I don't own Doctor Who or the Hunger Games. However, I am really proud of the idea. The Companion Games is a game (based off the Hunger Games series), designed by the Master to create a personal Hell for the Doctor. I hope you all get that by now.

I'm still sick, so there's that. I leave for college on September 5th! Which is four days after Doctor Who season seven starts! And I have figured out the ending. Well, correction. Two possible endings! One is happy! One is not. Now which shall I take?

DEAD (9/24):

Howie Spragg – Stabbed; Larry.

Astrid Peth - Strangled; Adam.

Vincent Van Gogh – Decapitated; Toby.

Craig Owens – Bludgeoned; Mickey.

Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson – Mutated Fish; Larry.

Donna Noble – Overheated; Jenny.

Father Octavian – The Scrytan

Abigail Pettigrew – Time.

Rita Karan – "Suicide".

Teams So Far:

Canton and River – At the city

Mickey and Martha – Woods

Adam and Toby – Going Hunting in the Woods!

Rose – Beach All By Herself

Jack and Sally – In the Woods

Jenny and Christina - Canyon

Amy and Rory – At the City

Kazran – Alone in the Forest.

Larry – In a Tree.

The Doctor

Time. It was so slow. It was so painfully slow. Each second burned into his head like a millennium. Yet he was so still. He sat in the corner, his head staring at the screen. He was watching now, willing someone—anyone—to live. But this was war. He saw war first had and he knew that even the survivors of war are dead. No one made it out alive.

They slid the food to him now. They didn't let people in. He learned the girl's life. Thomasina. The one girl who was brave. The one girl who made a tiny little stand against the Master—and he killed her. A small motion to show the cruelty of his ways—and she should have known. Or maybe she did. Maybe she wanted to die. Never speaking, living in silence, losing the one you love—maybe she wanted it to happen.

But Rita. Sweet and bright Rita. Rita—the girl who was dead no matter what. The one who he led to die. He told her to worship—so she did. And she was going to die anyway. But not like that—not by her own hand. Not while she was fighting for something she'd believe in.

He didn't want her to become the martyr.

The Doctor turned his head to the door, staring at the sliding doors with the blank stare. He looked so tired, so old—and so destroyed. In the beginning, they put some green sort of cream upon his face—and now his facial hair was stolen away form his face. The Master claimed that he wanted the Doctor looking clean and free—as though he were still traveling. It was just a painful reminder of the cage that he lived in.

Fifteen were still alive. Fifteen of them were fighting for their lives—and the Doctor was stuck in the room. Even if he made it out there what would he do? Run about and beg them all to calm down? Tell them that he was going to save them? Lie to them? No. He was as useless as ever. He hated himself.

He looked back at the television, watching Toby and Adam talk amongst themselves. The Gamemakers would be bored soon. They'd start the action as soon as they could. It was the cruelty of their ways.

"You know," he croaked out, his eyes narrowing at the television screen, "you already won. You killed them. Made me watch. I'm just wondering where it all went wrong." He wasn't sure if the Master was listening. Maybe he was away and recording this. Maybe he was hanging onto every word. But now, the Doctor was just talking. The need to speak. The need to say something.

"We seemed to be on good terms. You saved Earth. I was grateful. I missed you. Then I died. I died and you got to live. Rubbish, isn't it?" he thought about his old body. The long sideburns, the wild and running, the way the word "well" rolled off his tongue. But even still, he did die. He died and now he was a new man. He was born once more.

"But you? You have it all. You have a society. You have structure and people who will even watch such a messed up show. You could have been happy. Maybe find a girl, try to have a family. Or you could have just locked yourself away once more. Be human and not have to think about the burden of Time Lords. You could have been so happy here," the Doctor muttered, thinking it over. He would have liked that. He maybe have just faded away from this world.

No. He would have never done that. But he could have.

There was a silence as the screen panned over to a few sleeping people. The Doctor watched with the sad and hardened expression, mulling over what could have been done. What he might do. He could never give up. Not when he was useless.

The intercom came back on, giving the soft white noise into the air. After a moment the Master replied back in a very calm voice. "I am the perfect soldier. This is what is expected of me. But you're the Doctor. You're supposed to be the healer. But you don't realize the wake you cause. You go around and joke and look at pretty things while the rest of the universe is forced to deal with the death you leave behind. You need to be taught this lesson and then you'll be free to do whatever. This is my final stand, Doctor. When will yours be?"

And then the intercom shut off and the hollow feeling of self-hatred burned into the Doctor. He knew of the path he left behind. He knew the hell. But the only way he found that he could move through the day without killing himself was to run around and see pretty things.

But he was right.

He looked up to the screen and saw the face. He saw the recap that the Master was broadcasting to the people. It showed Rita slicing her throat with a knife. Nothing more. No Thomasina. No home video. No showing her last stand.

The Doctor leaned his head down and a new emotion took hold.

Anger.

He jumped to his feet, throwing himself at the door and slamming his shoulder into it. Pain echoed through his body. He threw himself at the door again, shouting at the top of his lungs the same thing. "Let them go!" He pounded his hands on the door and kicked it as hard as he could. He repeated throwing himself at the door and shouting until his body just shut down.

He slammed himself against the door once more, begging for even the slightest of breaks to happen. The door held up. The Doctor leaned his forehead against the door and the anger melted to just pain. Pain in his heart, pain in his head, pain in his body. Everything hurt.

The old man leaned his forehead against he door and started silently crying.

He was broken.

He was so alone.

When helplessness dies, anger takes hold. The pacifists will rise up and fight when love beckons them. They will always fight to protect their loved ones. Because that's what love it. It's throwing yourself against a steel door time and time again because the people you love are dying in front of you. It's beginning to despise the only one of your kind left because the monster inside of you wants revenge. It's the love of that same man that prevents you from ultimately killing them. It's the love that keeps you safe, and the love that gets you killed. It's watching love die that creates loneliness and leaves broken things in it's wake..

And the Doctor was broken.

Wow. Can you smell the angst? I went into what I call "The Kick". It's when I'm tired and listening to very angst-y music that these chapters happen. This chapter was needed just to update you on what was happening. I also wrote this the same night as I wrote part two of Toby and Adam.

I know some of you may think that the Doctor would never get this violent and angry. But I just feel like he would have a breaking point. I mean, if it were me and I watched all of these people that I loved just die and I could do nothing—I think that there'd be anger. Especially from him. The man who is soaked in the blood of galaxies. I think he'd be angry.

I'm still sick. Still angst-y now. And it's the same day I wrote the last chapter and it's 1 AM and I'm so exhausted. You guys don't want to hear all of this. I just want to whine!

DEAD (9/24):

Howie Spragg – Stabbed; Larry.

Astrid Peth - Strangled; Adam.

Vincent Van Gogh – Decapitated; Toby.

Craig Owens – Bludgeoned; Mickey.

Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson – Mutated Fish; Larry.

Donna Noble – Overheated; Jenny.

Father Octavian – The Scrytan

Abigail Pettigrew – Time.

Rita Karan – "Suicide".

Teams So Far (15/24):

Canton and River – At the city

Mickey and Martha – Woods

Adam and Toby – Going Hunting in the Woods!

Rose – Beach All By Herself

Jack and Sally – In the Woods

Jenny and Christina - Canyon

Amy and Rory – At the City

Kazran – Alone in the Forest.

Larry – In a Tree.

Thank you for reading. I'm sorry this chapter wasn't exciting. But I do have the next few chapters lined up! Main people die! Yay! No more killing around the bush! I'm actually really sad about what has to happen. Okay, no big deal!

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I'm sorry for the – TWO IN ONE DAY RATHER THAN ME RATIONING BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT'S WRONG TO HOLD THINGS FROM YOU PEOPLE WHO I ADORE SO MUCH. THANK YOU.