Hi, So I obviously meant before April of 2016, duh. Don't kill me. Put down the pitch forks and torches and read this new chapter. Yet, after two years my writing has matured and I hope it's also a better quality. Hopefully my fans are still here, or new fans will arise. Here it is.

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Master pov Hurting Jack was not going to help him with his plans. Rose was watching and she could not see the Master lose control of himself. No matter how much he wanted to see Jack on the floor with the sweet scent of his blood surrounding him. How nice it would be to have the power over him, to feel the life in his hands. The best part was that he could keep it up forever, killing Jack over and over again. The drums pounding on his skull. It would be just so much fun! Why did he ever think that it was a bad idea? Rose's laughter interrupted his thoughts, that's why.
"I stood there as they aimed the gun at me," Jack said "They asked for any last words and I simply asked for a last drink. Things played out and soon we were all drunk. I don't remember much of that night, but I did wake up wearing leather lingerie. I think we stayed in touch for a while afterwards."
Rose was laughing so hard that she was leaning against the TARDIS wall to stay upright. The Master pouted. He could make Rose laugh like that if he wanted too, and it did not take a story about Jack shagging everyone to do so. The story was not even that funny. What did Rose even see in the immortal? The Master was far more clever and handsome than stupid Harkness. He was only an ape after all, an immortal, but an ape never less. If only Rose could see how inferior apes were. How she was even the same species as them was a mystery to the Master. What if she liked him better? What if Rose wanted to leave him for Jack? The Master shook the thoughts away. Did Jack just touch her shoulder?
He took a deep breath. He was not going to let himself loose Rose, so there was really no reason to get upset. Yet, it was going to be harder to keep her happy if he lost himself. He had to keep up the appearance of a hero. Even if that meant pretending to like Harkness. He was in control. He was in control. He wanted to punish Harkness. He wanted to hear Jack screaming in pain. No, he had to behave. He was really teetering on the edge. He ignored his desires and focused on his Rose.
He took her hand. The familiar feeling of her hand slipping into his did calm him. She looked up at him with that stunning smile of hers, the one with her tongue between her teeth. He really did adore his girl.
"Hi." she said
"Hello." He responded
Jack wrapped his arm around Rose's waist and pulled her towards him. The drums screamed and the next second the Master pounced on him. Within moments Jack was on the ground and he was slamming his fists into Jack's head. How dare he try to steal Rose away from him. He was going to take her away from him. Rose belonged to him and no one else. Why could no one understand that? He pulled the knife that he always kept on him from his bigger on the inside pockets. He stabbed Jack several times. Jack gave no effort to fight back, most likely because he programmed Jack to never even consider causing him. At least he could punish him without a struggle. Jack was soon dead, but he continued stabbing him before he felt someone pull him away from Harkness. He was about to snap at whoever interrupted his punishing, but stopped when he saw his Rose in tears.
"What are you doing?" she asked with her face as pale as a sheet.
"Rose, sweetie." He reached for her and she flinched away. Only then did he notice the blood on his fingers.
She flinched away from HIM. For the first time in his life he felt his hearts break. It hurt like *heck*. No, she was not supposed to be scared of him. She was supposed to trust him more than anything in her life. She was not allowed to feel anything but love for him. That's all he felt for her, it was not fair. The drums pounded. She was going to leave him, she was going to go crawling back to the Doctor. He was going to be left alone. He had to stop her. He grabbed Rose and dragged her into the closest room. He locked the door and then raised his fingers to her temples.
"Stop. Please." she begged. He backed her into the wall and pinned her down.
He could practically feel her panic throbbing from her mind. It only made him more furious. She should know that he would never hurt her. The drums were so loud now. She had to be happy with him, he would make her be happy with him. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. He did not understand why he felt bad about messing with her mind before. She belonged to him completely, both her mind and body. He should not feel guilty about improving his girl. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four.

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