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
Well here it is!! there's not much, but it should make you wonder
about what is REALLY going on! ^_^ AHAHAHA anyway...this
is going out to: KenobisGirl, shen panda, ewan's girl, Nathalie, and dark
vampire!
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Qui-gon stumbled backwards, his hands clasping his now bloody nose. His eyes watered, making his vision blurry, as he watched Obi-wan run down the hallway, and disappear down one of the many hallways. They had cut the trip 3 hours short, after Qui-gon did all but threaten High Lord Perrin to go back. The man oddly was relentless to go back so soon, and many times it was if Cue wished to tell the Jedi Master something. He had felt a surge through the bond, and it did not sit well with the Jedi Master. The surge was absolute terror. Now Qui-gon understood what was behind Obi-wan's voice. Betrayal. His heart sank to his stomach as he started to follow his apprentice. He had betrayed Obi-wan. A Master was suppose to protect his padawan. He had left him when Obi-wan needed him the most.
"Master Jedi!" Rii ran after Qui-gon, who was chasing after his charge.
He had no chance of catching up to the Jedi's speed, his steps slowed,
then came to a stop.
"Guard!" Rii called down the hall to one of the posted guards.
"Yes m'lord?" The young guard came running up.
"Escort me to the Gardens."
"As you wish, m'lord." The guard saluted, and fell in step behind
High Lord Pehr.
Obi-wan found himself in the gardens. He wasn't sure how he got
there with all the turns he had taken down hallways unknown to him.
Once there he stopped running. He felt safe here. It reminded
him of the Temple. Strangely enough it was laid out almost like the
Temple Gardens. He found a spot hidden from the main path, and there
he tried to calm himself down. He could no longer hear the chain
or the snarls, but that lifeless gaze stayed with him. As the imaged
flashed in his head again, he dropped to the soft grass below him.
Bringing his knees to his chest, his head bowed, trying to quite the sobs
that were trying to escape him.
A hand was placed on top of one of his folded arms. The skin
was clammy, yet heat sprung from it. It softly squeezed then let
go.
"...no cry...." The voice was a soft, warm whisper. Obi-wan raised
his head just a little, already knowing what he was going to see.
The small gray creature was squatted down before him, it's big green eyes
reflecting the planets light in the dark gardens. Though not
verbally crying, tears were streaming down Obi-wan's face. He did not flinch
when the creature reached up with one of it's over sized fingers and brushed
at the wet cheek.
"..tears.....afraid..." It's voice was thick with sadness, grief.
At time the young Jedi could hear an almost human voice from it, but it
quickly was covered by the rough hisses, when it tried to speak.
"Do you have a name?"
"....allith..." the name came slow, almost as if the creature had forgotten
it.
"Thank you, Allith." It was a small whisper and was all Obi-wan could
manage to say. His Master had left him. Qui-gon knew just how
scared he was. Didn't he? Couldn't he feel his fear?
His eyes dropped from the huge green orbs and back to the grass at his
feet.
"..not alone....I with..." A hand patted the top of Obi-wans
foot. The boy gave a sad smile, but soon the smile faded.
It was coming.
Unlike before, there were no sounds of chains, no snarls, but that feeling
of a cold darkness bit into him. The creature cowered down, rounding
it's shoulder, it's neck stretched out to see past a boulder that was blocking
the view to the main path.
"Hide...Hide.." it's hand waved in front of the boys face, as it whispered
for him be safe.
Obi-wan did not want to go, and so he did not move.
"Goooo...run..hide!" It hissed again, begging with the Jedi padawan.
There was worry in Allith's eyes, and he could feel it's spirit begging
him to go, pleading with him to run. Slowly Obi-wan got to his feet,
and Allith, the creature bolted through the bushes, making a lot of noise
as it went about it's way. Obi-wan, on the other hand, ran the other
way as Allith tried to draw the evil away, but what the little creature
had in mind, didn't go as it had wanted. A strong grip clasped on
to Obi-wan's arms, causing him to cry out. Suddenly he was lifted
off the ground and the grip on his arm's tightened, threatening to break
his arms. Hot breaths pulsed down his neck, and a stench filled his
nose. The smell was so strong, it caused him to gasp for air, until
his world faded into darkness.
Qui-gon ran down another hallway. He was sure Obi-wan had come
this way. His fear left a trail that any force sensitive could
pick up on. The Master tried and tried again to contact his padawan
through the bond they shared, but he was only answered by screams, and
cries for help from his apprentice's mind. He turned the corner,
where he entered the Garden. Walking the path, he soon came
upon something he would of rather not of seen. Rii Pehr's arms where
wrapped around Obi-wan, supporting the youths weight. There was blood
splattered across Rii's face, and clothes, as well as Blood on Obi-wan's
tunic. The blood belonged to a guard, who was now in pieces, limbs
scattered the ground, droplets of blood gathered on leaves and blades of
grass. Quickly he ran up to Rii, taking his Padawan from him.
"What happened here?!" Qui-gon's calm voice did not reveal the horror
that was washing over him.
"After you ran off, I called one of my guards to help me look for your
apprentice, and when we..." Rii's voice cracked as he heaved his lungs
with air.
"...when we found him...he just through his hands out and....and.."
The High Lord motioned to the parts of the guard.
'no...Obi-wan wouldn't of done that....He couldn't of done this..'
He looked down at the youths face, the dull throb of his nose reminded
him of what just took place a few moment's earlier.
"Are you alright?" Qui-gon shifted Obi-wan in his arms, while looking
at the High Lord.
"I'm okay.." The young rulers voice trembled slightly, but soon a glare
came to his face as Cue Perrin showed up.
"What's going on?!" Perrin's voice bellowed, as he, Brett and
another guard came to stop near them. Perrin's eyes flickered to
the dead guard, and almost immediately he was over come by sickness.
His hand flew to his mouth, as he tried to keep the content of his food
down.
"By the gods...." Cue uttered, then looked at Rii. His
eyes narrowed, but did not go beyond that.
Qui-gon hadn't missed it. Rii started back with almost a smug
look on his face, while Cue called for people to come seal off the Garden's.
"I'm taking my padawan back to his room....I need to see if I find
out what happened." He coolly stated, not waiting for either of the
High Lords reply.
As he trudged the hallways, a faint patter kept following him. Qui-gon turned down another hallway, and pushed out with the Force, but found nothing. It took longer to get back to Obi-wan's room. The hatch was still open when he returned, and after he entered he closed it. Nothing was amiss in the boys room, only the chair next to the desk had fallen. Carefully he laid Obi-wan down, and started to remove the bloodstained robes. He was about to turn away when deep bruises on his padawan's arms caught his keen eyes. Leaning close to examine them he finds them to be strangely claw like. He makes a note to have that looked at, and as well as inform the Jedi Council of the current events.
The Jedi Master groaned. How would he tell the Council? As he took another step, his foot hit against something on the floor. Looking down he finds a datapad, and he bends down to pick it up. As he stands back up he notices a reflection in the black screen. Slowly he raises his gaze to the ceiling, finding a brownish stain painting the white ceiling. He had never noticed that before, true he did not exactly study the ceiling before either, but surly it would of caught his attention. Pain explodes through his nose as he sneezes. It was going to be a big black spot by tomorrow morning, and swollen. Placing the bloody robes in the bath room, Qui-gon soaks a wash towel in a small washing bowl. Once back to the bedside, he sits down slowly and carefully, and starts to wash the blood from Obi-wans face and hair.
Things would be explained later. He was sure that Obi-wan would never do harm another living being. The thought the guards body torn and ripped like that, only defends his apprentices image even more. If Obi-wan had used the Force to do that, he would of felt the surge of power. But he felt nothing. He left his mind to wonder, never noticing the pair of large green eyes that watched the scene from the small windows.
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(welp not cliffhanger this time!! So what you guys think?
WHo's the real bad guy?!?! MUAHAHAHAH!! *runs off with a box of cookies*
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