My Darkness
Rating: R
by Meg Kenobi (jedixphile@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I certainly don't own Luke Skywalker. Kindly don't sue me, thank you.
Note: Luke has been institutionalized for paranoid scizophrenia, so bits of this may be a bit incoherant, due to the stream of consciousness style I am going for. I'm trying to be a bit edgy, so bear with me.
My Darkness
It's never quiet. Not even in the dead of night. Everywhere there is sound; screaming, sobbing, incesant ranting. I'm not crazy like them; don't you understand? I am trapped. They keep me locked in here, strapped down at all hours. The needle is still taped in place, slowly dripping in the drugs. Enough to keep me still, enough to keep me quiet. Enough to keep me from physical escape but not enough for mental release.
They say its for my own good, for the galaxy's good, but I know what's really going on.
Leia can't hear you, she can't hear you. When she and Han come in, and sit in your cramped little office, she doesn't hear what you really say. They come so often, to hear the lies and see poor, broken little brother, but they never really listen. If they did, they would hear what I hear. You whispers to me.
"We found you, Luke, and we'll take you with us. You haven't seen the power of the Darkside, but you will now. because we have you, Luke, and we'll never let you go."
And they won't. But Leia and Han hear the lies. I hear them, too, but I dismiss them.
"He isn't responding well to this medication, but we've just caught wind of a new drug. I think it may change everything for your brother."
She dries her eyes and hiccups a little sob. It is then I hate you most. If there were any way out of this drug-induced slumber, anyway out of these restraints, I'd kill you. I want to hurt you, to see you bleed. You calls her in, feed her lies, build up her hopes, then crushes her. How could you hurt her? They say I am sick. And while I know the things you really think, and I know your true plans, it pains me, too, for somewhere within I am a fool, for your words give me hope too.
*****
Why are you contradicting yourself again? You come talk to me; to barb me.
"There's no such thing as evil, Luke, " you whiser, your voice too level, too gentle.
"You are not evil, not by far. And your sister isn't evil, for certain. Dear Luke, you don't understand. Not even your father was evil, and you know that. He did bad things, yes, but that does not make him evil. Your father was profoundly ill, probably in the same way you are. It runs in families, you know. Of all your fears, your fear of being like your father is the most grounded. But we can help you, Luke, if you are ready. And understand that I do not believe for one moment that deeds can show that a human is evil. Do you understand, Luke?"
But you misunderstand what happened. I would have never hurt her if I didn't have too. I pulled my saber, yes. And I hit her. Hard. But you were after her. After my sister. The darkness was in her since birth. You keep me in here to, as you say, protect the galaxy. But for the good of the galaxy, she has to die. She has to die. The Darkness is evil, and you have to kill her to kill the Darkness. Why did you stop me?
This ends Chapter One. Where do we go from here? Time and reviews will only tell.
Rating: R
by Meg Kenobi (jedixphile@aol.com)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I certainly don't own Luke Skywalker. Kindly don't sue me, thank you.
Note: Luke has been institutionalized for paranoid scizophrenia, so bits of this may be a bit incoherant, due to the stream of consciousness style I am going for. I'm trying to be a bit edgy, so bear with me.
My Darkness
It's never quiet. Not even in the dead of night. Everywhere there is sound; screaming, sobbing, incesant ranting. I'm not crazy like them; don't you understand? I am trapped. They keep me locked in here, strapped down at all hours. The needle is still taped in place, slowly dripping in the drugs. Enough to keep me still, enough to keep me quiet. Enough to keep me from physical escape but not enough for mental release.
They say its for my own good, for the galaxy's good, but I know what's really going on.
Leia can't hear you, she can't hear you. When she and Han come in, and sit in your cramped little office, she doesn't hear what you really say. They come so often, to hear the lies and see poor, broken little brother, but they never really listen. If they did, they would hear what I hear. You whispers to me.
"We found you, Luke, and we'll take you with us. You haven't seen the power of the Darkside, but you will now. because we have you, Luke, and we'll never let you go."
And they won't. But Leia and Han hear the lies. I hear them, too, but I dismiss them.
"He isn't responding well to this medication, but we've just caught wind of a new drug. I think it may change everything for your brother."
She dries her eyes and hiccups a little sob. It is then I hate you most. If there were any way out of this drug-induced slumber, anyway out of these restraints, I'd kill you. I want to hurt you, to see you bleed. You calls her in, feed her lies, build up her hopes, then crushes her. How could you hurt her? They say I am sick. And while I know the things you really think, and I know your true plans, it pains me, too, for somewhere within I am a fool, for your words give me hope too.
*****
Why are you contradicting yourself again? You come talk to me; to barb me.
"There's no such thing as evil, Luke, " you whiser, your voice too level, too gentle.
"You are not evil, not by far. And your sister isn't evil, for certain. Dear Luke, you don't understand. Not even your father was evil, and you know that. He did bad things, yes, but that does not make him evil. Your father was profoundly ill, probably in the same way you are. It runs in families, you know. Of all your fears, your fear of being like your father is the most grounded. But we can help you, Luke, if you are ready. And understand that I do not believe for one moment that deeds can show that a human is evil. Do you understand, Luke?"
But you misunderstand what happened. I would have never hurt her if I didn't have too. I pulled my saber, yes. And I hit her. Hard. But you were after her. After my sister. The darkness was in her since birth. You keep me in here to, as you say, protect the galaxy. But for the good of the galaxy, she has to die. She has to die. The Darkness is evil, and you have to kill her to kill the Darkness. Why did you stop me?
This ends Chapter One. Where do we go from here? Time and reviews will only tell.