I Can't Decide || Gabriel and The Master
Alive. Dead. The Master didn't care about any of those silly labels anymore. He was currently existing and that was as far as his knowledge went. And to be completely honest, The Master didn't really care to know. Sure knowing the cause had some good points, like being able to expect who or what wanted him back here again---but then again... not knowing was a better existence. Even if it would be temporary he could drown his mind this way in whatever he wanted to. In this state of being he could actually take a moment to enjoy his life. And being in New York opened up those possibilities even more. It was so difficult to find a place to spend a little downtime while he was living out his life the last few times he was alive. It was all mostly running and persuading and conquering. To be quite honest it was quite boring. His life this week he had finally had some time to enjoy the finer things in life. One of many examples---bars. The Master had never known what he was missing for so many years. Of course the drinks of this time were so far behind the alcoholic beverages of future times, but growing up with stuck up Timelords made him less picky. Speaking of bars---The Master supposed that would probably be a great next stop. Of course after he finished his current project.
"I'm so sorry for that. Daydreaming has always been a nasty habit of mine. You should have spoken up. I wouldn't have been angry I swear. This time right now is your time. You deserve it." The Master looked at his current victim lying on his table. The only response to his speaking was a bit of shifting and mumbling. That's what gags got him, he supposed. He always did love speaking to his victims but then at the same time, he really didn't. They could just be so annoying at times. "Of course you deserve it. I mean everyone deserves to have their last moments be devoted to them I suppose." The Master walked up to the table smiling, getting down on his knees to continue chatting to his captive. He was being completely serious. This man was doomed to die. Although he hadn't done anything yet the man was going to accept a job in just under a month where he would accidentally create a new, extremely deadly strain of influenza. Now the Master never was one for actually helping the human race, but in this particular case it was to his benefit. He had some events in the future that he was excited to put his own twist on, but for that he needed some specific people in history---or he supposed from this time of reference, it was people in the future---and sadly those people would not have survived the influenza. Regardless, the Master was saddened at having to "take one for the team" so to speak. Mass human death was something he often looked forward to, but he just had to pass this time. "So before you die ole buddy ole pal. I'm going to let you have one last feeling of freedom." The master dug through a pile of weapons he had brought with him to this abandoned warehouse. "Would you rather die by blowtorch or miniature chainsaw? Two weird options I've been wanting to spice up my torture life, you know?"
The Master watched the man's eyes dart back and forth between the two torture items he held in his hands before finally, the Timelord smiled and held them both up. "Well if you can't decide I guess we'll just have to have both!" Quickly getting to work, The Master began to hum an old tune from Gallifreyan nursery school as he lit the blowtorch and started the chainsaw. Beginning at the feet, he moved the blowtorch quickly over the man's skin, listening to the man's muffled screams while nonchalantly counting out loud how many passes until the foot became red---until it blistered up----until it stopped flinching----until he could smell burning flesh. "42. Still not hot enough I think. Let's try the chainsaw." The saw was only about the size of the Master's forearm but each individual tooth on the saw was razor sharp and tipped with a bit of a liquid designed to cause a painful burning sensation when in contact with blood. It was one of his favorite items he had collected over the years. Ready and revving loudly, the Master started moving the saw between the man's legs, slowly proceeding up to the man's privates, cutting in the slightest amount before stopping. "You know I think it's best if you see this bit for yourself." The Master quickly propped the man's head up before pulling off most of the clothes that the man had had on as well. Now that the man was nude the Master grabbed the blowtorch in one hand, chainsaw in the other and began burning and sawing into the man's most sensitive areas. Inner thighs. Crotch. Nipples. Anything that looked like it would cause the man extra pain. It was so good to be back.
Disposing of the body was a worthless endeavor. The police would find it in a week or two he was sure, and without any record of him actually existing, the Master felt completely safe as usual. Bar time it was then. With bars littering almost every street corner he could see, the Master had to walk only a few minutes to a nice pub and grill. Checking himself to make sure there was no visible splattered blood still on him he opened the door to the pub. It wasn't anything special compared to other's he had seen but it was definitely a step-up from most establishments the Master had recently been in. Pool table, Karaoke stage, impressive alcohol selection, a few large T.V.s with the latest games on and even a few patrons that didn't look like scum of the Earth. Definitely an improvement. Plopping down at one of the seats of the bar the Master leaned onto the counter waiting for the bartender. Tonight was a "get drunk as possible" night and he was already looking forward to it.