Hey all… sry this took like a whole week to get out!!! My comp decided to loose its memory so I was computer less for a lil while there. (I nearly died of boredom!) oh wellz… here my next chap enjoy.
Oh hey the most depressing thing happened to me… I go away for the week end and I graciously updated the story 10 minutes before I left and I get back to find 1 review… ::tear drips down cheek:: I feel luved… ok let me get my point out… please please please don't make me start begging… I know its annoying! But no review = no reason for me to go on… well ill probably do so n e wayz but I always like the comments.
Fear
A wave of exhaustion, sickness, and pain swept over Obi-Wan as he opened his eyes. His ribs burned where he had been stabbed with the electro jabber. His ankle now numb and his blaster wound kept him from moving. Even the slightest bit.
Laying down on his stomach Obi-Wan took in as much of his surroundings as he could. Sweeping his eyes around he saw he was in an all white marble room. A table in the corner, a chair, and numerous shelves with various items on them. It looked like a lab of some sort.
Vision clearing a bit the Padawan noticed he was in some kind of clear cell. Energy shields as walls…
There goes any hopes of escape. Obi-Wan thought his heart sinking. That is if I ever get up.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached out to the Force… drawing only darkness.
Fear shot through the boy. Where was the Force? From what he could tell he didn't have a Force dampening collar on. Had his attacker injected something into him?
Either way is wasn't there…
His living Force was gone, like the water taken from a fish. He was left nearly gasping for what he lived for. Left to dry out without it. Left to find a way back to it's serenity. It's peace and it's light.
Obi-Wan's eye's darted to what appeared to be a doorway beyond the energy shields as a creek echoed through the room. A figure came into blurred view. A familiar figure…
The Blood Carver.
Now being able to see the alien in better light Obi-Wan noted the carver still looked familiar. He knew him from somewhere. The carver wore a black leather tunic, much like a Jedi's. Along with a leather vest on top. On his hands he had black gloves and his boots where big and obviously steel toed.
He gave the boy the same twisted smile from the alley, but this time he added a laugh that made a chill race up Obi-Wan's spine.
"Believe me now Jedi?" He snickered. "Where's your Master?"
"Qui-Gon would never betray me!" Obi-Wan nearly yelled his anger once again boiling up inside. Letting that anger out in a breath out into the stale air the Padawan tried to change the subject. "Where is this place anyway?"
"Nice try. Clever aren't we?" The Caver asked picking up the trick. "If he wouldn't betray you then why can't you feel him? You haven't been able to since the alley, and I didn't do anything to you there, now did I?" He stopped and took in the shock on Obi-Wan's face before continuing. "And this," he waved his arms around taking in the room. "This is my own little hide out."
"Looks expensive to be a 'hide out'." Obi-Wan noted at the crystal white floors, walls, and ceilings. He tried to keep his mind off the reality that was just punched in his face… the Carver was right.
Qui-Gon had left him…
Get a grip! You stupid Padawan! Obi-Wan yelled at himself. He left you… NO!
With the thought he betrayed his own Master. If he gave into that simple line, all the trust he and his Master had built up over these years would trickle away. Each word like a drop of trust falling down to darkness. Once a drop has fallen it can't be regained. Once all gone, it can't be rebuilt.
"Expensive you say?" The alien walked around the room admiring it. "I wouldn't say that. Just well built for what I have in store for you."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened.
"Marble," the carver went on. He rubbed his hand over the smooth surface of a wall. "Don't you love it? It echoes screams inside so well. And yet it muffles them from the outside world even better. One can scream as loud as they want and yet and person passing by may never hear it. Not that anyone would be out where we are anyway."
"Screams…" Obi-Wan faded out as the carver's intent hit him. "Screams?" He repeated.
The alien laughed, chilling the room. "That is what I said. No need for an echo already. I'd save that throat of yours, you'll need it."
"It's not like I'll be talking with you." The boy replied sharply.
Another laugh. "Ah, yes my young friend that is probably going to be true. Seeing as you most likely won't be awake to talk, let alone in much shape to do so. But you don't want to rip up your throat more than I already am going to for you now do you?"
"And how do you suppose you are going to rip up my throat?"
"Kenobi, you just don't get it do you?" The alien made his way to the door. "You're going to be ripping your own throat. I'll just be the one causing you to do so."
"Kenobi? How do you know my name?" Obi-Wan asked trying to once again change the subject. And possibly buy him some time.
"Oh I know a lot about you Obi-Wan. You and your Master could be family, but then again my family died because of Jinn." Walking out to the hall and shutting the door behind him the carver bid the boy a good-bye with anything less than the normal. "I'm going to have fun with you."
Obi-Wan watched the door slid shut, his insides freezing up.
I'm going to have fun with you… The final fair well from his assailant echoed in his mind. And yet that was what loomed in the back of his mind.
One word repeated over and over to the boy, causing terror to claim him.
Torture.
*****
The blood carver walked down the long white marble hall pondering about what he could do to the boy. One thought after another creeping into his mind. Each more painful and twisted than the last.
A smile twisted on the carver's face at his genius for pain. And how much he could do with it.
Reaching the other lab a little ways up from where Obi-Wan was, the alien made his way in and looked at the two girls in their separate cells.
The younger of the two sat up right, her legs curled in held tight by her arms. Her head rested on her knees and her eyes were fixed on her friend across from her.
The older girl lay on her stomach apparently still unconscious from the attack. Her breath was staggered and her face pale.
Walking over the older girl's cell and peered in. "Still weak I see."
"It's not her fault you attacked us!" The other rebuked from across the lab. She gracefully raised up onto her knees and glared at the carver with menacing eyes. "What do you want with us anyway?"
"You'll find out in time. I couldn't very well let you die like you Master's were going to let you."
"Let us die?!" Came a raspy voice from the other form on the floor. "They would never."
"Z!? You're ok?!" The other said at the sound of her companion's voice.
The carver laughed. "Ah, so nice to see you again Zae-Non. I'm sure you remember me."
A grumble for a reply.
He turned to the other girl. "And I gather your little snotty friend is Miss. Tachi. Adi's Padawan. Or am I mistaken?"
"Yeah, and you would like to know why? Wait, how do you know our names anyway?!" She spat. "And it's Siri!"
He met her gaze with deadly eyes. "You're going to be a challenge huh? I like challenges."
"Challenge? For… for what?" Siri asked, terror sketching onto her face.
The carver did not respond. He gave one last laugh into the room. Letting it echo and loom in the air before going out into the hall.
Making his way to his way to a storage room he looked around. Not much filled up the cramped area. A broken table, two cabinets and various broken tools that littered the floor was all that took up the room's space.
Shaking his head, eyes fixing on the cabinet in front of him, the carver smiled from ear to ear.
He went over to one of the cabinets and took out his key. Unlocking it he looked at the contents. Top shelf lay his dagger. Its uniquely carved handle to fit his grip and the shimmering bended blade reflected the little light that seeped into the room from the hall. The bottom shelf held a cloak of no importance.
And the middle shelf held his most prized possessions at the moment. Four lightsabers. Each special in their own way with their unique design.
One was Obi-Wan Kenobi's. The brave, headstrong Padawan of the great Qui-Gon Jinn.
One was Siri Tachi's. The persistent, rebellious Padawan of the respected Council member Adi Gallia.
And the other two to Zae-Non Sen. The caring, always willing Padawan of Sage Ketsew. One was Zae-Non's own lightsaber and the other one belonged to the Master she grew up with on Zefron, Mik Slavon.
Taking out one of the silver weapons the carver looked it over spinning it in tight fists. Examining every crack, bend, curve, and scratch that marked and made the saber he then held in out in font of him. Pushing the small maroon button a blue blade illuminated the dimly lit room.
Waving it around in front of him the carver laughed. He could probably do some of those moves he had watched Mik teach Zae-Non when she was growing up on Zefron.
He was always a fast learner. Ever since he was a little kid he caught on quickly to things. How to repair broken ships, speeders, or swoops. Literacy, which wasn't very common in his tribe since he lived in one of
the most remote areas of his planet. But what he learned the most quickly was to hate. It came to easy toward the Jedi. After all they did destroy his family.
He had to get back at them.
How to get revenge, something else he learned quickly. He learned from the moment those three Jedi Masters left his family, left him. He never thought his time would come. His time to get his revenge that he craved his whole life. Praying in the end he would have peace.
But everything worked out in the end. He could get back at Zae-Non and Sage for ruining a friendship. Qui-Gon for ruining his childhood. Adi for ruining his hopes. All of the for ruining his life. What he lived for.
Ruining his very being.
"And so it begins." He mumbled to himself. Placing the weapon back on the shelf he took one last look at the other three sabers and closed the doors. Locking the cabinet he leaned back against the doors and laughed. "The fear, terror. And soon pain."
Ok there ya go… longer than the last that's for sure. Ok now I'm not gunna beg…for now… but would u please review possibly? Wellz that's all for now… Till later~
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