Slice ('Blade' entry)
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who_contestTitle: 'Slice'
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, Introspection, Horror
Word Count: 407
Pairings or Characters: The Master (Academy Era)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mild psychological horror
Summary: From you, all I wish is simple understanding. That's all I ask. I can't take your pity.
I think they think I'm insane. Most of the time, I have a feeling that they might be right about me.
On bad days...I know they're right.
The madness carves at me, knifelike. A thousand blades scoring my brain, slashing at my flesh from beneath the skin. Threatening to force its way to the surface.
Sometimes...sometimes it succeeds...
I see the looks in their eyes when I pass by. At first, they tried to hide it. But now they show it openly, as though they know that I know it's there.
I see their fear.
Their fear doesn't trouble me. It doesn't keep me awake at night. What keeps me awake is the fact that I'm starting to enjoy that fear. I'm beginning to relish it. I have the strongest urge to cultivate it, to encourage it to grow. Until it puts forth the most exquisite blooms of sheer terror.
I'm half-afraid of what I'm becoming, even as I ache for it. Something in my soul wants to shatter before their eyes, mad laughter bubbling up from this darkness that tries to bleed me dry.
Something deep within me wants to show them all...force them to see what I'm fighting so hard to contain. Something wants to sever all ties to anything resembling sanity.
You trust me, though, don't you? You don't fear me as they do.
Do you?
Please...tell me that you, of all people, still trust me.
Can't you hear me screaming, begging for your help?
Can't you see these wounds of mine, gaping and raw?
Don't--please don't--don't look at me with pity in your eyes. From them, I could almost endure pity. But from you...
Your pity would be my poison. I think it would destroy whatever remains of who I was before. Would rip to shreds whatever's good in me. If anything good was ever there, to begin with.
From you, all I wish is simple understanding. That's all I ask. I can't take your pity.
Your pity would slice through me, cut me to the quick. Leave my soul exposed to the mercilessness of the elements.
Hear me. See me reaching out for you. Try to understand me.
Please. I need you to understand me. For no one else ever could.
If you won't give me your understanding...
...then I will take your fear...
...I shall be the scalpel that slices you to ribbons...
...and you will know no mercy from me...
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, Introspection, Horror
Word Count: 407
Pairings or Characters: The Master (Academy Era)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Mild psychological horror
Summary: From you, all I wish is simple understanding. That's all I ask. I can't take your pity.
I think they think I'm insane. Most of the time, I have a feeling that they might be right about me.
On bad days...I know they're right.
The madness carves at me, knifelike. A thousand blades scoring my brain, slashing at my flesh from beneath the skin. Threatening to force its way to the surface.
Sometimes...sometimes it succeeds...
I see the looks in their eyes when I pass by. At first, they tried to hide it. But now they show it openly, as though they know that I know it's there.
I see their fear.
Their fear doesn't trouble me. It doesn't keep me awake at night. What keeps me awake is the fact that I'm starting to enjoy that fear. I'm beginning to relish it. I have the strongest urge to cultivate it, to encourage it to grow. Until it puts forth the most exquisite blooms of sheer terror.
I'm half-afraid of what I'm becoming, even as I ache for it. Something in my soul wants to shatter before their eyes, mad laughter bubbling up from this darkness that tries to bleed me dry.
Something deep within me wants to show them all...force them to see what I'm fighting so hard to contain. Something wants to sever all ties to anything resembling sanity.
You trust me, though, don't you? You don't fear me as they do.
Do you?
Please...tell me that you, of all people, still trust me.
Can't you hear me screaming, begging for your help?
Can't you see these wounds of mine, gaping and raw?
Don't--please don't--don't look at me with pity in your eyes. From them, I could almost endure pity. But from you...
Your pity would be my poison. I think it would destroy whatever remains of who I was before. Would rip to shreds whatever's good in me. If anything good was ever there, to begin with.
From you, all I wish is simple understanding. That's all I ask. I can't take your pity.
Your pity would slice through me, cut me to the quick. Leave my soul exposed to the mercilessness of the elements.
Hear me. See me reaching out for you. Try to understand me.
Please. I need you to understand me. For no one else ever could.
If you won't give me your understanding...
...then I will take your fear...
...I shall be the scalpel that slices you to ribbons...
...and you will know no mercy from me...
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Date: 2015-05-19 10:23 am (UTC)But I suspect that the Doctor do understand, regardless what the Master think. He just don't agree with him.
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Date: 2015-05-26 02:28 pm (UTC)You can always create something beautiful out of something so dangerous and broken. Thanks so much for this, I loved it so much!
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Date: 2015-06-08 02:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
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