Disclaimer:: I don't own StarWars, I wish I did! All the Usual Characters belong to the insane George Lucas. I'm not making any money of this.
" text " = normal/verbal talking
' text ' = thoughts
italics = dreams/vision
//text// = talking through a bond
Sorry everyone for not updating it when I thought I was going to.
lol I got really busy, and I just didn't have the time to type it up.
But here it is now! This part goes out to: Mourning Star, Lou, Santora,
Obi, Nathalie, Brandon T. C, and dark vampire. Enjoy!
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Cue paced his room, with each step he tried to find someway to keep
Rii from having access to the StarFlow.
"My lord, why not just tell the Jedi?" It was warrior who spoke
up, trying to stop the High Lord's pacing. Cue stopped for a moment
and looked at his Bodyguard. He had never gone anywhere without Brett.
Brett was an extremely well built man, towering above most people. His
face and hair were all well kept, even his uniform and weapons all received
tender care.
"It is tempting, however not wise. If we do, then we place ourselves
at great risk." Cue resumed his pacing, and Brett his observation.
"We might have to take extreme measures to keep the StarFlow in our hands."
he related as he completed a turn, his eyes watching the floor in front
of him.
"Extreme measures?"
"If we killed High Lord Pehr now, the blame will be on my head.
Perhaps we need something to persuade the Jedi Master in our favor...."
Cue spilled out the words in a smooth fashion, and stopped his pacing.
"you mean the boy that is with him?" Brett tried to figure out just
what the High Lord wanted done.
"Perhaps....yes...that will do quite nicely..." After a bit of thought,
he rubbed his hands together.
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The next day, Qui-gon stood watching Obi-wan doing his katas. The padawan was only doing the low levels, by his masters request that he should not push himself. It was only those lovely blue-gray eyes that allowed Obi-wan to even be out of bed. The Jedi Master fell victim of that pleading look that Obi-wan used from time to time. The doctor had come earlier this morning to report the good news that, whatever was making Obi-wan sick had no chance of spreading to other people, therefore he would no longer have to wear the breathing mask. That was more then welcome to Obi-wan's ears, the mask had been extremely tight, and made his skin itch.
The boy stopped in the middle of a move, and brought his hands up to his mouth in a fit of coughs. He shut his lightsaber off as he kept on coughing. Qui-gon had to swallow the urge to float over his padawan like a mother hen. After a few moments, the coughing stopped and he ignited his lightsaber again.
"Obi-wan?" The Masters voice was cool, showing none of the concern he
was feeling.
"Yes, Master?" The two words nearly threw him into another coughing
spell, but he fought to keep from it.
"That is enough for today. Go back to your room and rest."
Obi-wan had to stifle his whine. It wasn't that he wasn't tired,
or feeling feverish. It was the mere fact that he might fall asleep.
Might have that nightmare. Every time he nodded off, it was the same
thing. The sound of chains, the snarls, the smell of rotting flesh.
But it wasn't just that he might fall asleep, it was also being in that
room, in that hallway that frightened him. Twice since he had fallen
ill had he heard the same things, only he was awake when he heard them.
His Master had told him that it was probably caused by the sickness, and
that there was nothing to worry about.
"Padawan? Did you hear me?" Qui-gons question startled him back to
reality.
"Yes.....Master" His answer came slowly and almost silently.
Again he shut off the 'saber and started to retrieve his cloak.
"High Lord Perrin has asked me to join him on a short visit to the
StarFlow. I will be leaving in a few hours, and we should be back sometime
tomorrow morning..."Qui-gons brows knitted together when his padawan turned
that frightful gaze toward him.
"I'm to stay here then?" Obi-wan's voice was suddenly empty,
but there was something else in the boys voice that caught the Master off
guard.
"Yes. I will only be gone for 7 hours."
"Can't I go with you?"
"No, you may not."
"I want to go WITH you!" He whipped around to face his Master fully,
his lips pressed in a thin line.
"Your not in the best of health, also if something happens, I need
you here to protect High Lord Pehr." Qui-gon stone mask hid the bewilderment
well.
"No, I'm going with you." Obi-wan tried to keep his voice from sounding
desperate, with little success.
"Padawan! You WILL stay here." The stern mastery of his voice
did not go challenged this time by his apprentice. "Now go back to
your room and rest. Is that clear?"
No answer came from Obi-wan, but his gaze was lowered to the floor.
"Is that CLEAR?" Qui-gon hated that he had to be so stern with
him while he was so sick. Something was upsetting him, but Obi-wan
hadn't acted any differently before now.
"yes...master." It came so quietly, it would of been shattered
if answered any quieter.
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Obi-wan sat at the desk in his room. It had been over 2 hours since his Master had left with High Lord Perrin. And for those two hours, he did exactly what he was doing when his Master sent him to his room. Sitting at the desk, trying to focus on his studies he brought with him. His eyelids hung low, trying to read the chapter on the datapad was getting tiresome, but he would not allow himself to fall asleep.
Chains....clinking together....
Obi-wan opened his eyes. His arms were folded beneath his head, and hunched over on the desk. His heart was pounding, but he didn't know why. A faint noise came from the hall way.
Chains.
His eyes grew wider, but he did not move from his spot. The sound grew louder, and then abruptly stopped. The silence was nerve wracking for Obi-wan. An arm reached down to his belt, feeling for his lightsaber, only to find it not there. A frown slowly came to his lips. He had thrown it on the bed when he first came back to his room.
The door swooshed open, and Obi-wan jumped from his chair, throwing out his hand to call his 'saber. But there it remained on the bed, unmoving, disregarded by it's owner. His wide eyes flew to the door, only to find no one there, the hatch was still open. Flying around the room, his eyes searched for the terror that he knew was there. Perhaps it was finding nothing that made him even more afraid. As his eyes kept searching, he took a step closer to his bed. Then one more.
Something didn't sound right. His footstep sounded....different.
As if he was walking in a puddle of water. Lowering his gaze to the
floor around him. Shiny scarlet pools were on the floor. His
breath caught in his throat, he tried to draw another, but it failed.
He tore his gaze away from the bloody floor and up to the ceiling, his
eyes tightly closed.
"A nightmare...a nightmare.." Something warm dripped on his cheek.
Slowly he opened his eyes, in his view the ceiling. Before him a
body was hanging from the ceiling, with little flesh left on the bone.
Sticky matter glued the remains on the ceiling, the stomach had been ripped
open, and the entrails were also stuck to the ceiling. The face was
partly missing, it's mouth gaping wide, the eyelids torn away, left the
unseeing eyes a constant look of terror.
Obi-wan fell backwards, tumbling over the chair, and landing in one of the pools of blood. It soaked into robes, and suddenly the room became cooler. There was that sound again. The sound of chains started to come from all the hallway again. As he scrambled to get up and too the bed, he slipped and fell again. It soon became clear that this was no nightmare....This was nothing like in his dreams. He could feel the warm blood soaking his clothes, feel the ache in his bones as the temperature grew colder. But there was one major difference. There was no Fog. Every time he had been dreaming the hallways were always heavy with fog. This was not.
He fought to get to his feet again, trying not to slip of the puddles
of blood. He had to close that door. He had too. The
clinking was getting louder, and soon the snarls joined in.
'Force no! I've got to run!' His bloody hands tried to slap the
hatch shut, but with his hands being so slippery he couldn't close
it.
"CLOSE DAMN YOU!" He slammed his hand against the panel, wishing for it to close. The snarls were thundering in his ears, and the rings of the chains were just outside the door. He had to run. He had no other choice. The door would not close, and he would have no chance of getting away if he was trapped here. His hands grabbed the frame of the hatch and he threw himself forward out into the hallway. Something grabbed a hold of him, tightly around the shoulders.
"NOOOOO!" He screamed a plea, then jerked his head backwards in an attempt to get away. The back of his skull came in contact with something, and the arms that were holding him promptly let go. With his opening Obi-wan busted down the hallway, not wishing to look back. He knew it was following him, knew it wouldn't give up following him. He knew there was no where to hide, all he could do is run. And run he did.
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(LOL I left it on another cliffhanger. I'm so bad at doing that!
Um...if you think what just happen was scary...raise your hand...as well
as close your eyes and clover your ears....cuz you haven't seen NOTHING
yet. *evil laughter* )