Boo! Guess what? IM BACK!! ::evil grin::
And with sooo many new ideas and plots and lol ok I won't go on too much.
And wanna thank you all sooo much for all those reviews. I leave for like a month and I come back to ppl getting ready to kill me… well luckily for you that's enough motive to get me to work faster… or not.
N e wayz, on u read!
Truth and Lies
Showdow opened the door a smug grin on his face. This was going to be fun to say the least. Well, fun for him. The boy would, of course, be devastated. Just what he wanted.
Looking at the two girls staring at each other in dead silence he let out a low laugh. "Did I interrupt something here?"
Sir snorted. "What you care?"
"Watch that mouth brat. You want more trouble from it then you have gotten already?" He spat. Turning to Zae-Non he smile. "Kenobi wants to see you, but I'm afraid it won't be a happy visit. You, unfortunately, are going to be dead."
The older girl made no movement, no sign of surprise, no fear laced over her beaten features. But instead the carver noticed a small faint smile on her pale lips. She was accepting the fact that she was going to die… in a way.
The young Padawan on the other hand had a few words to put in. "Dead?! Oh, no! I don't care how much it hurts me but I will make sure you are not going to kill her!"
"And what are you going to do about it?" Came the swift reply.
"Get me too."
Zae-Non sighed. "Siri shut up." She said harshly. "I am not going die knowing that Adi will come here as well finding her Padawan dead."
Showdow merely smiled. "That all can be arranged just for you."
"No it won't be" Zae-Non said through clenched teeth.
Showdow shook his head as he starred at the older blond. She was so much like Mik. Always willing to be the one in front of the blaster, willing to shove the other out of the way. But he was the past… his past. Silently chastising himself the carver walked over to Zae-Non and lowered the shields around her cell.
"Come on." He said ruffly picking her up and holding her up by her blistering arms. She let out a shout of pain before trying to struggle away. "Oh don't even try it."
The girl creased her lips together in anger and pain as she fought to get away from the alien holding her up. "Get off!" She shrieked at her burns and tears fell softly down to the floor.
"Oh I don't think so." The carver held his hold on her arm tighter and she let out a another cry, but yielding to stop her efforts. "Fine you want me to let go?"
Letting his grip on the girl lesson she fell hard to the marble floor, with a groan. She lay there tears slowly finding their way down her cheeks, her bloodied shoulders shaking with her small sobs.
"Quit your blubbering." Kneeling next to her he laughed menacingly. "I was going to do this in front of your friend, but with you acting like a five year old I'll do it here."
Taking out a needle from his belt he took off the covering and tested it. The silver liquid swirled around in a metallic cloud as he shook it up. A small smile passed over his grim features and he roughly jammed the sharp point into the Jedi's neck. Her face cringed then relaxed as the liquid slowly slipped into her blood stream.
Showdow laughed as she girl spoke to herself quietly.
The older Padawan closed her eyes then pushed herself up onto her knees. Taking a deep breath she prepared for what she knew would come. She was preparing to become one with the Force. Death was now but a step away from her shoulder.
Showdow smiled as a dull thud could be heard from a falling figure.
"Zae-Non!" Siri screamed from the other side of the lab. "Force, no…" Sobs ripped from the young girls lips and despite her broken bones she leapt up to her feet. "You… you bastard!! How could you?!"
The carver smiled insanity returning to his beady eyes. "Easily enough."
*****
Obi-Wan wiped the tears in his eyes that relentlessly fell to the floor around him. Pain, loss, guilt. Everything come through in the small droplets and each feeling shattered his spirit just as the tear did on the white tiling.
The door creaked open and Showdow strode in grin on his face and Zae-Non in his arms. The boy looked away. She was… so still. So pale, so lifeless.
Tears came to the Padawan's eyes. The carver wasn't lying. She was dead.
Zae-Non's pale face was emotionless and her limbs hung loosely down towards the ground her chest could not be seen rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern, but instead it was still. Her blonde hair seems to have lost its brightness, turned a bleak color of nothing.
"So now you believe me Kenobi?" The carver smiled and let out another low laugh. "I told you I lied once, but that's it."
"Z…" The boy shook his head. "No, I won't believe you. I'm behind a Force dampening field if she is really dead and these walls were down I would not be able to sense her."
The alien nodded. "Fine by me."
The trust in the carver's eyes, he was not nervous, he was not scared, he was not lying.
The walls around the boy slowly fell and the Force flowed to him. She did not.
"Would you like a closer look boy?" Showdow walked swiftly up to Obi-Wan and dropped Zae-Non to the floor with a sickening thud in front of him. "That would have hurt huh? If she was able to feel it."
Pulling himself up Obi-Wan grunted at the pain and reached out towards his friend. His hand stopped and hesitated, as he was right above her white cheek. He could not sense her, she was not breathing, she was… gone.
"No!" Obi-Wan fell to the floor and pounded a fist hard. Sobs over took the youth as he starred out at his passed friend. "How could you!? You have no heart you cold bastard!"
Showdow smiled and shrugged at the insult. "You know it really was a shame that she had to betray all that you brats believed in. I thought she would have died like a Jedi. I mean who could imagine your friend breaking down in her last breaths. On her knees crying, screaming, sobbing about who she wished Sage had never taken her as an apprentice."
He paused savoring the disbelief and shock in the Padawan's eyes. "How she wished you and Qui-Gon never saved her. How she wished she had died when she was so sick as a child or on a mission. How she wished her dad or Garmandi had killed her or that her parents never gave her up. How much she wished she hadn't met Mik."
A twisted smile.
"How much she hated him." The final words were hissed out slowly.
Obi-Wan looked up his eyes narrowing and for the first time his sea change eyes turn dark. His hatred shown in his glare and his need for revenge in his ragged breathe. The Force slipped away and darkness took its turn flowing through the Jedi.
"You…" He growled coldly through gritted teeth. "She would never say that!!!" He shouted.
Darkness gave the boy strength to get up… to walk forwards. To get to his target. To help kill that carver.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath and laughed coolly at the shocked face of the alien that stood before him. It was the carver's turn to feel the icy cold touch of death to his black heart.
*****
Qui-Gon felt it for that brief moment. The darkness was overwhelming, the hatred so pure and bitter. The vengeance he could feel from Obi-Wan. His Padawan had touched the Dark Side with such ease, such need.
Sitting up in the pitch black the Master reached out through their bond and retreated with shock. The anger was all he could find… then nothing.
What had driven his Padawan to touch such evil? To resort to such madness?
To hold the darkness.
What had Showdow done.
*****
Taking another step towards Showdow Obi-Wan hesitated. What was he doing? Zae-Non would not want him to resort to this. Not on her death. She cared not for herself, but only everyone else.
The carver took this moment of distraction and place an easy kick to the boy's stomach leaving him to fall hard to the marble floor. He dragged the crying boy and put the shields back up. Grabbing Zae-Non, he went to the door and slammed it without another word. He was scared that he was at such a vulnerable point.
The boy could see it, sense it, but did not use it. He could not bring himself to wield the Dark Side. But he had given in. He had failed.
Obi-Wan curled up as his face tightened as tears began to fall once more. His shoulder began to shake.
Left in silence to linger on his failure and on death great heavy sobs wracked the Jedi's broken body unmercifully.
I'm not even sure if I should ask for feedback on this… I did on JC and I think there is a hunting party being planned for me… ::innocent smile::… but really I don't see why… Till Later~
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