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The storm rages on. Amy Titus sits back against the bars of his cell and just... watches. He disabled the sound dampeners in his cell the first week he arrived. It probably bothered his immediate neighbors... but Amy can't really seem to bring himself care all the much.
He twitches his fingers, trying to get some feeling back in them from their handcuffed position behind his back. But otherwise, he just sits. And listens to the storm.
...okay that's the Master. Fuck.
"I'm not supposed to go places with strange men. Unless you have lollies."
"...I do really like chocolate."
He really doesn't want to do this, but he has his orders. He wants to stay here in his cell and continue his brooding. He was really getting the knack of it. Practice makes perfect. But.
"These cuffs will kill me if I leave my cell."
"Hold very still."
The Master pulls out a laser and turns it to its highest setting.
It cuts through the cuffs as easily as butter. It will cut through Titus too, if he so much as twitches.
Amy knows what is it, but turns around to show him the cuffs anyway without complaint. He doesn't move, but really, whats the worst he can do? Killing him would probably be a step up for the universe.
The Master slices through the cuffs with almost perfect precision. Titus's left wrist is left with a slight, instantly cauterized, gash.
"Come on!" he says, jumping back into the TARDIS.
Amy Titus leaves Stormcage and steps into the TARDIS.
He's never actually been in one before... it's nothing like he imagined.
The central chamber of the TARDIS is a large dome, paneled in woods of varying shades.
In the center of the dome is a circular panel of instruments.
In the center of the instruments, there is a column of what looks like pulsing amber. It extends into the floor and all the way to the ceiling.
There is a single, closed door in the wall.
The Master goes directly to the console and enters something.
"Now, we are nowhere," he says cheerfully.
"You seemed pretty up to date on my casualty list. But. Nothing else?"
"You're not a time lord, but you're something. Which turns this from a brief jaunt to satisfy my curiosity into something much more pressing. Who are you?"
"I'm the Ultraviolet Catastrophe. I've killed more than five hundred thousand people all over time and space. Ripped them completely out of existence. I'm a murderer. You're a murderer too, aren't you?"
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