CHAPTER FOUR: TRAITOR



When Obi-Wan awoke, he found himself in a dark, musty room gagged and bound to a chair by heavey chains. The room was a fair size. It was entirely wood and the only light came from a single lit kerosine lamp on the other side of the room. That was it. No other furniture, no windows.

Obi heard a creak as a small piece of the floor slid downwards. ^Those must be the stairs to get up here^ Obi thought.

He watched as a dark figure immerged from the floor. Obi tried to lunge at the farmiliar figure and, in doing so, felt a twinge of pain remind him of his bindings.

"Oh Obi-Wan Kenobi," his captive muttered, "I have you in my grasp." His tone darkened, "You are but a mere fly in this web of conspiricy, my dear Kenobi. Unfortunately, you are too good to be apart of it like the other Jedi. Stupid, the Jedi are. I found all the people who had great potential to be powerful Jedi Knights... A midi-chlorine count that exceeds most Jedi, much like your own."

"My own?" Obi said, shocked, "How did you know...?"

"I know a lot of things," he snapped sharply, "Like about her."

"Hi Obi-Wan," said a female voice. She stepped into the light.

"Deane!" Obi cried, again trying to lunge forward. The thick metal cuffs dug into his skin, making his wrists raw and bloody.

The girl, wearing an expression of hatred, walked up to Obi-Wan and bitchslapped him across the face. Then she walked over to the man.
Her usual beautiful eyes were replaced by placid coldness as she spoke, "I hate you Obi-Wan Kenobi and I wish I'd never met you. I wish you would die."

Obi's heart clenched as the bruise from her slap started to form. The expression on his face was that of pure agony as his eyes became glassy.

"Oh how sweet," Deane said, "He's going to cry for me."

"I thought you loved me," Obi-Wan muttered, voice thick with the feeling of betrayl.

"You're just a stupid Jedi Padawan. Nobody could ever love you," Deane said nonchalantly.

Ooh, that hurt. Obi felt his heart shatter as a tear spilled over his eyelid.

"Deane?" the other man offered, "Would you like to do the honours?" He gesturned to Obi-Wan.

"Gladly," Deane said, capturing him in a short kiss. Obi flinched.

Deane turned to Obi-Wan as she put on the thick, black leather gloves that the man had given her.

^Oh this can't be good^ Obi thought.

The man started to descend the stairs, but stopped when he heard Obi call out, "Terran you bastard, I'm gonna get you for this." The man turned to face Obi, "Don't bother, Kenobi, you didn't beat me before, so what makes you think you win this time?"

"Because, Terran D'Langelo," Obi said icily, "I'll give it my all because I don't have anyone to live for anymore."

"Oh my black heart is breaking," Terran muttered in a sarcastic reply, "Don't kill him Deane, I have plans for him."

Just the way that Terran said that, sent icy chills down Obi's back.


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"Qui-Gon!" Lex inturupted, "I need to talk to you!"

"Hn?" Qui-Gon turned from his friend, Mace Windu, and to the young boy standing behind him. "What's the matter?"

"Have you seen Obi-Wan?" Lex asked. "I went to training, but they said he hasn't been there all day."

"Strange," Mace said, "Terran hasn't been seen all day either."

"He wasn't in classes or anything," Lex muttered desperately.

"Lex?" Qui-Gon asked, "Where's your sister? Maybe the two boys went off with her?"

"No, she was with me all day," Lex huffed, "She hasn't seen either of them at all."

"Where would they be?" Qui-Gon muttered to himself.

"Oh no..." Lex muttered.

"What?" Mace asked, "What's the matter?"

"Lex," said a voice from a short distance away.

Lex turned and watched as Deane walked up to them.

"Lex, I think it's time to tell them."

Lex bowed his head, "Alright."

"Tell us what?" Mace asked.

"Y'know that night when Terran first met Lex?" Deane said, "How Lex was running and he ran into Terran? Well, a few minutes before then, he was at a lab with his friend, Justin. It was a secret lab that used humans as labrats. It was ran by ex-Jedi Knights; sort of a cult. They called themselves 'Demon Trance' because they were so powerful. They had a microchip that they implanted into the brains of young Jedi and young children with great potential to be Jedi Master. These microchips controlled their minds. Made them into zombies who will do whatever their master wishes."

"What does this have to do with us?" Mace asked.

"Just be quiet and listen," Lex answered sharply.

"Lex and my twin sister Samantha were taken by them because of their excessive amount of midi-chlorines. They tried to take me too, but I escaped. Lex was sent for the implant first, but he escaped. I don't know what happened to my sister... Lex was being chased by them when he ran into Terran."

"Lex? Where did they hold you when you were waiting for the implant?" asked Qui-Gon.

"An attic... in Terran's house."

"Alright then, do you know where Terran's house is?"

"Yeah, I think I remember."

"Then let's go," Qui-Gon said, "Mace? Can you inform the others to watch out for..." at that point Qui-Gon clutched his stomach.

"What's the matter?" Mace asked.

"Obi-Wan is in trouble... A fight perhaps. I can feel his pain..."

"Then we'd better hurry..." Lex muttered.


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Obi grimanced as another wave of nausea swept through him. His body lurched for what seemed like the hundredth time and blood escaped from his mouth.

His left eye was blackened and blood dripped over it from a large gnash on his forehead. Bruises of all shapes and sizes formed themselves on various parts of his body. He flinched as he took another blow to his stomach and landed on his hands and knees on the floor.

"DAMN YOU!" the girl screamed, "I released you from your binds and yet you still refuse to fight me. Why!?"

"Y-You're... a... girl..." Obi-Wan choked out, spitting some blood to the floor.

The girl screamed out in frustration as she kicked Obi in the face. He flew backwards, the back of his head smashing against the seat of the chair.

"You aren't worth my precious time," she muttered. She then left, closing the door behind her.

"Shite," Obi muttered, barely above a whisper and he lost consciousness.