Ties Of Darkness
Chapter Five
The swirling mists of Dathomir made a good place for anyone to disappear, particularly those who didn't want to be found. Perhaps it was a little too much on the theatrics, but it worked well. A shrill call broke the silence. Something moved between the low branches of some kind of tree, but he knew whatever it was, he could dispense of it easily if - IF - it decided he looked like dinner. Suddenly, without warning, an enormous dark something loomed up, out of nowhere. His brisk strides stopped. As the mist shifted slightly, vision was clearer for maybe thirty seconds. It was enough. Enough to see that something wasn't right. Where there should be empty space and bog, a sleek, black warship lay parked, attended by several hissing Night Sisters.
"Masssster" One Nightsister hissed a greeting "Your sssship will be ready in three daysss."
He did not speak. His right arm snapped out from his side, and before she could react, he gripped the Nightsister by her throat.
"Two, or you die." He stated calmly, dropping her to the floor and walking away. Once he'd reached a distance of one hundred and fifty yards, he stopped. He looked up, trying to see the sky through the mist.
"I'm coming to end you, tyrant." He whispered, his voice menacing.
In her room on Coruscant, Holly shook her head. It was just a dream, she told herself, trying to shake away the memories of the dream, but they stayed with her. In her mind, the voice spoke again.
"Surrender now, you blind hypocrite. There is more at stake here than you realise, you are out of your depth and you have already lost."
She flinched. How could this... whatever it was know her most hidden secrets, the ones she could barely admit to herself? Was she going mad?
"The situation is beyond your control, child."
She growled. No one called her child, for one, she was thirty five, and secondly, if anyone called her 'child', pain was usually the consequence. The one person that had ever been brave enough to call her 'child' or 'kid' without being hurt had met his fate years ago.
"You have no idea what you're dealing with, and I shall have my revenge."
Holly picked up a blaster in her left hand, stared at it for a long minute, then raised her eyes to the wall. Her eyes were dark with anger. When she spoke, her voice was like ice.
"Not on your life." She hissed at the voice.
AN: Sorry I've been dead since early January! I've been really busy with mock exams and other college - related problems, and I'm sure you'll forgive me if I don't upload next week, due to the fact I'm going to Paris. But yeah, I'm back! Please review, telling me what you think, because this is about the fiftieth re-write today of this chapter, and its been quite a tricky one to write, but I hope its beginning to point the story in the direction its supposed to be going! You know, I've been thinking about this story and these characters so much, that not so long ago in my English class, I wrote a short story about Jasmine's reflection on Holly's life... scream at me if you want me to upload it!
Review... you know you want to :)
~~Hol