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   The Tandets led the two Time Lords through the thick jungle, stopping occasionally to point out pitfalls and rope-snares that had recently been reset; this was obviously the tribe's hunting party. While the Doctor smiled happily like a child on a class field trip, the Master brooded silently. He remembered dealing with these people before, and despite their lack of modern technology the Tandets were a warrior race to be reckoned with. It was part of what had drawn him to them in the first place, all those years ago.
   At last the group reached a clearing. Zuertenu gave a call, and what sounded like ten or so cheerful voices answered. They walked forwards into what appeared to be the center of the village. A green river could be seen gurgling through on one side, four-armed Tandet women busily washing clothes, combing hair, bathing, and chasing after their screaming children. The Master's jaw clenched- if he lost control here, he could wipe out every single one of them, never realizing what he'd done until every last drop of blood had been spilled on the moist ground.
   He shuddered at the thought, and the Doctor shot him a concerned glance. The Master shook his head slightly, and the other man resumed watching the villagers; the last thing they needed was for the true escape artist to get distracted. He had seen what those long spears could do, and was not up for another demonstration right now.
   At the far end of the complex was their destination: a vast stone pyramid, covered with luscious green vines and brightly painted motifs of various Tandet gods and goddesses. And, right in the middle, there was his spiky-haired Doctor, Doktarna, his eyes fierce and deadly as if he disapproved of their arrival. A great marble slab rested at the temple's base, but it was still a good five feet higher than the ground on which they stood. At one point it may have been white, but time, grime, and hundreds of sacrifices had stained it rust red.
   Before they'd left their landing location, the Master had ordered several of the men to tow the Tardis behind them using a simple cart system usually used for bringing home the day's hunt. He'd claimed that for the ceremony to work properly and their immortal souls to be freed, the two gods had to be burnt in a pyre with their blue temple. The natives had happily agreed with his request.
   The Master directed the men to place the Tardis about ten feet from the sacrificial slab; an easy enough distance to run with several (literally) well-armed locals chasing them. Worst case scenario, at least one of them would regenerate, hopefully scaring away enough of the less-loyal Tandets to escape.
   Zuertenu left the two gods and their wardens to ascend the pyramid's sharply angled steps and returned a few minutes later holding an intricate gold box. He placed it at the head of the slab, opened it, and held the rather large gilded dagger it had contained aloft. Leaning forward, the Master glimpsed another, much simpler blade inside the box as well. He started towards it, but two sets of strong arms held him back. The Master turned to glare at his captors, who backed off under the sheer iciness of his gaze. Raising a hand imperiously (a gesture he'd gotten very good at), the Master accepted the proffered stone knife and stood before the still restrained Doctor.
   "Mor tandre, Tandet ona! Mei kraus Masterna, nur Doktarna. Ju drayt Zuertenu mei nur Doktarna rabur, nur jiingaro murte quing; grebantu renh!" The warriors cheered, and the women who had come to watch the spectacle clapped appreciatively. The Doctor saw the Master smirk with a little of his old deviousness, but there was fear in his eyes. He looked up at the Doctor with a sad smile. The Doctor stiffened.
   "What did you say?" The Master tried to shrug nonchalantly, but he was too nervous and it came off as a little jerky.
   "I'm going first. Their ceremonies always require stabbing both sides of the chest, so chances are I won't et the chance to regenerate. I'll try, though; it should distract them long enough for you to take the Tardis and go. Don't look back and don't try to stop me- god or not, they'll kill you without a second thought. Here," he handed the plain dagger to the Doctor who stared at it as if it would bite him, tears running down his cheeks. "I'm not sure how much of  fight they'll put up as you leave. Take this, just in case."
   "No, Master I- I only just got you back... Now you're being taken away from me. Again. You- You can't do this! Leave me instead, the Tardis will understand, but go!" The Master shook his head.
   "Sorry Doctor, but that's not gonna happen. The Freak- Jack was right; I need to pay for what I've done, and saving you seems to be the only way I've got left. Thank you for believing in me." He laughed. "I know I would've given up on me ages ago." The Doctor tried to reach out for him as he laid down on the slab, Zuertenu's knife poised above his left heart. "Goodbye... Theta."
Here's Part Four of the Series. Ooh cliff-hanger! I will not post the rest of this until I get at least 5 votes for Slash/No-Slash in the next chapter. And trust me, I really really want to, so comment ASAP, okay? Also the next part, if nothing else, will have violence and the word "blood" at least three times. None of the other segments have had warnings, but Four-Point-Five will.

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