Chapter 1
Eternal darkness
"Whoever struggles with monsters must watch that he does not become a monster. When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Darkness. That's all he ever saw anymore. He was sickened by its pure and constant blandness, and he choked at its thickness. Darkness and pain were his life, clutching him and holding him down, suffocating him like the deepest fires of Hell.
It hadn't always been like that though. There was once color, and laughter and music. It all seemed like an old photograph now, painted in the back of his mind like a forgotten dream.
What brought him into this predicament? Trust. He had trusted the Jedi, he had trusted Qui-Gon, and they betrayed him. They left him there to die in that slave pit of doom, left him to bleed, and burn, until his own tears fell so swiftly that he drowned in them. The mission to Telos should have been a routine one, but it wasn't. It really wasn't.
"Keep moving!" The voice rang out, echoing against the cave walls, but it fell like a whisper on his ears.
The tip of a whip licked his back, sending jolts of pain throughout his body, He had grown use to it though, and when someone grows use to pain enough so that they no longer feel it, you know that hope for their soul is lost.
That was what this boy had lost. His soul was gone forever, and the whip and the blade broke his spirit. The realization that they weren't coming for him, that they would leave him there to die, broke his heart. He was broken, just like a broken circle.
He may have been broken, but he swore to himself that he wouldn't die. No, he wouldn't die. Anger coursed though his body and mind like heroin through an addict's veins. He had too much revenge to seek, and everyone knows that is sweet.
A/N: Short I know, but the next chappie will be longer. Please review!
Eternal darkness
"Whoever struggles with monsters must watch that he does not become a monster. When you stare into an abyss for a long time, the abyss also stares into you." - Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
Darkness. That's all he ever saw anymore. He was sickened by its pure and constant blandness, and he choked at its thickness. Darkness and pain were his life, clutching him and holding him down, suffocating him like the deepest fires of Hell.
It hadn't always been like that though. There was once color, and laughter and music. It all seemed like an old photograph now, painted in the back of his mind like a forgotten dream.
What brought him into this predicament? Trust. He had trusted the Jedi, he had trusted Qui-Gon, and they betrayed him. They left him there to die in that slave pit of doom, left him to bleed, and burn, until his own tears fell so swiftly that he drowned in them. The mission to Telos should have been a routine one, but it wasn't. It really wasn't.
"Keep moving!" The voice rang out, echoing against the cave walls, but it fell like a whisper on his ears.
The tip of a whip licked his back, sending jolts of pain throughout his body, He had grown use to it though, and when someone grows use to pain enough so that they no longer feel it, you know that hope for their soul is lost.
That was what this boy had lost. His soul was gone forever, and the whip and the blade broke his spirit. The realization that they weren't coming for him, that they would leave him there to die, broke his heart. He was broken, just like a broken circle.
He may have been broken, but he swore to himself that he wouldn't die. No, he wouldn't die. Anger coursed though his body and mind like heroin through an addict's veins. He had too much revenge to seek, and everyone knows that is sweet.
A/N: Short I know, but the next chappie will be longer. Please review!