31Once upon a time there was a cold dark cell.
Don't ask where.
Don't ask when.
She's on the road to hell.
It was hard times.
It was a world of lords and men.
==TTW==
He took her to Utopia first.
Terra was made to watch- watch humanity fall apart.
Just as she did once, oh so long ago.
She never liked the smell of burning humans.
And later...she would always feel numb at it.
But for now...now...for this time...Terra would cry.
==TTW==
It's an old song.
An old tale from way back when.
And we're gonna sing it again.
==TTW==
There was Wiggle Room.
Terra had tried- tried so hard- fought so long- to fight it.
The Master had warned Terra.
One wrong move: Humanity would die again by her hand.
Terra had no choice.
In the course of two weeks (time doesn't exist on the TARDIS when in transit) Terra became All-Mother to the Toclefane.
She always wanted to be a mother...wasn't that sad?
==TTW==
"Do you want to know what happens tomorrow afternoon?"
"Besides my death by stress?"
"A bride will be transported. Oh, it will be the first of many things transported. The hospital will go next- a lot goes wrong for Miss Sarah Jane- Torchwood Three has some major staff changes- good for it, those were overdue. Things will start. Things will end. The beats of a butterfly couldn't change them now. Nor will be the crushing of one."
"So can we go?"
"We still have work to do."
"I know. Why do you think I came looking for you?"
"Saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit."
"I'll pretend that I understood what you were saying. And I translate that to, 'let's go'."
"That's abeamus."
"Okay now I hate you."
==TTW==
Terra sobbed when she fixed up Creet into a Toclafane.
The Master laughed.
==TTW==
It's a sad song
It's a tragedy.
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Gingers are said to have no souls.
As Terra finished another hundred Toclefane, her soul chipped away.
Bit.
By bit.
By bit.
By bit.
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==TTW==
We got some gods in the house tonight.
In the road to hell there was a cold dark cell.
And a Time Lady stuck inside.
With a mind full of the future!
Terra by name.
And if you follow that cell,
Follow that cell to the owner,
Where the drums start banging and humanity's ending
It's there you'll find the prime minister of England!
Master by name.
Both of them on the slow road toward hell.
==TTW==
Some days she forgot things.
She forgot how the wind felt in her hair.
She forgot the melodies to Disney songs.
There were stories and make believe that felt more and more like fairy tales, like smoke that she could reach but not quite hold.
She knew of stories of fantastical worlds. She could remember the worlds of loving hurricanes. She remembered worlds where people change into animals. She could see dark witches and dark wizards in her mind's eye.
But she forgot little things. She forgot what the address was of her childhood home. She forgot that her bedroom closet had a hidden pocket where she'd hidden precious things. She forgot the time Criminal Minds came on TV.
She could feel herself forgetting what it was like to leave a room without being surrounded by guards.
She had forgotten what it was like to be so alone. To not even have Darcy at her side. It was breaking some part of her that rejoiced in her solitude.
Terra remembered the Doctor some days.
She remembered Martha on others.
Every day she seemed to remember Jack- or something about Jack-
Remember that right now he walked the Earth.
Remember that he had been looking for her.
That he still waited.
That he hadn't hated her.
But he was alone.
But the Master never let her forget about her newest creatures.
The Abominations.
The Paradoxes in a Ball.
Humanity's Finest Hour.
Humanity's Darkest Hour.
==TTW==
It's a sad song.
Sad song.
It's an old tale from way back when-
==TTW==
Terra could hear when the TARDIS was altered.
She heard the TARDIS screech in her mind.
The Master tortured the TARDIS. Twisted her wires. Broke down her hardware. He forced her to work.
The screams went on for a long time. Like a thousand records hard stopping. Terra often wondered how her ears weren't constantly bleeding.
The Master could project his thoughts into her mind. Piggy-backing of the TARDIS signal most likely. Terra was made to watch the torture from her cell.
She was fairly certain that's when this music started.
Terra liked music.
She liked the beat.
==TTW==
Not everyone gets to be a Lord
In these years, times are hard.
Hard times are coming for the world of men.
Let's introduce you to a few of them.
On the road to hell, there's a poor girl looking for love.
==TTW==
Her name was Lucy.
Terra was disturbed by how often the name Lucy came up in this show. Lucy Cartwright, Lucy Saxon, that Lucy that was a stripper dog Rory's bachelor party, the Lucy from Doctor, Widow and the Wardrobe.
There was a Lucy conspiracy to be had.
Or maybe a theory.
Terra would put some processing power on it later.
The Master wanted her to know it was all going wrong.
That time was moving around Terra.
And she couldn't do anything.
But work on the Toclafane.
That was her job.
That was her goal.
That- that- that- that-
That- that- that- that-
That- that- that- that-
That- that- that- that-
==TTW==
She could feel people close.
She felt people she had never seen before close by.
People from the Haven were around.
Terra hoped they weren't trying something Gryffindorish.
She would be so mad at those future people.
Or maybe she had already gone mad, and those were delusions she crafted to make this time seem less lonely.
She needn't worry.
The Master was there.
He was always there.
==TTW==
It's a sad song
It's a tragedy
And we're gonna sing it again...
==TTW==
AN: HI EVERYONE! WHO'S READY FOR AN ANGST FIC?! THAT'S RIGHT- ALL OF YOU!
Why am I doing this?! Easy.
Some people do in fact write that the OC is abducted by the Master- and I don't think they torture them enough. Come on, he's the Simm!Master. We've seen what he does when left alone with something. Terra would definitely be insane if she was stuck with the Master for 18~ months.
So we're gonna have a 17 chapter fic for Sound of Drums and then Last of the Time Lords.
