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The dark shadows that ran thru my mind, the cold darkness of my consciousness slowly melting away as if taunting me.

I was dying, shit in the heart by the person who was supposed to be my wife. I guess lyes always fall at some point or another.

As my vision wavered I couldn't help but smile ever so weekly.

The Doctor was loosing, sobbing as I slowly bleed out in his arms.

"You will live Master, whether you want to or not." The whisper was distant, but it still sent a chill down my spine. What was he planning?

The sudden heat of regeneration started me, the blurry form of the Doctor swirling with energy, pouring it into me.

'Idiot!' I yelled but no sound came, voice catching in my throat aa the Doctor backed up. He was simply giving me space, I knew that much.

As the pain overtook my mind, I let out a scream of pain, and anger at the man's actions. I was not supposed to be regenerating, I knew it in my heart that this was breaking the rules.

As the heavy burning of changing forms faded, I did the only logical thing I could think of. I marched up to him and slapped his nails digging into his cheek drawing a bit of blood.

"What. Was. That?" I demanded, breathless with pain and rage. "What. Did. You. Do?"

As the Doctor lifted a hand I felt the colour drain from my face. He was holding my laser screwdriver, pointing it at my wife.

"Doctor!" I shouted, but it was too late. I watched -alongside his equally horrified friends- as the Doctor quickly proceded to shoot her in the heart. A human, a mortal human killed by the man who loved them so dearly.

"Oh, my kids." I breathed lightly as Martin- Marsha, the black one- ran to our side, pulling the doctor into an impressive hold.

Jack -he was shockingly easy to remember- wasn't far behind her and I simply surrendered. I was not going to argue after witnessing that, the true dark side of the Doctor.