command] I know you're out there. I can smell you.

[With a slight hiccoughing laugh, the Master reels forward out into the light of a streetlamp, eyes wide and mad, fingers cramping as he gathers enough regeneration residue in his hands that they look like balls of lightening]

Come to meet your Master.