The knight sighed.
"So, that was he meant by he had what he wanted. Go get Master Jinn- I
think he's somewhere out here."
"I see him." Said Zeke.
Zeke walked up to a Master who he instantly could tell was master Jinn. Not so much because he had seen the man before, but more so because of the look of fear on his face. It was evident this Master was very worried for his apprentice.
"Master Jinn, Knight Quzi would like to speak with you."
Qui-Gon went with Zeke to talk to Quzi.
"What?" Asked Qui-Gon.
"Your Padawan is in trouble."
On the outside, Qui-Gon looked calm, but on the inside his apprehension rose- his
heart was pacing faster, and he was panicking. As the time wore, more students
came out, Bant and the others made it safely to their Masters. Now Bruck only
had four kids in the class.
The young man sat on the desk, looking at the he four left.
"You three leave." He said
They all ran out. Now only Obi-Wan was left. Bruck walked up to him and placed his lightsabre at the Padawan's neck.
"I'm sorry, Master, I failed." Obi-Wan admitted.
"You know, Obi-Wan, I am going to make your death very painful." Bruck promised.
In walked two of Bruck's friends with chains, a whip and knife. The young hostage stared at the objects and felt his heart sink. He knew what or rather, who they were going to be used for.
"Tie him to a desk." Bruck demanded.
Once they did that, Bruck took the whip from the kids and started beating Obi-Wan. At first, the blows came in slow precision. They hurt, the young boy couldn't deny this, but he was able to endure them with little or no sound. The rival that beat him, however, didn't stop.
For ten minutes, he laid into the tie-up lad with no remorse. His angry flowed freely around him and made each strike all that stronger. At the twenty minute mark, Obi-Wan's cries began to echo in the room.
Bruck smiled at each agonizing sound- and continued to hit- even harder. The boy before him had cost him so much- Obi-Wan had cost him everything and he would pay. Bruck brought down the whip with all the fury he could muster- Obi-Wan was going to pay.
Outside the room, the Council, Qui-Gon, and Knight Quzi stood waiting. For far too long they heard nothing and that was when the cries started. It took a moment for Qui-Gon to exactly place what the sound was, but then he did. It was Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. It was his Padawan crying out in pain. Blinded by concern for his apprentice, the Master took off running towards the room. He had to stop the pain his son was suffering. He made it nearly to the door when Depa stopped him.
"You will only get him killed." She said, her voice sad.
As time went by, the cries grew in intensity. *Bruck is enjoying this* Obi-Wan thought through a pain-filled haze. The young boy looked up and found his vision blurring around the edges, but that wasn't his main concern. Something wasn't right- Bruck had...stopped? The boy tried to figure out this strange observation, when he felt his arms getting pulled slightly. Obi-Wan thought he felt a small prick on his arm, but wasn't certain. He also wasn't certain if he heard Bruck's voice correctly when he mumbled something like `you have five minutes left.' The Padawan tried to focus on his rival's face, but found it faded even faster than before. *Something's wrong* he thought.
Outside, Qui-Gon had enough of waiting and rushed through the doors, heedless of the warnings by the other Jedi. Bruck's friends just looked at him dumbly- unsure what they should do- stay or flee. The others quickly got everything under control. Qui-Gon was about fifty feet from the classroom that Obi-Wan was in when he felt something that he hoped he would never feel. The Council members looked up, they felt it too...
"So, that was he meant by he had what he wanted. Go get Master Jinn- I
think he's somewhere out here."
"I see him." Said Zeke.
Zeke walked up to a Master who he instantly could tell was master Jinn. Not so much because he had seen the man before, but more so because of the look of fear on his face. It was evident this Master was very worried for his apprentice.
"Master Jinn, Knight Quzi would like to speak with you."
Qui-Gon went with Zeke to talk to Quzi.
"What?" Asked Qui-Gon.
"Your Padawan is in trouble."
On the outside, Qui-Gon looked calm, but on the inside his apprehension rose- his
heart was pacing faster, and he was panicking. As the time wore, more students
came out, Bant and the others made it safely to their Masters. Now Bruck only
had four kids in the class.
The young man sat on the desk, looking at the he four left.
"You three leave." He said
They all ran out. Now only Obi-Wan was left. Bruck walked up to him and placed his lightsabre at the Padawan's neck.
"I'm sorry, Master, I failed." Obi-Wan admitted.
"You know, Obi-Wan, I am going to make your death very painful." Bruck promised.
In walked two of Bruck's friends with chains, a whip and knife. The young hostage stared at the objects and felt his heart sink. He knew what or rather, who they were going to be used for.
"Tie him to a desk." Bruck demanded.
Once they did that, Bruck took the whip from the kids and started beating Obi-Wan. At first, the blows came in slow precision. They hurt, the young boy couldn't deny this, but he was able to endure them with little or no sound. The rival that beat him, however, didn't stop.
For ten minutes, he laid into the tie-up lad with no remorse. His angry flowed freely around him and made each strike all that stronger. At the twenty minute mark, Obi-Wan's cries began to echo in the room.
Bruck smiled at each agonizing sound- and continued to hit- even harder. The boy before him had cost him so much- Obi-Wan had cost him everything and he would pay. Bruck brought down the whip with all the fury he could muster- Obi-Wan was going to pay.
Outside the room, the Council, Qui-Gon, and Knight Quzi stood waiting. For far too long they heard nothing and that was when the cries started. It took a moment for Qui-Gon to exactly place what the sound was, but then he did. It was Obi-Wan. His Obi-Wan. It was his Padawan crying out in pain. Blinded by concern for his apprentice, the Master took off running towards the room. He had to stop the pain his son was suffering. He made it nearly to the door when Depa stopped him.
"You will only get him killed." She said, her voice sad.
As time went by, the cries grew in intensity. *Bruck is enjoying this* Obi-Wan thought through a pain-filled haze. The young boy looked up and found his vision blurring around the edges, but that wasn't his main concern. Something wasn't right- Bruck had...stopped? The boy tried to figure out this strange observation, when he felt his arms getting pulled slightly. Obi-Wan thought he felt a small prick on his arm, but wasn't certain. He also wasn't certain if he heard Bruck's voice correctly when he mumbled something like `you have five minutes left.' The Padawan tried to focus on his rival's face, but found it faded even faster than before. *Something's wrong* he thought.
Outside, Qui-Gon had enough of waiting and rushed through the doors, heedless of the warnings by the other Jedi. Bruck's friends just looked at him dumbly- unsure what they should do- stay or flee. The others quickly got everything under control. Qui-Gon was about fifty feet from the classroom that Obi-Wan was in when he felt something that he hoped he would never feel. The Council members looked up, they felt it too...