Hiyo all ppl. My next chap… ::evil grin:: im sure will be pleasurable if you luv torture… hahaha! Read on my friends… 

It Begins

The Blood Carver felt Siri's gaze as he walked into the lab.  Her head jerked up as he entered. Piercing him with a menacing stare and watching his every movement.  Tracking every heartbeat from his cold heart, listening to every breath he took.

It was hard for him to admit, but the girl gave him the creeps.  And it wasn't easy to scare him.

He walked to the back of the room where a long table lay.  He emptied the contents he had been carrying onto the table.  He was carrying an assortment of knives, jabbers, and other pain inflicting devices.

After spreading them out he glanced at Siri.  He was pleased to see the fear the passed over her face, but it tapered away to her usual stare.

"You planning to use that?" She asked mockingly.

Crossing the lab to a cabinet by the door he let out a laugh.  Taking out a tool from the small cabinet he turned to her. "My dear Siri. That is only half of it."

Walking back across to the table he stopped in front of Zae-Non's cell. 

Passing her the first time he didn't take notice of the girl, but now he could see just how pathetic she looked.  She lay on he stomach her breathing ragged and staggered, probably from her blaster wound.  Her tunic was ripped in many places and was crusted with dry blood.  Her various cuts that were visible were obviously very infected and they looked all too painful.

"Pitiful." The carver spat as he kept walking back to his table.

"Excuse me?!" Came a shriek from across the lab.  The alien whirled around to face Siri who had leapt up at his comment. "It's not her fault she took the blunt of you stupid attack. You're lucky she is still alive!"

The carver picked up his electrojabber and began to fiddle with it, along with the tool he had gotten out trying to make it work again.

Straddling a chair he looked up at Siri. "Lucky am I?" he asked playing dumb. "Yeah, I guess I am. One more Jedi brat to have fun with."

Silence filled the room as neither Siri or the Carver had anything to say to each other.  All that could be heard was the echoing of the breathing from the three beings in the lab.

After fixing his jabber the carver threw his tool onto the table and stood up.  Crossing to the doors he let out one last laugh and chanced one last grin towards Siri.  "I'll be back. Don't worry." He said before slamming the doors behind him as he walked out into the hall.

Leaning up against the doors he let a chill run up his spine that he had been suppressing. "That girl has it in for me." He whispered to himself. "She'll pay for that."

Long strides carried him down the hall towards Obi-Wan's lab. It was time to start on him…

He couldn't wait to hear the boy scream.

*****

Darkness… pain…

These were the words that ran threw Obi-Wan's mind as he came too.

But when had he fallen asleep?

Or rather, gotten knocked out?

"Rise and shine my little Jedi." The caver snickered looming over him. "It's time for the fun to begin."

Obi-Wan tried to move his head, but to no avail.  Opening his eyes slowly he realized he was tied down to a table.

"Well, well, well. You're finally up.  And so it all begins now."

Suddenly the room around Obi-Wan began to spin… or wait… it was he who was spinning.  The table he was tied to began to slow rise up and slip over. Soon the boy hung in mid-air, feet facing the ceiling and his head just above the floor.  Obi-Wan looked down towards the ground and saw his Padawan braid fall from behind his ear and lightly sweep the floor.

Obi-Wan's site went blurry and his head began to pound as blood rushed to the youths head quickly.

"Master where are you?" Obi-Wan called out as dizziness became over powering. He could hear his heart beat in his ears now. "Master…"

Qui-Gon left you again…

Thoughts of betrayal echoes in the boy's mind.

No Kenobi! Don't let that carver get to you!

"So where is you Master Jedi?" The alien spat.

Suddenly white-hot pain ripped through the boy's side as something slashed it making him scream out in pain.

"He's not here!" The carver went on taunting the boy slashing him once again across the stomach. "And he's not going to be here.  He's left you… again. Just like on Meilda/Dann.  Remember that Obi-Wan? He left you then and he left you now. But this time he's not coming back for you."

Another painful scratch across the stomach.

Obi-Wan glanced up to see the alien's choice skin ripper was a vibroshive. A miniature version of a vibroblade, but it was just as painful, and deadly.

"Why?" Obi-Wan tried to ask, but the pain was too great.

"Simple really." Came the answer along with a laugh. "Don't expect me to stop just because I'm talking either…"

"Why?" The Padawan asked again.

And angry face stared at the boy. "Because I hate you. You and everything you stand for!"

A sharp rip of skin on Obi-Wan side cause him to bit down so as not to yell out.

"The Jedi took everything from me. My girlfriend-"

Slash.

"Friends-"

Slash.

"Family-"

Slash. Slash.

"Everything!?" He roared. "A great partnership, my money, my hopes, my life!"

"Why… us?" Obi-Wan wheezed. He opened his mouth to say more, but choked on the blood that was dripping up through to his mouth. 

The taste made him sick. 

Gagging he watched as red droplets splattered the floor.  Darkness began to pull at him; threatening to engulf his very self.

"If you insist."

Another hit.

"Once upon a time there were three Jedi Masters.  Their names were Adi Gallia, Sage Ketsew, and-"

A rip threw the cheek.

"Qui-Gon Jinn. Their mission: to keep the peace on this planet Zantria. Here two groups of Blood Carvers just couldn't stop fighting.  Well these three great Jedi failed their mission.  One group of Blood Carvers attacked the other."

A slow slash down the Padawan's arm, blood soaking into his tunic was dripping down to the floor.

"The Jedi barely escaped with their own lives. Along with three other Blood Carvers.  I, Showdow, was the only surviving from my clan. My family.  And another pair from the other clan.  But did the Jedi return to help the wounded? To help the few still living? No! Did they return to save my family? Trapped in a fire. Condemned to a slow and agonizing death?!"

A slow cut down Obi-Wan's leg.

 "NO!" And that's why, years later, I can finally get my revenge on them. By condemning their loved ones to a slow and painful death!" He began to shake Obi-Wan. "YOUR MASTER DID THIS?!"

Obi-Wan couldn't believe what had just come out of the Carver's mouth…

He wouldn't have to…

Oblivion claimed the boy as the carver undid the straps to the table letting his limp body crash down to the marble floor…

Down into a puddle of this own blood.

*****

"Oh don't give up now. The fun has just begun." The Showdow sang in a singsong voice to the unconscious Padawan.

He took his vibroshive in a death grip and slashed into the boy's back a crescent shape.  He made sure he cut firm and deep enough that it would leave a long and sneering scar.

"That's for my family." The carver whispered into Obi-Wan's ear. "And the moon I watched them all die under."

He looked at the bloody shiv in his hand and snapped it onto his belt. 

Bending down he dragged the boy back to his cell and put the energy shields back up.  Insanity growing in his eyes his stared at the damage he had done. 

A smile…

Without another word Showdow walked out into the hall; happily leaving the broken Obi-Wan to bleed.

::evil laugh:: oh that was too much fun writing if I do so remember.  Oh yes PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I'd luv to know what ya thought of this one… ::insane stare::… yes Hey1obk that one that scared u!! Till Later~

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