Chapter Six

At long last I have my brother's murderer in my power, completely at my mercy. It feels so good to see him restrained and helpless. And now I will avenge him at last. I don't believe for one second the alien's lies about him not knowing my brother and what happened to him. He looked him right in the eye when he died at his hands. Even if he has regenerated five times he still oughta remember that and if not…well I'll make him remember by using a little pain and torment. If he won't cooperate after that, then I'll make his pretty little sweetheart scream while he watches. Perhaps that would job his memory. But that'll come later; first I'll allow him the chance to confess. I pick up a large dagger from the table. It had been taken from the corpse of a Gherian fighter who dared to cross me. I killed him and claimed his prized dagger as a trophy and now I intend to use it on my captive.

I turn it back and forth in my hand letting the light above us flash off it showing him its beautiful savagery, trying to scare him so he'll be more inclined to talk. But he doesn't seem fazed by it. Instead he sits there and just stares at me with that same defiant look he's had since I captured him. How I loathe that look. I long to just torture and torment him until it's wiped from his face.

I near closer waving the blade under his nose.

"That supposed to scare me?" he says calmly.

"Oh you'll be scared when I get through with you," I reply.

He snorts at that.

"I've had far worse than a dagger to my flesh, trust me," he says.

"Has Rose?"

His eyes become as hard as steel.

"If I were you, I'd keep away from her," he growls. "Because if you make one mark on her body, I'll put a thousand marks on you in return."

I put the dagger against his cheek but his steely gaze doesn't waver. A smirk forms over his face.

"Still not scared," he said. "I've faced far bigger threats than you, Puss."

I slowly cut his cheek watching as the blood runs down his cheek but he still keeps the same expression.

"Still not scared," he repeats.

"Then I'll do the same to Rose."

"You really don't listen, do ya, Cat Boy? I'll repeat then so you'll be sure to understand. Harming Rose is a very bad idea. I care for her and if she gets so much as a paper cut I will bring out my unpleasant side and unleash it on you. You wanna amuse yourself by carving me up like a Christmas turkey, go ahead. It won't bring your brother back to you."

"But I'll have my revenge on you, Doctor!"

"And then what? What happens after I die? Your brother will still be dead. What happens when you're no longer fed by the need for revenge, hmmm? Because revenge is like a cancer. It slowly consumes you until you spend every waking moment thinking of nothing else. If you kill me then that need will no longer be there and then what will you do? Not to mention I'm still not convinced I'm even the one that killed your brother. I' m not the only blonde haired man in existence and I'm pretty sure I'd remember a cat lizard alien since I remember many other people I've been forced to kill. Are you sure you've got the right bloke?"

I pause, my dagger inches from his face while I consider his words.

"He was you, I'm sure of it!"

"How sure? Did you see my TARDIS?"

"No, I wasn't there."

He raises an eyebrow.

"So how do you know it was me?"

"A trusted friend told me."

He smirks.

"And is this friend available? I'd like to talk to him and find out exactly what he knows."

"No, he's miles away on another planet."

"Can you fetch him and bring him here?"

"I don't know where he is right now."

"So basically, my friend and I were kidnapped, I was tied down and my cheek was cut because you heard a second hand account from a friend that you can't even find. You are going to kill me because of a bunch of hearsay that you didn't even bother to go check out. I don't know how many people you've killed, if you've even killed at all. But I can tell you that you shouldn't take killing someone lightly because each time you do it, it destroys a piece of your soul. So if I were you, I'd make damn sure I had the right person before I did it and kill two innocent people in the pursuit of your little vendetta."

Damn him and his logic. Now I'm no longer sure what to do and he knows it. He has a point though. What if I have been planning revenge on the wrong person all this time? I figure my friend is reliable but even he is capable of making mistakes. And if I wasn't there…

As much as I'd like to continue I can't go on with this. The Doctor may kill people without a second thought but I don't and I wanna be absolutely sure he was the one who did it before he's put to death.

"Very well," I say, laying the knife back on the table. "I will spare your life for the moment while I locate my friend and bring him here but I'm warning you, if you are the one who did it. You will be put right back in this chair."

"And I will go willingly if it really is little ol' me," he says. "But thank you for checking before you continue to torture me because I think you'll find I wasn't the one who did it."

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter under my breath. "Just don't get comfortable in that cell of yours."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

I walk over to the table, pick up a syringe of sedative and inject him. I watch while he drifts off to sleep and when he's unconscious, I free him and carry him back to his cell.