*Dead side*
my name was Oris D'jangh, and Once…I was Jedi.
Now…..
I am dead, dead and angry…..very angry!
The purge came to the temple….the new lord Vader lead troopers to our very doors.
We never stood a chance…Vader, glowed with the dark side….left it in his wake.
I am sure that evil still roams the crumbling halls of the temple.
My master, master serene fought with the fierce pride of the warrior she was born to be.
But against Vader and the dark side….
I still can see her being dissected..
skywalker then turned his cold eyes on me….he didn't waste any of the force on me…straight in with his saber, through my heart.
I died.
Something woke me…a scream…a child's scream.
Face down in the great hall where Vader had left me.
I pulled myself up, slowly…pain fired along my chest…every breath felt like razors in my lungs.
Sandpaper encases my brain, a dull thudding sound racked my chest…just above…a hole?
hands reach for the hole…burnt flesh encircles a passage that went all the way through my chest…out my back….inches from my heart….the saber cauterized the wound.
this wasn't right….
I-I'm...suppose to be dead, I have a frigging hole in my chest!
The screams echo both inside and outside my head….the force is also screaming.
Even the force does not feel right…before it felt warm…a carefree haze.
Now, it boiled….hot and icy at the same time…where it only whispered, now it raged with venom.
It slithered tightly around me…binding me in angry coils….the dead…I could hear the Jedi cry out….
"kill them all!" a cold viscous voice snaps from behind me, I turn to find a knight laying against a wall. his legs are bent the wrong way, saber burns were his left arm and lung would have been.
His flesh was cold, long since dead…how…..did I hear him talk?
His hand shot out catching me in a grip of iron, cold eyes locked with mine.
"Stray not...into the dark side Jedi…" a rasping sound from his shattered lungs as it fell back against the wall…dead and unmoving.
"What the hell?"
I sprawled away from the dead master…my mind rebels at what just happen.
The dead do not talk…sure Jedi move from the living to the force.
But they sure as hell do not use dead flesh to talk with the living…what the hell happen to the sparkly ghost shit?
As I enter the youngling's dorm I can feel a cold weight descend on me, icy fingers play up and down my spine. Their voices still hang in the air…"what is happening?" "where is master gaffes?"
My knees buckle
"Troopers, troopers are storming the temple!"
I feel their fear…
"anakin…." The snap hiss of a saber igniting…
I feel them die…
A small anger takes hold of me as I relive their death.
"kill them all!"
The cold, empty eyes of hundreds of dead jedi star at me.
I feel their hate, it burns into my soul…becoming my hate…my anger…
"I will killed them all….i swear it!"
My fear is gone, replaced with a hot calm. I rise from the floor not has a jedi, I could never again call myself that…not after what I am to become.
A cold grip in the force….needles of power ran through my spine….troopers coming.
a wave of anger rising in me….a dark need was building inside me.
Heavy boots against cold marble, I center myself.
I felt the troopers before i saw them, 10 heavily armed, and armored.
how I hated them…I felt the hate in my core….let it grow…let it feed on my anger….
Is- this the dark side, if so…I welcome it.
The troopers raised their weapons…the rage pent up in me surge forward…up, out through my lungs.
I released it in a scream of hate….the force shot out in a wave of fire.
It boils and seethes a burning burst of force born hate.
The trooper's flesh melt within the armor, internal organs burst.
"death will not come quickly for any of you!" my voice is raw hate.
"kill them, make them pay!" the icy force screams, daggers embed me brain.
A blaster bolt slammed into my shoulder…hot, wet…and pain.
My hand reacted before I did.
The force pulled at the trooper, lifting him up, I used my other hand…pulled hard.
The sound of ripping flesh, bone and flesh.
I felt a smile creepy along my face as his right leg fell into the dirty floor.
I Licked my lips as I watched his blood splatter, lifting him up higher…so all his friends could see him.
I reached inside him with the force…felt what I was looking for and pulled slowly…enjoying the wet crunching sound of his brains being ripped out through his eye sockets…..his screams…made my heart dance.
It was weird, a strange silence…as the shocked troopers stared at what was left of their commander.
The shock didn't last long…
"fire!"
Their blaster bolts slammed into me…rage and pain ripped through me.
The force reached out….searching for something.
Then I heard them…the sound of sabers igniting. I looked up to see 5 sabers, taken from the dead knights….all dancing around me, deflecting the bolts away.
Did… I do this…or is force working it's will through me?
I stepped forward, with the force I grabbed the first trooper within reach….dig nails into his flesh and pulled…I felt his neck stretching….his flesh tighten then rip…at the sight of his blood I pulled harder…his screams just feed my lust for his blood…to feel it…see its crimson stain my flesh…my robes soaked in his blood.
I gave a roar, all the anger I had behind it…his head tore free from his body….his blood spurting like a fountain…soaking me to the bone…..I reached for the next trooper…..
A few minutes later all ten trooper lay mangled around me, I am drenched in gore and blood.
The force is razor blades and needles, I let out a howl of pain, and rage.
Fall forward into the filth and rotted bodies.
The force whispers darkly in my mind…the voices of the dead Jedi become a silent chant, a one word drone.
"BLOOD"
I roll over breathing hard.
"BLOOD"
Can't think…..
"BLOOD"
I feel it start low, not sure where it is coming from at first….
"BLOOD"
I realize with dread that it is me….
"BLOOD"
It's my voice.
"BLOOD"
What the hell is happen to me?
more to come...