Title: The Agent's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
Series: Valiant Tales
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
I’m the Secret Service Agent who let President Winters be assassinated. Afterwards, I tried to kill Saxon, abiding by my oath to defend the Constitution “against all enemies”.
- Current Mood:
tired
Comments
You capture the Master's brutality, his twisted-psychopath nature, so clearly in an economy of words - we really don't need any more to see it. It's this kind of story, elaborating on the horror that we saw on our screens, that feels so much more right than anything which turns the Doctor-Master relationship into something more than old enemies who are the last two of their species, and which try to turn violence and torture into something sexy. Here, you show violence for exactly what it is: something to repulse the reader - and the person the Master's showing it to.
I don't necessarily disagree with those who postulate a former sexual relationship between the Doctor and the Master, and who see a sexual element in the violence that the Master commits upon/for the Doctor. I don't have it in me to write those kinds of stories, and I don't think the violence can be sexy outside of the Master's twisted perspective.
The only other detail that I wrote about the destruction of Denver -- a sacrifice to the word count -- was that the flames were visible hundred of miles away.
(It's not peculiar to the Master, either; even when they involve my favourite pairings, I avoid other stories where violence is glorified or where sex comes close to rape - they're just not to my taste as a reader).
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Edited at 2008-09-27 05:01 pm (UTC)