The Caretaker
|| @artificialdoctor||
Things weren’t suppose to turn out this way. It was supposed to be just like any other time Dark ventured outside of his TARDIS.But that’s not what happened. Bloody violence is what happened. Instead of things being alright, it was the opposite. Why? Because Fleshy was on the ground bleeding.
The Doctor was going to take the bullet with no problem. For godsakes, the asshole human didn’t even know how to properly aim. The shot would have easily missed his heart and other vital organs. So, he was more than willing to take it and provide instant karma. But Fleshy had been so goddamn stubborn.
One second the bullet was heading right for him and the next he was pushed away. Dark looked down at Fleshy with mixed emotions. The sight of Fleshy wounded made him angry, but also sad. More angry though. The Time Lord glared hatefully at the shooter, clenching his fist tightly.
“You son of a bitch, I am going to kill you,” Dark snapped, his knuckles turning white. He made sure that Fleshy was laid down and prepared to charge, “Any last words before I rip your throat out?”