Inside the Fire - Act 2 -

The Master awoke in a startle, his breathing getting very heavy. He had no idea were he was, and he was certain that he was dead. Well-- now thinking about his past few months, it dawned on him that he was just repeating the same thing over.. and over.. and over again. The days after his resurrection and the days before his death, were on repeat. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't alter anything. He was forced to replay it over and over again, so many times that he lost count after fifty. And the drums pounded louder each and every time.

"So you're finally awake." Lucifer slammed his hands on the desk where the Master was placed, and his abrupt action received another startling jump from the other.

"Yeah, and? Who the hell are you?" The Master snapped out, then he stared at the computer that distanced himself from the stranger. "The hell do you think you are?!" he barked even louder than before, slowly growing more hatred within him.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "So much to say, such little time." he huffed, then reached over the table. This caused the Time Lord to lean back from the oncoming touch, but he couldn't lean back far enough. The fallen placed two fingers on the others head, abruptly giving him all information needed. Who he was, what he was, some of his story, and mostly, he exaggerated on how powerful he was, just to make a statement.

The Master's eyes widened as all this information was received through his skull, in just a touch of two fingers, however, whenever Lucifer backed away, the alien's face didn't change a bit.

"So, let's get this straight. You work up a message in Time Lord for me, saying anything you want except for revealing who you are, and just to make sure, I expect a translation. This," the fallen slammed a hand onto the computer, "Should be good enough. One program on the whole thing, and that's for you. Any questions?"

Master kept silent, only speaking after a few moments. "If I don't? Great power, by the way. It doesn't scare me."

Lucifer 'ahh'd and walked around the desk, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against the desk, next to where the Time Lord was sitting. "I could have my best torturer... well, torture you, but... not even then would you break. So, I'd put you in a room. A room full of nothing. A nothing room- complete silence and blocked off from the rest of the world. So then, you can writhe with those drums in your head, making you go even more crazy. Is that what you want? To be completely and utterly alone, and to be tortured with your own mind?"

The alien froze up, why? Why did this guy have to know is one true weakness? The drums- he hated and loved them. One, two, three, four, always inside his head. Every second of every day, he cannot go without them. After a while, he cleared his throat, turning to the computer and turning it on. "... leave me be."

The sin grinned and whacked the other upside the shoulder, causing him to flinch. "More better. Obey me, and we'll have a grand time. You'll get fed once a day, nothing more and nothing less. If you want more, you'll earn it--"

"By?" The Master's gaze didn't alter.

"Amusing me. Now shut up." he growled, walking out of the room. He was glad that the Time Lord was more cooperative than he would've liked.