The Last Great Time War

-For the Historical Competition- The Doctor is forced to fight in The Last Great Time War, with his brother and all the Time Lords, against the hate-driven Daleks who have only one goal.To kill. He becomes a hero, but then an old 'friend' arrives who changes his life forever. Coping with his punishment from a deadly mistake, will the Doctor make the right choice? -my version of who The Doctor who John Hurt plays, and Doctor Who's history -
Historical Fantasy :P


8. Day 43,000.

One hundred years in a cell, really takes its toll. My Father, The Rassilon, decided the worse punishment he could possibly give was to rot in a cell, I didn’t die in there because Time Lords age very slowly. He took my name, stripped me of my promise. I wasn't the Doctor anymore, not as the ninth generation of me anyway. Of course my Father didn’t recognize me as his son, but to be honest, if he did I don’t think it would have made any difference. I had committed genocide, and killed his favourite son. He abominated me.

 A couple of months ago, The Master escaped this prison, and I would bet my life that he took a Tardis and left this world. Coward. Time Lords being the highly intelligent species that we are supposed to be, should have made sure my cell had no weapons discarded outside which were easy enough to reach. My guard, an agitated Time Lord who hated having to look after me, left a weapon there by mistake; he dropped it when he was frantically called to a meeting with the High Council.

My cell was in the centre of hell it’s self. In the last couple of day’s thing got so bad that I was surprised that Gallifrey did not implode or was set alight. Deathsmiths of Goth, Skaro Degradations, Horde of Travesties and the nightmare child walked Gallifrey, the vilest creatures in the universe. Everywhere was hate, fire and death, and the Time Lords were finally losing this battle we had fought so long for.

The Rassilon had proposed the Ultimate Sanction. This was the most desperate thing that any Leader could do. The Ultimate Sanction is where a paradox is created that is so fierce that it would tear the Time Vortex apart and kill everyone in our Galaxy. This would mean the Darleks couldn’t destroy the entire universe. However, instead of killing the Time Lords completely, it would just kill their bodies and allow their soul to live on.

This was their final decision and would happen tomorrow, at exactly 12:00 pm. This, by far, is the worse decision in the world because living as a soul is worse than living in this war, it is worse than dying and worse than becoming a Darlek. It is the worst thing that can ever happen to anyone, ever.

With all my power I was going to stop this from happening. Outside my cell was an old discarded De-mat gun, and I would probably say it was the most powerful gun in the world. The De-mat gun could remove anything from time. Completely annihilate it. But it needed the Great Key of Rassilon, which only Rassilon possessed. He was never going to give me that in a million years. Lucky for me he gave it to his son, The Fighter, who gave it to me, the night I killed him.

It seemed all to simple that I had everything I needed to create The Moment ( a weapon I have created that will Time Lock the Great Time War, killing all the Darleks and monsters in it, as well as the Time Lords to stop the Ultimate Sanction) and I began to think that The Fighter had set this up. He was a lot more intelligent than I gave him credit for, perhaps the greatest Time Lord I have ever known.

So after a hundred years in that cell, I managed to create The Moment. You might be asking me why I didn’t use it there and then. Because that would mean killing myself, and I was unwilling to do that. As selfish as that may seem, if I killed myself then I think my brother’s death would have been a waste.

No, I had to escape first. Deciding that midnight was safest to flee, I easily blasted apart the door and crept towards the Tardis Tower, keeping in the shadows and avoiding the monsters that crawled the streets. Even at this time the battle was still raging, actually at its peak, which for me was better. The more noise and fire the less chance anyone would spot me.

It was still way too easy. The door was unlocked and I scrambled towards a burning blue Tardis, with odd wooden doors. It was perfect. It opened on my touch and I was welcomed inside as if I was an old friend. I had never been in that kind of Tardis before. That one was real. It was bigger on the inside! I walked in with wonder and awe, admiring the luminous green console and the bronze walls shaped like a sphere with hundreds on windows. Wow.

 But there was no more waiting, I had to do it now. No more thinking, no more dawdling.

The Time War would destroy the whole universe if I didn’t do this, I reminded myself. So many innocent lives would be taken, if I left this too late.

Steering the Tardis to a safe difference away from Gallifrey and Skaro, I opened the doors and stood dangerously close to the edge.

One button. It was now or never. I pressed it and watched the tiny golden bullet fall down, down, down, until Bang! An almighty explosion roared and a blinding white light screamed as Gallifrey burned alive and was Time Locked in hell forever. There was no going back.

But I wasn’t safe, I should have known. The rebound from our sun. The Tardis was too close. Ablaze light hit the Tardis and it was on fire and so was I. Dragged into the Time Vortex we went up in flames, and we were crashing. And I was regenerating.

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