Hidden Past, Unsure Future
Part 3
Disclaimer: Nike is mine, so are the other smugglers. You know who I don't own, and if you don't, go watch Star Wars again.
Author's Note: Finally I kill the Writer's Block Sith. DIIIIIIIIIIIE!!! Um, uh, Anyway, please R & R. The bit of song isn't mine, it belongs to Kendall Payne, and the song is call Fatherless at Fourteen. Kendall Payne sings the theme to the show, Popular'. Not the same song. Anyway on with the story. This is an AU. Corellia has a royal family. Rachel and Jacob. (LOL! Sorry Rachel, plllleaaase don't hurt me. You two would look so CUTE together.) I'm also switching POV. Maybe just for this part of the story. Who knows? Also, the plot twists a bit.
7/31- i fixed typos. Have learned a lesson- I must proof read.
I stand, watching. I am frightened, to a point where I can't move, can't scream, or cry. All I can do, much to my horror, is watch. The woman, slightly on the short side, her hair is near the color of mine. Her face, usually so beautiful is currently twisted in to a mask of terror, that she is trying to hide. Trying to be brave. For me. For Juliet. The sith, he is dressed in a deep blue flight suit, with insignia, which I recognize as the emblem of the Royal Courts of Corellia. He must have stolen it. My father use to wear one like that. The woman slices down with her lightsabre, the color of dusty emeralds. The sith, the Dark One, he block the blow, and with one swift motion he knocks her to the ground, grabs her sabre with the Force, and flings it through the air, far away. He also takes her blaster, her only other weapon. Ye Gods, what is he going to do? She tries to roll away, to get to a safe place. But he puts the blaster to her chest. He does not threaten. He simply shoots.
"MAMA!!!!!" My voice rings out in to the night. I am breathing heavily, and my hair sticks to my face, from a cold sweat that is there.
A dream. It had been a dream.
As my brain slowly registers the fact, my eyes adjust to the darkness, As I look around, I listen, also.
Playing softly, is my radio, but I do not recall leaving it on. I strain my ears to hear the music, what I hear send a shiver down my spine.
Heaven's quite a sight to see
I'm sure you'll be here too
And though it's beautiful my dear, it can't compare to you, compare to you.
The song ended, and the radio was silent. My mother had a music disk with that song on it. She once said that if my father could speak to us, after his death, she was sure that's what he'd say to me. Could it be her? She was a Jedi Master, and could be her, especially after that nightmare.
Stupid. When people die, they die.
Suddenly I realize I am thirsty. I stand and cross my room, taking a blanket with me. It often gets cold at night.
The door creaks as I open it. But no one has seemed to notice, which would be highly unlikely, because no one noticed when I screamed.
I slowly creep down the hall, to the kitchen, it's dark also, but I leave the lights off.
From the refrigerator, I take a bottle of water, and turn around to find a lightsabre in my face. It's red, and I've seen it before. I'm the only Jedi here, with Wiya and Asa.
Uh-oh.
Something tells me I'm screwed.