Professor Keller, chapter 5
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scripsiTitle: Professor Keller
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 6/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; mind games.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Alison hesitantly stepped inside the library; she would rather have run away and hidden somewhere. Peter scrambled up to his feet; there was a dazed look on his face, quickly replaced with guilt and shame when he saw her. There was so much she needed to say to him, but not here, not now, but she took his hand and squeezed it and he squeezed back. They stood in front of the Master and it struck her how wrong it was that they should stand there feeling like naughty children and not adults in their own home. The Master leaned back in his armchair, looked them over and noticed their clasped hands which made him raise an eyebrow and smile faintly.
“Well, well, this was somewhat unexpected. But why not, I have felt a bit bored lately. I have told you both that I expect you to obey me or you will be punished. Your wife, Peter, seem to find this very simple concept difficult to grasp. I could do something about it, but I think you should discipline her. It should be interesting to watch.”
There was a startled look on Peter’s face, but then, to Alison’s horror, the dazed look returned. She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened around hers as he turned to her, raising an arm. She involuntary closed her eyes, but the blow never came.
“I can’t hit Alison.”
“Not even if I order you?” The Master sounded more interested than angry, but Peter flinched. Once again several feelings flickered over his features, but then he shook his head.
“No. I can’t.”
“I see. We all have our limits. They can always be stretched, but not tonight. You can leave us, Peter.”
Peter hesitated a fraction of a second and gave Alison an anguished look.
“Don’t go,” she cried, but he gingerly detached his hand from hers and left the room. The Master beckoned to Alison.
“Come here. Kneel for me.”
Alison obeyed, her mouth dry and her heart beating hard. The Master slowly removed his gloves, something she had never seen him do before and somehow the simple gesture seemed more threatening than any overt show of brutality. Then he leaned forward again and placed his fingertips at Alison’s temples. His fingers felt cool, too cool against her skin, his voice a soft purr.
“Look into my eyes and see a little of what I can see. You are nothing. You have no significance in the great scheme of things and the only value you have is what I deign to give you. You should be thankful for my attention, little girl.”
Helplessly she met his eyes, caught by the intensity in his gaze. Alison could feel a pressure mounting from his touch, an icy coldness spreading inside her head, filling her mind with darkness and despair. She was all alone, a paltry scrap of life in an eternity that didn’t care and it hurt and it didn’t stop. The Master laughed and time stood still or went on forever and she would never get away.
She could hear Peter calling her name, as if from a long distance and she slowly realised that she was curled up on the floor, cold and shivering. Peter was kneeling beside her
“Alison, he is gone now. Come back to me, please!”
He helped her sit up, and she leaned against him. Her body felt battered and bruised, but it was the sense of being so empty and wretched that made her tremble.
Peter kissed her face. “Say you are not hurt. Please, Alison. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It is all my fault. Forgive me, I never wanted you to know. I never wanted you to be hurt. Say you forgive me.”
For several minutes she continued to shake, unable to do anything else than to cling to Peter, kneeling together on the carpet. But as soon as she could she straightened so she could see the worry and love on his face. Perhaps there wasn’t much meaning to her life, but if she was important to Peter, then there was something worth living for.
“I will be fine. Just let me rest a little. But Peter, listen to me. Any forgiveness must go both ways. Do you understand me?”
He looked puzzled. “No.”
“Don’t you see? It’s not just you, it’s me too. He has used both of us. I’m sorry too.”
She could see when comprehension dawned on him and knew what he felt, the hurt of betrayal paired with knowing he was not blameless either.
“Oh darling,” he said at last, sounding as helpless as she felt.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. You won’t leave me?”
And Peter whispered “Never” and “I love you” over and over, but Alison could hear that he was crying and then she cried as well.
They stumbled up the stairs, still holding each other and falling into bed still in their clothes. They didn’t speak more, but they continued to cling together in a desperate need to feel safe and protected and they fell asleep like that. Alison woke up in the very early morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. The Professor had nothing to hold over them anymore, but it hardly mattered. His influence on Peter seemed stronger than the one he had ever had on her and what he had done to her in the library… She had no name for what it was, but she thought that if he hadn’t stopped, then her mind would have shattered for good.
As the bleak morning light grew brighter she could only come up with one solution; to flee. She tried to tell herself that it was an extreme measure, absurd even; he was just a man, slighter and shorter than Peter. She shouldn’t feel this afraid, it was not normal. But it didn’t matter, reason might tell her that she was being silly, but everything else told her that the Professor was dangerous and that they needed to get away.
So she slipped out of bed and packed two bags, moving as silently as she could. She didn’t rouse Peter until she had phoned for a cab. He woke up with a start and took in her coat and the bags in alarm.
“You are leaving!”
She sat down beside him on the bed and put her arm around him. “No, we are leaving. Right now. We are going somewhere where he can’t find us.”
Her words made Peter look even more alarmed. “We can’t leave!”
“Yes, we can. We have to go. Do you really think he will leave us alone now? If we stay, he will hurt us even worse, I can feel that. Do you think you will be able to refuse again the next time he tells you to beat me?”
Feeling rather desperate she stood up and pulled up Peter with her. “Look, I have left a note for Maria and I will send a postcard to Janice from the train station. No one else needs to know.”
But Peter dithered. He looked frightened and chilled and Alison was forced play her last card.
“If you don’t come with me, I will go anyway. I will leave you and you’ll never see me again.”
It was a bluff and Alison prayed that Peter wouldn’t realise it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t go without him. If he refused, she would stay, no matter what would happen to them. But to her relief Peter nodded and picked up the suitcases. They were a sorry sight, Alison thought in the car. Peter still in yesterday’s clothes, and she had forgotten to comb her hair. But it was still early morning and most people who moved about looked sleepy and not particularly observant.
Once, in school, she had been on a school trip to a little village in Cornwall. She hadn’t enjoyed it and never been anywhere near the place again, so it was there she had decided that they should go. No one would know where they had gone, and she was sure that no one could figure it out.
She watched Peter as the train left the station. He he looked very unwell, pale and with dark circles underneath in his eyes. She looked down on her hands and realised she must have lost weight. Her wedding bands were loose, and she closed her fist, suddenly afraid that the rings would slip away from her finger. And as they left London she could only think one thing over and over again.
“Is this enough? Will this be enough?”
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Genre: Angst/Horror
Length: Multi-chapter; 6/?
Characters: The Master(Delgado), original characters
Warnings: For this chapter; mind games.
Summary: Alison and Peter Grey are living a charmed life, young, wealthy and in love. Until they meet a professor Keller and they find themselves trapped in a nightmare. Set between Terror of the Autons and The Mind of Evil.
AN: There will be some brief violence in this story, but mostly this is about psychological terror. Though there are both het and slash within the story, neither will be explicit. It will, however, nudging at dubious consent, but not explicit and not violent. As it seems right now, it will also take place off-stage. As the events of this story may be triggering, each chapter will have warnings accordingly.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Alison hesitantly stepped inside the library; she would rather have run away and hidden somewhere. Peter scrambled up to his feet; there was a dazed look on his face, quickly replaced with guilt and shame when he saw her. There was so much she needed to say to him, but not here, not now, but she took his hand and squeezed it and he squeezed back. They stood in front of the Master and it struck her how wrong it was that they should stand there feeling like naughty children and not adults in their own home. The Master leaned back in his armchair, looked them over and noticed their clasped hands which made him raise an eyebrow and smile faintly.
“Well, well, this was somewhat unexpected. But why not, I have felt a bit bored lately. I have told you both that I expect you to obey me or you will be punished. Your wife, Peter, seem to find this very simple concept difficult to grasp. I could do something about it, but I think you should discipline her. It should be interesting to watch.”
There was a startled look on Peter’s face, but then, to Alison’s horror, the dazed look returned. She tried to pull away, but his hand tightened around hers as he turned to her, raising an arm. She involuntary closed her eyes, but the blow never came.
“I can’t hit Alison.”
“Not even if I order you?” The Master sounded more interested than angry, but Peter flinched. Once again several feelings flickered over his features, but then he shook his head.
“No. I can’t.”
“I see. We all have our limits. They can always be stretched, but not tonight. You can leave us, Peter.”
Peter hesitated a fraction of a second and gave Alison an anguished look.
“Don’t go,” she cried, but he gingerly detached his hand from hers and left the room. The Master beckoned to Alison.
“Come here. Kneel for me.”
Alison obeyed, her mouth dry and her heart beating hard. The Master slowly removed his gloves, something she had never seen him do before and somehow the simple gesture seemed more threatening than any overt show of brutality. Then he leaned forward again and placed his fingertips at Alison’s temples. His fingers felt cool, too cool against her skin, his voice a soft purr.
“Look into my eyes and see a little of what I can see. You are nothing. You have no significance in the great scheme of things and the only value you have is what I deign to give you. You should be thankful for my attention, little girl.”
Helplessly she met his eyes, caught by the intensity in his gaze. Alison could feel a pressure mounting from his touch, an icy coldness spreading inside her head, filling her mind with darkness and despair. She was all alone, a paltry scrap of life in an eternity that didn’t care and it hurt and it didn’t stop. The Master laughed and time stood still or went on forever and she would never get away.
She could hear Peter calling her name, as if from a long distance and she slowly realised that she was curled up on the floor, cold and shivering. Peter was kneeling beside her
“Alison, he is gone now. Come back to me, please!”
He helped her sit up, and she leaned against him. Her body felt battered and bruised, but it was the sense of being so empty and wretched that made her tremble.
Peter kissed her face. “Say you are not hurt. Please, Alison. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It is all my fault. Forgive me, I never wanted you to know. I never wanted you to be hurt. Say you forgive me.”
For several minutes she continued to shake, unable to do anything else than to cling to Peter, kneeling together on the carpet. But as soon as she could she straightened so she could see the worry and love on his face. Perhaps there wasn’t much meaning to her life, but if she was important to Peter, then there was something worth living for.
“I will be fine. Just let me rest a little. But Peter, listen to me. Any forgiveness must go both ways. Do you understand me?”
He looked puzzled. “No.”
“Don’t you see? It’s not just you, it’s me too. He has used both of us. I’m sorry too.”
She could see when comprehension dawned on him and knew what he felt, the hurt of betrayal paired with knowing he was not blameless either.
“Oh darling,” he said at last, sounding as helpless as she felt.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much. You won’t leave me?”
And Peter whispered “Never” and “I love you” over and over, but Alison could hear that he was crying and then she cried as well.
They stumbled up the stairs, still holding each other and falling into bed still in their clothes. They didn’t speak more, but they continued to cling together in a desperate need to feel safe and protected and they fell asleep like that. Alison woke up in the very early morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. The Professor had nothing to hold over them anymore, but it hardly mattered. His influence on Peter seemed stronger than the one he had ever had on her and what he had done to her in the library… She had no name for what it was, but she thought that if he hadn’t stopped, then her mind would have shattered for good.
As the bleak morning light grew brighter she could only come up with one solution; to flee. She tried to tell herself that it was an extreme measure, absurd even; he was just a man, slighter and shorter than Peter. She shouldn’t feel this afraid, it was not normal. But it didn’t matter, reason might tell her that she was being silly, but everything else told her that the Professor was dangerous and that they needed to get away.
So she slipped out of bed and packed two bags, moving as silently as she could. She didn’t rouse Peter until she had phoned for a cab. He woke up with a start and took in her coat and the bags in alarm.
“You are leaving!”
She sat down beside him on the bed and put her arm around him. “No, we are leaving. Right now. We are going somewhere where he can’t find us.”
Her words made Peter look even more alarmed. “We can’t leave!”
“Yes, we can. We have to go. Do you really think he will leave us alone now? If we stay, he will hurt us even worse, I can feel that. Do you think you will be able to refuse again the next time he tells you to beat me?”
Feeling rather desperate she stood up and pulled up Peter with her. “Look, I have left a note for Maria and I will send a postcard to Janice from the train station. No one else needs to know.”
But Peter dithered. He looked frightened and chilled and Alison was forced play her last card.
“If you don’t come with me, I will go anyway. I will leave you and you’ll never see me again.”
It was a bluff and Alison prayed that Peter wouldn’t realise it. Whatever happened, she couldn’t go without him. If he refused, she would stay, no matter what would happen to them. But to her relief Peter nodded and picked up the suitcases. They were a sorry sight, Alison thought in the car. Peter still in yesterday’s clothes, and she had forgotten to comb her hair. But it was still early morning and most people who moved about looked sleepy and not particularly observant.
Once, in school, she had been on a school trip to a little village in Cornwall. She hadn’t enjoyed it and never been anywhere near the place again, so it was there she had decided that they should go. No one would know where they had gone, and she was sure that no one could figure it out.
She watched Peter as the train left the station. He he looked very unwell, pale and with dark circles underneath in his eyes. She looked down on her hands and realised she must have lost weight. Her wedding bands were loose, and she closed her fist, suddenly afraid that the rings would slip away from her finger. And as they left London she could only think one thing over and over again.
“Is this enough? Will this be enough?”
