::Sniff sniff:: last post here for awhile! I truly do want to continue, but in order to make this last book the absolute best one of the three I need serious working time on it. This will give me just that and give you a heck of a book… I hope.
Sabercrazy: Thanx fer the review. lol, I kno scary thing huh? I sensible carver… lol that changed. But again I'm gunna say, wait till later… it gets almost scary. I'm saying this and I wrote the stupid thing! I'll see you on JC… rite?!
What You See is What You Get
Senses returned to Zae-Non as she came too. The echoing sound of faint sobs carried to get from across the lab. Slowly she went to pick up her head, but a sharp gasp was the only action that took place.
With my own saber…
"Zae-Non?" Came a distant voice. "Are… are you OK?"
Z was shocked at the sorrow in Siri's voice. Her friend sounded as though she had nothing left. Nothing more to go on with…
She opened her mouth to answer, but all she was able to project out to her friend was a small groan.
"Z please!" Siri pleaded. "What the hell did he do to you!?"
Another small moan.
"You aren't helping much!" Siri sighed. "At least I know your not…"
"Ho… how bad is it?" Z finally managed to ask in a pain choked voice. When she got no reply, once again she tried to move. White hot pain caused oblivion to tug at her mind. "Siri…"
"You… You are… Z you're burnt." Siri said pointing out the obvious. "Your infection… it's worse. Your immune system is practically useless! Are you going to be able too… "
"No Siri. It is too weak to fight this infection."
"No. Zae-Non you can't!" cries once again echoed in the lab as the younger girl began to sob. "I cannot go on without you here Z."
"Yes you can." The older girl said assuring. "I am not saying I am going to die on you either." Zae-Non contemplated on continuing her thoughts but decided against it. She was not necessarily lying to her friend, but she did not know if she was telling the truth either.
Judging by the way I feel I don't think I will be seeing daylight again… Z thought gravely to herself. If I am ever able to see again in the first place.
"What's that scratch on your cheek?" Siri asked about the cut on Z's burnt face.
"The same one you've got on your leg." She sighed. "It must mean something to Showdow."
Z sighed inwardly. Giving up wouldn't solve anything, but then again she could not move her feet if she wanted to without fire exploding all over her.
"What the hell are you doing?" Came a concern question through the silence.
"Force!!" Zae-Non screamed out shrilly as she slowly moved her arm. Gritting her teeth at the pain she could feel her burnt skin cracking and ripping, muscles inside that were also burnt shredded and tore. She thought back to the other lab with Obi-Wan. They boy's vexed calls and Z trying to reach out to the Force…
Sage!
"Why…?" A tear made it's tender way down her check and splattered as it hit the marble floor.
"Why what?" Z heard something in Siri's voice.
Fear.
There was no mistaking it.
"Why did Sage have to feel that…" Z shook her head slightly. She breathed in quick at the pain the ruptured down her neck and spine. "She shouldn't have."
"Why? Cause they are not coming." Her friend said doubtfully.
"No! Because I do not want her to be worried!" The girl said taken a back by Siri's response. "They are coming Siri. I know they are."
"You don't know anything!" Barked a response from the door. "So Zae-Non hurt enough for you? Or I could add a couple more burns."
Z heard footsteps echo towards her and the sound of a lightsaber igniting made tears fill her black viewing eyes.
No…Please no more.
A sigh of relief escaped as the weapon was deactivated.
"Not even yours. That stupid Kenobi's toy." Showdow snickered. "Would not be as much fun if it wasn't yours."
After the door slammed the sound of Siri letting out a long breath drifted to Z.
"So that is what he did to you." She said barely above a whisper. "He burnt you with your lightsaber."
Zae-Non barely heard the comment. So little time took so much energy…
Taking the last of her energy the girl was able to speak a small 'yes' before falling into the painless, worriless darkness that beckoned.
*****
"I have been thinking." Showdow said as he closed the doors behind him.
"Is that a first?" Obi-Wan retorted as his heart sank at the site of the alien.
"No." Came the crisp hate filled answer. "I ran out of idea's of what to do with you. So I figured, since you Jedi are so noble, that when you were watching poor Zae-Non you were wishing it was you up here instead of her."
The boy didn't respond even though what the carver said was true. Of course he rather be up there then watching his friend go through that torture? He had been through it and that was worse enough, but watching someone he cared for go through it… that was beyond torture in itself.
"Thought so." Showdow unclipped a lightsaber from his belt.
Obi-Wan gasped…
It was his lightsaber.
"What you saw is what you are going to get." He looked over the cylinder in his hands. "Besides I have nothing better to do right now."
"Why don't you be creative and leave." The youth spat out as the walls around him began to drop.
"Creativity is what I live for boy. I do not use it on myself though. I save it for you and your pathetic little friends."
"Don't I feel special."
The carver came over briskly and kicked him in the ribs, causing a soft pained cry from the Padawan. "You know your friend Siri got into some serious trouble with a smart mouth. I would not recommend taking after her."
Obi-Wan gasped as the air left his lungs. His numerous already broken ribs shifted and splintered into him making his vision blur.
Roughly Showdow dragged him over and strapped him to the table. The boy tried to struggle, but his injuries kept him from doing no more than swearing a few times at the pain.
"You won't be talking after this Kenobi." The carver spat tying down his head. "Don't worry. This is going to hurt all too much."
Obi-Wan stared out as his blue lightsaber was ignited by the crazed carver. The light blue glow illuminated both of their faces…
The one of pure insanity
And the one of calm and acceptance…
Or as calm as the boy's face could get.
Obi-Wan bit his lip keeping a scream to escape his throat as the blue beam pressed down onto his arm. Pain blinded the youth as it was taken up and pressed against another part of his arm.
Painfully
Slowly
Agonizingly
Showdow laughed with joy. "Come on Kenobi it's on the end of your tongue. Let it out." He taunted. "Or I could give you a little help."
Obi-Wan could not hold it in any longer. He cried out in agony as his saber was pressed down onto his knee and slide sharply down his shin. He closed his eyes and focused on the Force surrounding him. Bringing it close around him the pain lessened, but not enough to keep a tear from falling down his cheek.
"That's right boy." The carver said in a singsong voice. "Call to that Force of yours. You won't have it much longer."
Obi-Wan looked out as the saber was brought next to his cheek. "It never leaves me." He said sternly. "I am not going to let you get to-"
An ear-piercing scream ripped through the boy's lips as the pillar of energy pressed against his cheek and was slashed down from his eye to his chin, down his neck. The weapon was then held on his shoulder till the youth's scream turned silent into an airy cry.
"Told you that mouth would get you in trouble."
Obi-Wan tried desperately to catch his breath for the brief moment that the lightsaber was not next to him.
He once again called out to the Force and grabbed a hold of it. He accepted the pain for what it was and became at peace with what was most likely about to happen…
"So you do plan on killing me." The Padawan said cringing at the pain when he spoke. His voice was raspy and he could taste the blood dripping down his throat. "Just like Mik-" The air caught in his mouth and once again the red stained floor had new droplets of blood color it as he coughed out.
Showdow's eyes narrowed and he glared at Obi-Wan. "It… was supposed… to be your Master!" he yelled something changing in his eyes. "Not Mik!!"
He deactivated the lightsaber and untied the boy.
Obi-Wan gave a small cry as he painfully smacked the blood-covered floor and was again dragged back to where his cell was.
Dazed he stared out at the carver with dazzling white spots dancing about clouding his vision. Unable to talk he laid his head down onto the cold marble floor and flinched at the new burn on his face.
"Kenobi, one day, again I say, that mouth is going to get you killed." He walked to the door and hung his head down. He mumbles something that the Padawan didn't bother to catch and walked out.
Obi-Wan stared out straight in front of him unable to move from the pain paralyzing him. More tears streamed down his face as his body was on fire from each burn blistering and crusting over.
He wanted to give up…
Just let the beaconing darkness claim him…
Forever.
Master, I know your coming… You've got to be.
He would not give up… he'd keep going till the end did come…
When that carver decided it was his time to leave.
Acceptance is what the boy concentrated on.
Showdow had no intensions on keeping him alive. Nor did he have any reason too. But he also had no reason not too.
Closing his eyes Obi-Wan let out a long sigh. "It will end soon enough." He said out loud to the stale air around him. His voice abrasive the boy coughed with fire in his throat. "Whether it ends with the carver or my Master."
The boy opened his eyes again and peered around at what he could.
Qui-Gon was coming…
Zae-Non was not dead…
He would live…
It will all end soon enough…
Letting out a long ragged breath the boy sank down onto the tiles beneath him. Closing his eyes the Obi-Wan wondered about the outside. Was it day or night? Afternoon or morning? Sunny or rainy? Warm or cold?
Was his Master coming? Were his friends alive?
So many questions and no answers.
My faith will stay up…
Exhaustion claimed the Padawan as his strength left his body.
*****
Showdow leaned up against the wall.
Why did that boy always bring up Mik? The carver asked him self. It was as though he knew it hurts me.
A small beep rang out as his comlink went off. Sighing the alien reluctantly unclipped it from his belt. "What."
Dev on the other end sounded winded and things being moved in the back round could be heard. "They are coming now! Garn saw them coming out of a cave not too far away from the entrance. We are trying to get everyone together and-"
"Dev!" Showdow yelled into his comlink to get the hurried man to stop. "Slow down! You are going to hyperventilate on me or something."
"Sorry it's just that-"
"I get it. They are here!" The carver hissed. "Look get your butts out there and stop them from finding that entrance!" taking a breath he tried to calm his anger, but anger management was for Jedi right? "And if they get in here it's your tail that will be paying the debt."
He cut of the communication abruptly in the middle of Dev's reply.
Of course this has to come up now!
He marched off down the hall. "Those damned Master are too persistent for my liking."
He stopped by the door to the girl's lab and questioned if he should go in. After all he may need to make a quick get away. Deciding not he went into the storage room and unlocked the gray cabinet. Taking out the three sabers left in there he unclipped the one on his belt and replaced it with another one.
"She won't get this one back for a while." Showdow whispered. "After all it is only a spare one."
Walking out into the hall he could hear a low rumble through the rocks the hid his lab. The swoops of Dev's group were heading out towards the Masters.
"I just hope they get them. And get them good."
Well that's all for now… but look at things this way. One day when you are least expecting it this title will pop up on the first page and then you'll get the rest of the story! And I didn't leave it off at too much of a cliff hanger. I even edited it from what it was. I can be nice… really! Welp then, Till Later~
Peace Out
