The drumming was annoying the Master. The constant noise in his head. He groaned holding his head. He wished the noise would go away. He tapped his fingers to the same rhythm in his head.
He lowered his hand after a bit. Though the noise went away, there was moments where the drums were less intense. But he didn't know what it was like to have a clear head. He had forgotten that. He only remebered when the drums started. He just wanted to make the Doctor suffer.
That was all he felt like doing at the moment. Sure he could make a few civilsations suffer, But today he wanted to go after the Doctor.

He gets up. He was looking around. He knew the Doctor must be somewhere close by. He didn't want to kill the Doctor, but he did want to make him suffer. There was no fun for him if the Doctor ended up dead.
He knew that it was more fun for him to keep fighting the other time lord.
The Master was walking around. His eyes narrowed and he was watching to see if he saw the Doctor. He knew he needed to find a good moment. "Come on Doctor." he smirked in a nasty way. He was sure that he wasn't going to let the Doctor out of this so easy.

It wasn't long before he saw the Doctor was looking around . He at first stayed somewhere the Doctor couldn;t see him. He wanted to make sure he choose the right moment. He wasn't fully sure on his plan.
He just knew he wanted to try and capture the Doctor.
The drumming in his head was bad. He wished it would cease. It was always giving him a headache. He wasnt sure how he could even think. All he could hear was drumming. He smirked darkly and waited.

The Doctor looked around, his eyes growing frantic along with his walking pace. She was gone. His TARDIS, his baby, was lost and he was stranded on a planet he did not recognize. Faint whispers in the darkness set his senses on edge, aggravating the already painful headache he had.

He may not have looked it at the time, but he was injured. His head throbbed and his insides burned making it hard to sense any other life around him. There were some people he did not want to run into in his current state.

As he continued to walk/stumble around in search for his beloved ship, he was oblivious to any eyes on him, and was immensely vulnerable.

Running an anxious hand through his brown hair and scuffing his white converse against the rough ground, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver to do yet another scan for the TARDIS.

The Master smirked watching the Doctor stumble around seeming lost. He laughed like he was crazy. The Doctor lost. Oh what a great day this was for him. Plus he was injured. He knew that was the right moment to strike.
He stepped out of his hiding place. "Ah lost are we Doctor," He could see the Doctor was anxious. He did enjoy it when he had advantage over the Doctor, He was wondering if he could find the TARDIS and keep it out of the Doctors reach.

He could see the Doctor was suffering and in pain. He was sure the Doctor didn't have the energy to even fight back. He laughed and walked around him "You can't escape which means I'm going to win."
Oh how he loved the thought of winning.
It had been a long time since he had been sure that he was going to win.
The Master was going to make sure that he made the right moves before attacking and trying to capture the Doctor. He was looking at him. He got even closer and pulled the Doctor by the collar of his coat. "And you can't do nothing, you are trapped here."

The Master's maniacal laughter echoed in the dark place and the Doctor straightened up in alarm. As he tried to keep his cool he watched the fellow Time Lord walk around him.

"What makes you think I'm lost? I'm just out for a pleasant strole..." He said trying to sound as nonchalant as possible through his pain. When the Master took a step towards him he mirrored he movement backwards before gasping at his friend's hand on his coat. Or at least, he had been a friend.

"There is nothing to 'win' and I am not trapped here...now let me go."

"Oh I have been watching," The Master sneered "I know your lost and your injured." He smirked. He was looking at his former friend. He was sure that any form of friendship was gone. At least that was what the Master told himself.

"Hah, even you can't lie to me Doctor." He spat his name. His crazy eyes focused on the Doctor. The drumming was bad. "Say it... Say my name!" He growled. He wanted to hear the Doctor say it.
He loved hearing his own name. He also loved it when the Doctor was annoyed at him.
THe time lord growled and shoved his hand away from his own "Don't you touch me," He snarled. He wanted to attack The Doctor. He ended up kicking the Doctor in the stomach and he growled.

"Why would I do that." He sneered. "There is always a way to win."

"I...I'm not going to say it." The Doctor forced out as he clutched his stomach. He was not going to give in to the Master's demands, no matter how vulnerable he was. Now on his hands and knees, he tried to keep in the noises coming from the waves of pain resonating through his body.
"Why are you even doing this? W-what do you have to gain??"
He looked up at the madman standing over him with a scowl. If he weren't hurt, the roles would really be different.

He remembered the friend he used to have, the young Time Lord who was basically his brother, and he saw none of that in the man above him. His scowl turned into a sad frown and he lowered his head to stare at the ground.

"Why not, Its my name!!" He growled. He kicked him even harder in the stomach enough to cause the other time lord to throw up. He was smirking darkly. He wanted the Doctor to give in. He could see he was in pain.
"I want you to suffer." he hissed. He glared at him "What do I have to gain? I just enjoy it."
He was looking at the Doctor. He pulled him to his feet.

"Get up!! Our friendship is gone," He snarled. He knew they had been close once. But not anymore. All he saw was his enemy. "Letting you live is the only Mercy I show," he slapped him in the face.

The Doctor coughed and looked at the Master with half lidded eyes. His face flushed in pain and his lips glistening.
He had had it. He cracked. He was old and didn't care anymore.

"Please...M-master...stop." He begged, feeling faint and leaning slightly towards the crazy man in front of him.

"And if our friendship is gone, then why are you showing me mercy?"

"Its boring for me if you are dead ," The MAster smirked, He liked seeing the Doctor in pain. He grabbed him again. He smirked "Say it... Say it again. SAY MY NAME!!" he yelled. He sounded crazy.

"Why should I stop, because your begging," He did like the begging. He pushed him to the ground and attacked him with his laser screwdriver. He then stood on the Doctor, he was just determied to make him suffer,
Maybe deep down he did care , but he never seemed to notice anymore.
The time lord felt like he was winning. He liked it when the Doctor showed weaknesss.

"YOUR WEAK, You always were," he yelled. He groaned and held his head. The drums even worse. He yelled out. He didn't want the Doctor to notice that he was in pain. He smirked and kicked him again.

Groaning again at the second or third kick, the Doctor stood up with shaky legs.

"Master, stop. You...ugh...you need to stop this. Is it because of the drumming? I can help with that, Master. I can help...just listen."

With his arms wrapped around his bruised torso, he stood as tall and proud as he he could.
He may have given up on the name part, but he was not going to give it all up that easily.

The Master was looking at him. He glared at him. He was sure that he could keep beating the Doctor. He was determined to not give up on fighting him "Not going to fight me back. Or are you too much of a coward'
He hissed . He grabbed him by his jacket again.

"YOu cant help me," He snarled "I don't want your help." He punched him and tried to break his ribs. He wasn't going to let him die or regenrate. But he did want to hurt him. He dug his nails into the Doctor's arm.
He knew the Doctor was not a man of violence and didn't give up easy.

The Doctor hissed at the pain from his arm and abdomen, his eyes watering in pain.
As the Master reached bacl for another swing, something snapped in the Doctor, something bad.

A deep growls came up from his hurting chest and he took on a sudden offensive. Taking the Master by his own coat and pinning him to a nearby wall.

"I said stop, and you are going to stop." He muttered darkly into the pinned man's ear.

The Master laughed "OH finally." He seemed amused that the Doctor was fighting back. He still tried to attack him. He wasn't afraid. He wasnt ready to give up either. He growled and scracthed his face.
"Your still a fool and coward."
He spat, He laughed like he was insane. He wanted to make him suffer in pain still.
He did like the fact the Doctor had snapped.

"I am not a coward..." The Doctor defended darkly, his voice squeaking at the end. Red streaks came up on his face where The Master scratched him.
He kept the man against the wall and used what was left of his self control to try to reason.
"Please, stop."

He was done with the pain, done with the Master's games.

"Oh yes you are,' The MAster growled.He didn't seem to care if the Doctor was using a darker tone with him. He was looking at where he had scratched the Doctor and smirked. He managed to push the Doctor off him after a bit of effort knocking him to the ground.
He sneered. "Fool."
He attempted to attack him till he could barely move.

After what felt like endless beating, the Doctor lay curled up on the ground in a bruised, broken heap.
He didn't fight back anymore, for he couldn't. He was too far gone. At first he thought the Master just wanted to toy with him. To rough him up a bit then leave, but now he expected the worst.
He didn't feel he regeneration coming yet, but he knew he would soon.

The Master hadn't intended to go this far, he was just angry, but didn't want to drive him to regenration. He knew he could help him even if not as medically skilled.
"Doctor...," He then gives up one of his regenrations to heal him enough so he doesn't need to regenrate. He doesn't care if he gives it up as barely seems to care about his own life.
Knows the Doctor is still injured but will be in pain. He gives him some medicine to help, but knows its strong and may upset the Doctor stomach. He lifted him and walked till he found the TARDIS. He unlocked it with the Doctors key and puts him in bed.