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I woke up with a pounding headache, like a gundark had used my head as a drum. I groaned as I sat up, putting a hand to my temple and my other hand up to cover my nose. It wreaked of... something. I wasn't sure what it was, but it wasn't pleasant. Perhaps urine? Actually, I don't want to think about it. I grunted and scrunched my face as I put my hand down from my temple to the ground to help myself stand up. I wobbled slightly, grabbing the wall while keeping my hand over my nose.

Just keep moving, I told myself. I stood up straighter and headed to the end of the alley I was in. There were people wandering the streets outside the alley so I put my hand down and walked out as casually as I could and got in with the flow of the crowd. I looked around casually as I walked down the street. The towering buildings blocked the sunlight from hitting the street. It looked like Coruscant but smelled way worse. There was a human getting beat up by two Rodians on the other side of the street and I'm pretty sure a handoff was happening right in front of me. Were these the under-levels of Coruscant? No. I looked at the signs and read the names of the bars and clubs. But I think all the words were in Huttese. What was I doing in Hutt space? Was this Nar Shaddaa?

"You alright, Miss?" A voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah. I'm just, a little confused on how I got here, is all." I said honestly, looking over to the man who asked. He had a light smile and an innocent look in his eyes. Not at all like any of these pirates and smugglers that surrounded me.

"Ah, just another drunk." He nudged a buddy next to him with a small chuckle. His Twi'lek friend gave a small laugh himself. "Well, you probably went crazy last night at that bar over there and passed out in that alley there." He pointed to a bar across the street then to the alley I just emerged from. I turned to look at the bar he pointed to, but my face contorted in confusion. I could not remember anything from last night. Or yesterday. Or the day before.

A sharp pain in my head made me stop thinking. I brought a hand up to my forehead again as my face contorted in pain and my eyes closed to block out the light. "What's your name, sweetheart?" The man asked. I opened my mouth to respond, but paused as I realized I didn't know. A loud clang behind me caused all of us to turn around and look at the source. A vendor had just dropped some items. I quickly looked around. My head was throbbing. He put a hand on my elbow and I saw a sign as I turned back around to face him. 'The Dancing Angels.'

"My name? Oh, it's Angel." I lied without missing a beat.

"You are an angel. Tell you what, you look like you're still workin over that hangover. Let's get you inside, get you taken care of." Everything in me wanted to say 'no' or politely decline or find some excuse to get away. Something about this man felt familiar yet off. But I didn't.

I nodded numbly. I melted into his touch as he put a hand on my lower back and gently held my arm with his other hand. His friend led us down the alley they were in front of and into a small alcove a few meters into they alley. He opened the door and gestured us in. The man led me to a couch and sat me down, letting his hand run up my back. I knew this was wrong. I could feel it in my gut. I wanted to run, to flee and hide, but I couldn't. My mind wouldn't let me. He brought his other hand to my cheek as he leaned forward. My body leaned back, even though I didn't tell it to. I was scared. Why? Because he was going to kiss me? No. Something was wrong. "It's a shame." He whispered. "You were so pretty."

Tentacles started emerging from his cheeks. He was an Anzat! They got closer and closer to my face. I sat there, helpless. I closed my eyes, scared. No, terrified. He was going to eat my brains while I was alive and I couldn't even act. Couldn't move. I was going to die here, on this stupid, disgusting, cesspool of a moon. I couldn't even remember my own name. My name. Why couldn't I remember? Something in me shifted as I felt his proboscises graze my own cheeks. I felt a surge of strength. Not just strength, power. I grabbed onto it and held on for dear life. I felt myself break free.

Immediately, reaching forward, I grabbed his tentacles and ripped them away. I didn't mean to rip them off his face, but anger surged in me. He cried out and grabbed his face. I brought my leg up and planted my foot on his chest, kicking out with all my strength. He landed on his table and they both crashed to the floor. The legs broke off and he hit the ground hard.

I quickly pushed myself off the couch, adrenaline pumping through me now. The male Twi'lek ran at me, pulling something out of his back pocket. He threw his hand forward and I caught it without even thinking. I twisted his wrist and he cried out as he dropped the knife. He pulled his arm back and threw a leg out, but I darted out of the way.

I tried to make a run for the kitchen, but he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and pulled me to the ground. He got himself on top of me and our arms wrestled. He finally managed to push my arms out of the way and close his hands around my throat. I tried to pry his fingers off my throat, but he had his entire body weight behind him. I felt that power surge in me again. Instinctively, I threw my palm out and against his chest and he flew back off of me and into the far kitchen wall. I quickly stood up, putting a soft hand to my neck. I watched him for a moment. He didn't get back up, but I knew he wasn't dead. That was wild.

Something told me to move, so I ducked and rolled forward. I heard a whoosh of air as something flew through the air where my head just was a second ago. I quickly turned around to meet his crazed gaze. "You little schutta!" I heard him yell. He was in agony, I could feel his pain.

He charged, but he was wobbly. Off balance due to his pained frenzy. I ducked down and slid under his strong punch. I popped back up only for him to turn and try again. I grabbed his arm and flipped him over me this time. I didn't see the broken leg table that was sticking up. I only saw it once it had pierced the Anzat's chest.

I gasped and quickly took a step back as I realized what I had done. Tears welled and my knees felt weak as I saw him gasp and writhe in pain. His torment flowed over me as his body shuddered with his last breath. Then, there was nothing. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I'd looked at the carnage before me. Blood smeared his face from where I'd pulled his tentacles off and was pooling underneath him and staining his shirt from where he'd just been impaled by the table leg. By me. I'd killed him. I looked down at my hands. The hands I'd used to send the Twi'lek flying and the hands I'd used to put the Anzat on the ground. No blood. I hadn't gotten blood on me. I knew I needed to go. I had to find somewhere else to hide. Hide. I had to hide. A needed a cloak. I turned numbly and went into a room, locating a cloak on a chair.

As my fingertips grazed the material, sights, sounds and feelings washed over me. I saw the Anzat leading another young girl into the living room. Doing the same thing he did to me. I felt the evil in him. The pleasure he got as he killed her. Not just her. Others too. Her cries of pain rang through my ears. I gasped as the sensations stopped. I gripped the fabric in my fist tightly. Anger welled in me. He's done this to other people. Countless young girls. For some reason, my anger didn't stop the horror I felt from killing him. I pulled the cloak over myself, running from that room.

I didn't stop to look at either of the men on the ground as I ran from that horrid place.

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