Hey, you guys! Well, the puppet thing I will mention in this chapter is very similar to the puppet of the movie 'Saw,' Is anyone a fan of those movies? I just love them! With all the blood and gore. Man, who could not love those movies? Haha, anyway the puppet looks like Jigsaw's puppet, he talks like his puppet and he laughs like his puppet. :)
Anyways, enjoy! :)
Anakin Skywalker's POV
Minutes have passed and I was still stuck in a dark room without any sign of Ahsoka.
A few times I heard a strange cackling, followed by a creaking noise.
I looked around me and saw nothing. "Damn it!" I cursed under my breath. "What the kriff is going on?!"
A bright flash blinded me for some time, making me squint. I tried to focus on the Holoprojecter in front of me.
'Hello, Skywalker,' the hoarse voice puppet with red swirls on its cheeks said, his irises scorching the color red. 'Would you like to play a game?'
Kriffin hell!
Third Person's POV
Barriss awoke in a dark room. She looked around, frighten of what was locked around her skull.
She leaned forward, hearing something unlock. Frozen, her eyes widen once she caught a glimpse of her classmate when she was a youngling.
Robert twitched in his sleep as Barriss began to cry for help.
"Help!" she sobbed, looking around.
They both were in separate cells, a table of weapons upon them.
"Rob, whatever you do, don't move." Barriss pleaded, gripping the cells bars.
Rob for alert once his fingers touched the skull crashing helmet. "What? What the hell's going in?!" he yelled, getting up.
"Rob, no!" Barriss screeched.
But it was already too late. He got up and again Barriss heard the same unlocking noise followed by a ticking clock this time.
Both of them heard fizzling and looked at where the noise was coming from.
The holoprojecter showed a scary looking puppet with a bald spot on top of its head, black hair around his skull, and skin as white as snow. He was wearing a red bow tie and a suit.
'Hello. I want to play a game.' he announced as Barriss and Rob gazed at the screen in horror. 'The devices on your heads are symbolic of the shackles that you place upon others. You recklessly loan people money, knowing their financial limitations, counting on repossessing more than they could ever pay back. You are predators, but today, you become the prey.'
Barriss continued trying to take off the device. "What else could I do?! The Jedi are no more and all I had was this job!" She kicked the bars in despair.
'And it is your own pound of flesh that I demand.'
Rob glared at Barriss. "This is your fault!" he flung the words to Barriss.
She looked at him with wide eyes.
'The scale before you is your only path to freedom.'
Barriss and Rob both gazed at the green tube that led to a measuring scale used for meat.
'However, only one of you may pass, and the toll is the ultimate sacrifice, the sacrifice of flesh.'
Rob turned around and grabbed one of the slaughtering insterments.
'Before you are the insterments to exact this flesh. Move with haste, though,'
Barriss grabbed a kitchen knife in her hand, ready to do what must be done.
'For when the 60-second timer hits zero,'
Instead she started to cut free from the chains.
'The one who has the most flesh will release their bindings, while the gears on your opponent's head will engage, piercing their skull.'
Rob's eyes shifted towards the clock to his left while Barriss walked over to hear more clearly, forgetting to cut the metal from the chains.
'Who will offer the most flesh in order to save their life?' the puppet asked, as both of them continued to look at the screen in horror. 'The choice is yours,'
"No!" Barriss cried, shaking the gates.
The screws that were against their temples began to pierce into their skulls. Rob was the first to yell, followed by Barriss.
Rob raced towards his table of insterments the same time Barriss did.
"I'm not dying for you, bitch!" Rob shouted, grabbing a knife. He held it against his stomach, ready to pierce it in.
Rob began to cut his flesh, screaming in the process. Barriss unbuttoned her blouse but she had nothing but thin skin and bones.
She grabbed a rubber string, tied it around her arm and held a butcher knife. Barriss held it steady, close to her fingers but she couldn't. Exhaling, she went more up and held it steady against her arm. She screamed in pain as she slowly began to cut her flesh.
Suddenly, Rob's voice stopped. Barriss looked up to see Rob drop his flesh into the tube.
Barriss noticed and began to cut faster as Rob tried to get more meat from his already sliced torso.
Barriss didn't care anymore; she began to pound the knife into her arm, screaming.
She quickly dropped her arm into the tube and sighed in relief once it made it.
The ticking stopped, but Rob's screams continued.
"Aah!" the screws pierced even deeper into Rob's skull, leaving Barriss unharmed from the head, but badly wounded from her arm.