trustxthescarecrowxman
The Doctor smirked. âYouâve never faced a Time Lord before. We donât die, we regenerate. Different body, different face. Same old me. Over and over and over. Iâve been given more lives than any of us are supposed to get. I donât even know how many. Too many. Why do you think Iâm sitting here without a care in the world with the assassin sent to kill me? I couldnât even kill me if I wanted to.â
A shrug. âSo now youâve lost. Sorry to break your streakâ The news about his employers was unfortunate but not unexpected. The boyâs frank mention of his situation brought a twinge of sadness to the Doctorâs chest. All the same, he nodded knowingly. âTyrants rarely are.â
He spotted a trickle of blood on the boyâs neck where he had scratched at his ear before. âDid your skin tear just from that?â he asked quietly, pointing to the spot. âAre you alright?â Seeming to realize what heâd just asked, he shook his head and held up his hands. âI have no intention of using it against you. As I said before, I donât want you dead. A sentiment that I hope, despite your present bias, you might share.â He cocked an eyebrow. âPerhaps we could help each other out?â
the existence of someone who canât die isnât, really, that difficult for him to grasp. he was an impossibility in himself, this man being seemingly immortal was not a fact he would have trouble admitting. âi thought maybe youâre an idiot.â statement holds more confidence than he has any right to, said just loud enough for the other to hear. heâs listening, even if it doesnât look like he is, even if his eyes seem to stare straight through the older man.Â
youâve lost.
buzzing gets louder, a roaring cacophony in his skull. youâvelostyouâvelostyouâvelostyouâvelostyouâvelostyouâvelost. hands tremble, just slightly, barely perceptible. he isnât listening anymore, anything this stranger said replaced by white noise. he canât lose, he wonât lose, losing isnât allowed. he has to kill him, doing anything else is unacceptable.Â
moves faster than he should and his joints cry out in protest, but the pain is lost somewhere in his head, somewhere between the panic and the fear that consumed him. energy thrumming under his skin crackles to life, dancing across pale flesh like some ethereal light show. âi have to.â almost sounds sorry, if he was even capable of feeling anything that wasnât fear anymore.Â
flash of gold sparks across concrete from where he pushes off from the ground, pavement cracking with a force he shouldnât have. body twists in the air, hand grabs the collar of his target, foot coming around the land firmly in his stomach. thereâs another flash of gold when he makes impact, the shock wave just serves to flip the two over. slams down into the floor with as much force as he dares, knows how fragile his own body is, knows he barely has enough energy to keep himself upright. âitâs finefinefinefinefine.â stumbles over his words, previously yellow eyes lit up a faint gold, blood dripping out from underneath his mask. âiâll just have to keep killing you until you stop getting up again. then theyâll be pleased.âÂ

















