The Master stayed on bended knee, his hands clasped firmly against his head, pressing against his skull in an attempt to try to silence the pain. Yet before his very eyes, the room grew dark, causing his hazel teal hues to widen "No.." he gasped with a pant "no .. no no .." the room began to gain light once more yet what he saw was what the drums had caused him to see. Blood right in front of him, in trails it seemed, of course the room was still pure pristine white, but in the Master's mind it was coated in blotches of red.
His hearts were racing faster than before, his breath rapid and labored. Extending a hand out to touch the floor only he saw his hands covered in blood, of course they weren't but his mind was too twisted for him to distinguish hallucination from reality. The Master began to wring his hand, in an attempt to alleviate the blood that he saw but it was no use. Instead he began to crawl along the trail that only he saw. Where was it leading him? What would he see? At the far end of the darkened room, within the crevices of his mind was his answer.
There upon the floor he saw a blue pinstriped suited man, red crimson soaking through the fabric, ever so lifeless eyes. That image was truly horrifying. "No .. No…" his voice shaken but growing firmer by the breath "Nooo" his teeth clenched. "NOOOO!! THETAAA!!!" his voice rang with anger, with sorrow, heart break. Yes he'd seen the regenerated version of his dear old frenemy just moments ago. But his mind at this current moment? Was too far gone. Oh the image was horrifying.
There was a ringing within his mind a searing pain once more causing him t close his eyes. Slowly the Master brought himself to lean against the wall, his breath in a tired pant as he brought his knees to his chest, his head resting in his arms. Slowly but surely the drums faded into silence. Only then did the Master open his eyes, the room had returned its sickeningly sweet shade of white cream; the hallucination now gone. Lifting his head he checked his hands and saw they were clean he looked to the right where in his hallucination the previous form of the Doctor had laid, there was nothing there now.
The Master often had small windows of clarity, that was the only positive difference of this regeneration. The drumming would silence for a bit of time, allowing the Master to think clearly, this was one of those times. The Time Lord pushed himself to his feet, he didn't acknowledge the Doctor, not right now. Instead he walked around the man to his night stand, opening the small drawer he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Plucking one out he moved to a chair and sat down. Lighting the cigarette, inhaling and slowly exhaling smoke after a few moments his eyes slowly averted to the stetson wearing man. "You think I don't know your regeneration cycle, I do, even now" he took another long drag of the piece in his hand before blowing out a bit more smoke.
"You can't help me, Doctor, don't even try, these drums are far worse than you could ever imagine" he cleared his throat "What was just witnessed.. my crazed moment, that's hallucination… I see things that …are far worse than I'd ever want to imagine' taking another hit and more smoke dispersing from his lips the Master flicked the cigarette away. Watching as a laser shot from the camera in the ceiling to destroy the small bud before it touched the ground. "There are others.. far more sinister.. they make me do things, Doctor, things that I myself find troubling." he arose to his feet and closed the gap between him and the newly regenerated form of the Doctor, slamming the man against the wall.
"Now you say you can help me, but what if I refuse? What if being in here is better for me? I'm not hurting anyone, not by a long shot.." he thought for a moment "Well not anymore.. that’s why I have my own cell" honestly the Master had killed seven patients and at least a dozen workers in his time there. Whether he was sane or not at the time of those deaths, those drums controlled him. Reaching up, he plucked the hat from the Doctor's head and tossed it off the side. Placing a hand upon the Doctor's throat the Master leaned in close, their noses millimeters apart as his maddening eyes peered into the Doctor's aquamarine hues. Searching and there it was "There you are.." a sick smirk formed upon his lips as his grip on the man's throat tightened but only slightly "It truly is you, My Dear Doctor" without warning the Master crashed his lips against the other Time Lord's before pulling from him completely and stepping away.
"All this time, you've been alive.. and so have I" his crazed hazel eyes moved to the Time Lord "But you hold the scent and the taste of human" his tongue ran over his lips "Quite the delectable human at that.. tell me Doctor, are you lonely? Is that why you're truly here?" a sinister laugh escaped his lips "You only want me with you, because you don't want to be alone" there was a flicker of maddening Darkness in his eyes.
- The Master