Make me your enemy ((Open)) ((The Beginning of the Replacement Verse))
He looks up, his face placid and his fight writhing inside his veins like no other. No, no this time he was choosing to fight, he was choosing to no walk away, to honor those who had fallen for him to get this far. This time, this time he was going to win it all or die trying. He speaks then, chapped lips moving, jaw tight.
People, beings, they dare oppose him? He was the perfect storm, no one came back from his wrath, from his watchful eye.
"Lookit you hm? Look at all of this, all the bodies and broken bones, the stars that have become nothing but dust in your eyes. Look at it!"
His roar is heard, his brows knit, hands outstretched and clothing nothing but tatters. He looked to be but a simple man, but those who have or had opposed him knew better. He was more.
"No more. I took that oath, I took it and I promised to stand by it. No more blood, no more tears, no more loss and pain and life and death! No more destruction, not when the universe has become like this. Tell me, please just paint me a picture. What exactly were you thinking hm? Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think he would die and that you'd take your winnings and hop on your silly little space ship and shoot your silly little guns at a defenseless planet filled with people? Filled with hopes and dreams, with aspirations and lives?"
He steps over rubble, his original's body a heap on the floor. A time lord struck dead, the last of his kind and it pained him. It pained him because now, now his wrath had no hold, it was no longer held at bay and it would no longer be contained. His voice echoes off rubble and dust settles around his feet, unable to part fast enough to escape the copy's heavy foot steps.
"Well I'm not sorry. I'm not going to apologize, not this time."
Long fingers reach the velvet tie that rests on his collar bone. They tug the fabric, straighten it, smooth it. It's the only control he has now, and his voice booms once more, for all to hear.
"You thought it was the end of it, that he would be the last line of defense, that his fear would win you this small little victory but you've made a mistake, one I'm afraid will cost you more than the loss of a mining planet. Unfortunately for you, for the lot of you... Hello."
He stands straight, shoulders back, eyes coals and hair flittering about.
"I'm the Doctor. I'm the one who they call flesh, I don't have numerous lives, but that, I assure you is bad news on your part. Oh I do wish you'd have somewhere to run, but you see, I've got nothing to lose, nothing, and I have so much to dole out. My journey, thanks to the man, the fighter, the dreamer, the warrior you struck down, it now holds more purpose than you'll ever know."
"Basically, I'm here to end you, and I hope your ready, because I won't stop until your all dead at my feet. Call it my coronation ceremony, hm?"
