He walked down the dimly-lit hallway. Other students quickly getting out of his way. He dared them to look up, to meet his stone-set gaze. The others knew, as he knows, that to do this would surely meet their death. None of the other students can kill him, and only few of the Masters can still claim this privilege. All was quiet, no one wanting to disturb the best. It was commonly known that he hates the others. Hates their sound, their look, and above all: their lack in skill. Suddenly, a voice rang the air. A voice that should have kept quiet, but did not know how to. "Darth Mortis," the little Padawan spoke, "I challenge you to a duel!" Slowly he turned. His lifeless expression creeping to that which only the sane of mind could describe as a smirk. His words echoed out, emotionless: "So be it." The youngling ignited his lightsaber, the blade casting a cold blue light along the walls, and held it in a defensive stance. Darth Mortis used the Force and ripped his opponent's lightsaber right out of his hand, flinging it behind Darth Mortis' back where the Padawan would not be able to get at it. The insignificant Force-user crept backwards, hoping that his life may be spared. The cruel Darth picked up the little Jedi with his right hand, choking him in the process, and started to electrocute him with his left. After he had his fun, Mortis sent the Padawan in the same direction his lightsaber went, though he wasn't as lucky. He hit a wall face first and crumpled to the ground. Darth Mortis lazily walked over to the boy, and started to crush him with his heavy boots; pushing on his lungs with his force, and the Force itself. It did not take long. As the boy lay there, dead, Darth Mortis continued on his way, nobody else daring to stop him.