The Weeping Angel
What is up everyone on ? Jedimasterroyal here dropping in with another small multi-chap fic. I'm hispanic and I love the lore of mythical stories from Latin America. This story is influenced very much by the character known as La Llorona and I guess since the time between Ep III and Ep IV is a huge question mark, I only saw fit to delve into this world. So I hope you like it.
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by the way when I wrote this I envisioned something really scary so this is labeled under horror, although I'm sure many of you will find even scarier fics or things out there but what I wanted to propose was if THERE'S ANYONE OUT THERE who is endowed with artistic abilities that can make me a cool cover for this fic, I will totally appreciate it and LOVE U IMMENSELY. Plus ur art will go down in fanfic history along with this super awesome story.
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without further ado…
CH 1
Rumor has it that Senator Bail Organa was going nuts during his final years of life. His staff many a times had found him speaking to himself. They say that when the Emperor had heard this he cackled in delight, happy that the alleged leader of the Rebellion was weak and crazy. Yet nobody would know that Bail Organa did not have a loose wire but rather being visited, by what lore makers called, the Weeping Angel.
The first time Bail met the Weeping Angel, was a year after the creation of the Empire. It was the first "Empire Day" to be celebrated but Bail was not back in Coruscant for the festivities. He was back to resume his senatorial duties. He had taken a year's leave after the Empire was created to attend to his 'newly born daughter.' The Emperor was happy to allow such an absence.
Now Bail returned, his heart saddened to leave his wife and child behind, but emblazoned with a fuel, nonetheless, to continue his inside work for the growing rebellion he had managed to create from the comfort of his home. All of Alderaan was in the loop, so Bail had to work hard to protect the futures of his people and his family.
Sighing, Bail sat down and took in the view of his new office. Having arrived a week ago, he was surprised to find that his old office had been taken up by the representative of Malastare. Seeing as there was nothing he could do of the situation, he talked to Mas Ammeda. Apparently, there had been only two offices available, one of them belonging to his deceased friend, Padme Amidala. So he chose that one. It was very big , enough to suit his staff and it was nice to think that the room would inspire him to continue the work his friend had started.
Now here he was. He finished placing the last of his things on the desk. There was one final thing to do here.
Today was also a special day for his baby girl. He turned on the comm channel and signaled Breha in Aldera. Soon enough the blue hues of the hologram opened up revealing his wife and their child in her arms.
"Where's my birthday girl?" Bail said smiling.
"Oh Bail, she's been crying the whole week. She misses you. I miss you."
Tears sprang to his eyes but he wiped them away. "I miss you both, as well. I'm all set up here. I have to do what must be done."
"Well thank the Force everything is alright. I hate to leave you so shortly but its awfully late here and Leia is restless. I'll comm you tomorrow?" Breha said.
"Blast! I forgot about the time. Yes, my love we'll talk tomorrow. Kiss Leia goodnight for me."
Breha blew him a kiss and the message blipped away. He would miss them but he had decided that was the only way to keep Leia safe. He had made a vow to Padme and the Jedi, he was not going to break it.
He opened up the Holonet to check his mail before leaving. If there was one thing he was sure of, the job of and Imperial Senator/Rebel Leader ensured nights of no sleep. His holonet mailbox opened up and already he was flooded with messages and alerts. Sighing and rubbing his temple he opened up the first one and began to read. It was most definitely going to be a long night.
He had lost count on which correspondence he was reading when his eyes began to cross and drowsiness seeped in. He was tired and so he laid his head on the desk.
Suddenly in the verge of entering his dream world, from far away, came a distant moaning, "Myyy chilllllldreeennnn….where…are….my….children?" The groans continued until they grew louder and closer.
"Where….are…my…children?" someone screeched into his ears.
With a stratled gasp, Bail shot up sharply. His hand instinctively when to the blaster under his desk. He looked left and right, but found no one with him inside his office. He sighed only to jump when a loud explosion sounded behind him. The senator turned quickly and his eyes found only the bright beautiful colors of the fireworks that commemorated the Empire Day night ceremony. Bail slumped against the glass wall. It certainly had been a long year and occasionally he wondered if he bit off more than he could chew. He wondered if the past events were turning him mad. This was one of those moments.
He reached into his left pocket and fingered the flask he brought from home that held the best Alderanian whiskey. Bail was no drunk, only a connoisseur of fine drinks but hell did he want to forget many things tonight. He took a large gulp and as the sizzle of the whiskey consumed him, he closed his eyes to forget lost battles and lost friends. His forehead made contact with the cold glass and he lamented.
"Bail!"
….his drunkenness was surely getting the best of him.
A cold breath licked the shell of his ear.
"Ohhhhhh….where….are…my…children?"
The flask clanked to the floor, its content spilling over his loafers. The reflection on the glass revealing the one person he never expected to see again. A friend lost not so long ago.
But no, it could not be. She was dead and this…this Padme Amidala was deformed. Her hair was in a wild disarray floating all around her. Her skin was not its creamy composure but rather a starchy pale white. Her mouth was parted and he could see the sharpness of her teeth, something that had not existed before. Her eyes, were no longer the warm chocolate pools he knew but rather lakes of crimson red that resembled blood. Nonetheless, she was horrifyingly beautiful.
All this he analyzed from the reflection of the glass and only for the briefest of seconds. He turned if only to confirm that he was dreaming but alas he was not. The ghost of Padme stood directly in front of him, staring blankly and coldly.
A sweat broke all over his skin and his hair sticked to his forehead. He gulped and barely noticed that his body began to tremble. She floated closer and closer to him.
"Bail," came the eery whisper. He looked up at her ghoulish figure and she whimpered, "Where…are…my…children?" Bloody tears formed at her eyes and threatened to spill.
Finding no explanation but to talk, he murmured, "I…I don't know."
"LIAR!" she screeched. Her mouth expanding to reveal her complete fangs.
He fell backwards and crawled further along the end of the glass wall.
"LIAR! You have them! You have my babies! You TOOK THEM FROM ME!"
Finding the courage to respond back Bail said, "No! No that's not true."
Now the red tears streamed down leaving streaks of crimson across her face. A wind entered the office and he could hear a rumble. Padme floated towards him cornering him in his office.
"I….heard….you. You have my….Leia," she cynically quivered. "Give me my babies."
Bail was frozen with fear but he knew the only way to get out of the situation was to speak with the ghoul.
"I can't give her to you. You're…dead. How will you take care of her?"
The ghost's face remained stern and suddenly broke. The rumbling stopped and the winds stopped. But a cry pierced the room and Bail's heart broke. It broke for his friend. She cried and cried and to his ears it was a mystical piercing frightful yell. Yet he knew it contained the sad sentiments of this creature.
Slowly the ghost retreated and moaning along it whispered, "Woe…is me…my…children…"
He wished Padme could know her children were more than well-cared for-they were loved. But Padme-fierce,sad, beautiful Padme-was dead.
Bail stood up and composed himself and when he looked up, he found himself staring once again into the ghost's eyes.
The grotesque voice said, "If something…were ever to happen to my daughter….I will find you..Bail Organa..and for the rest of your life…you will suffer…I will see to it personally…you will regret taking what once was mine…Do not try to hide…I will always…find…you."
The next day, Senator Bail Organa forced his aides to pack all his things and stormed into Mas Ammeda's office to request a change. He wanted the other office available. When Mas Amedda asked him why, Bail simply responded, "The ambiance….for Padme's sake. It just isn't right."
End of Ch 1
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