The Killing Game

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AN: Hey everyone! We're back! We are so pleased that everyone enjoyed our first short story, Welcome Home Obi-Wan and since it was so popular we decided to write a sequel to it. Thanks again to all our readers and reviewers, we have very much appreciated hearing from you! We do hope everyone enjoys this story just as much, though this is darker than the first one as we see Obi-Wan chasing down a very dangerous criminal. Of course, Qui-Gon will be in it and several other Jedi might be making appearances as well. So stay tuned to see who Obi-Wan meets again! This is just a prologue to the story and hopefully the first chapter will be posted shortly!

Anyway, for those of you just joining us, here is a quick summary of events up to the present. Obi-Wan Kenobi left the Jedi Order as a teenager and never returned, eventually settling down with a wife and children. He has become a very well known and respective detective for their security forces. Meanwhile Qui-Gon was quite bitter about Obi-Wan's leaving for a while, but eventually learned to let it go and even looked for his former apprentice, but never found him. The two never made amends and more than ten years goes by until they meet again. Through a series of events, they finally make amends and become friends.

Now nearly two years later, certain events will bring the two men back together again in a game of deadly intrigue.

Prologue: "Visions of Death"

Qui-Gon's Point of view

"Oh yes, the little wife." I couldn't see a face, only hearing a deep sinister voice from

somewhere in the darkness. "I've been waiting for this."

"Please let me go." The woman's voice was pleading, begging. Somewhere close by young children were crying. "We've done nothing to you, especially my babies. Just don't hurt my babies."

"Mhm...children..." The man's eyes glistened in the darkness. "Maybe I'll kill them after you." The white gleam of a knife sliced through the tension filled air, straight at the woman's throat. Crying out in utter pain, she fell to floor, the children screaming in absolute terror.

Trying to crawl away, blood seeping from her wound to the floor, the woman tried to reach her children. The killer stepped over her, taking a pillow from the couch and easily placed it over her face.

The poor woman tried to fight it off, but the quick loss of blood was making her weak, very weak. "Please..."

"Say goodnight." With that, he pressed the pillow to her face. She fought him for a moment or two before her body started going limp. And somehow, seconds before her light vanished into the infinite light of the Force, I heard a name. "Obi-Wan."

I awoke with a start, sweat drenching me. Diedre. I'd been having this vision on and off for weeks now, but before I hadn't a clue to who this was, until now. Now I could finally do something about it, the Force urging me on.

Rising from bed, I noticed that the gray of predawn was slightly showing through the window. I wasn't about to waste a minute.

"I'm coming with you." Tahl informed me after I described my vision, mere seconds before I was to make a dash for my transport.

I immediately shook my head. "It's too dangerous. There's a madman out there somewhere. I have to warn Obi-Wan."

She gave me a look of complete annoyance. "Qui-Gon, I am a Jedi Master. I can handle it. Besides my hearing is twice as attuned as yours. And, if there is any trouble, I can help Diedre with the young ones."

I stood still for a brief moment, making a quick decision. After all I wasn't that surprised that she wanted to come along. Ever since Obi-Wan and I reconnected nearly two years ago and after keeping somewhat in touch, she had wanted to see him and to meet his family. "Alright. But I'm leaving now."

Tahl gave me a smile. "I had a strange feeling you'd be leaving, so I'm already packed."

I didn't even want to question how she knew that, but just walked toward hers, taking her arm and soon we were on our way to Lycon. I could only hope we weren't too late.