[ CW ] `` I 've shot Kennedy 100 times so far . In fact , I 've become quite good at it . ''

When you sign up to be a time traveller, you sort of sign up to die. Not in the literal sense, metaphorically. 
 
 Once you travel through time the deed is done. You're immortal. That's why the contract you sign into has no closing date, you're not going to die through conventional means. 
 
 At first we all thought it was fantastic, travelling through time and seeing the universe. Travelling through space and time at will, fighting in wars, seeing historic events, heck creating them. There was quite a crowd of us at the start and thousands of years passed as we danced through time and explored the different timelines we created as we tweaked history throughout galaxies and worlds. 
 
 But things started to change. As we became more powerful, as our time machines became more advanced, our tools upgraded to the state of near magical, so too did our minds change. Some of us became addicted to the same events. Travelling back and forth until forced off them or until their minds shattered, leaving us drifting. Some of us became obsessed with trying to right every wrong, sow good and remove evil. But hundreds of years of crime fighting can drive you to desperation, and so more of us fell to prevent galaxy wide genocides. 
 
 Eventually it became a battle between those entrusted with the power of time travel. Chasing each other across skewered timelines and across planets we edited and changed as we went, often returning dozens of times to the same singular event to ensure things went as planned. 
 
 See people talk about the Butterfly effect but in reality it's not that simple. The universe is very good at ignoring small variables, in fact a friend... Well... Someone who used to be my friend, became intrigued by how much could change without seriously affecting the current timeline. Killing off thousands of people, entire forest of animals and more simply to find pleasure in a certain war STILL breaking out. 
 
 I've shot Kennedy 100 times so far. In fact, I've become quite good at it. I used to feel sad gunning him down in such a fashion, deliberately twisting events to force reality to shift and walk down a particular road. But now I know it's necessary. 
 
 It was only as I set the gun to disintegrate I heard a noise and a familiar hum. 
 
 `` It's been you all this time? Rewriting History back to what it was?'' 
 
 I recognised the voice. I knew what was being pointed at my simply by the sound and the strange light gleaming off the fading plasma particles. 
 
 `` I'm trying to limit the damage. We were supposed to be Time Lords who-'' 
 
 `` I'm well aware. I've been thinking and as much as I hate to admit it this escapade needs to end. We've all become so self obsessed... Do you know how many of us are left?'' 
 
 `` Less than half a dozen last I heard...'' I picked up the courage to turn and face my opponent. He stood, arm outstretched with the red light shining directly at me. 
 
 We stood facing each other for a long time until he dropped his arm. 
 
 He nodded `` Doctor'' 
 
 I nodded `` Doctor'' 
 
 And with that we parted. 
 
 Maybe the Time Lords wo n't pass into extinction after all.
