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
First off I want to say how sorry I am, about slipping from different
tenses. I'm normally tired when I write these so I don't tend to
read them back over. Later on, my gf will beta them, and I'll upload
the corrected chapters. SOrry this chapter is so short. I was
having to strain by brain. As for it being NC-17, it's mainly for
the Gore....trust me it is going to get much worse...^_^
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Obi-wan walked those halls again. Strangely there had been no snarls, no chains, and most of all, no one. It was so unlike the nightmares he had been having. He could feel the Force warming him, and comforting him. Slowly he turned down a hall, walking the way to his shared apartment with his Master. He stopped just before the door, his hand palming the controls. With a hiss, it slid open. Obi-wan had expected to see the apartment filled with bodies. But no such sight appeared.
Qui-gon sighed lightly, as answered the comm link. Obi-wan had
showed no change, nor any signs that he might wake. He had tried
to hard to reach his padawan through the link, but found it silent in response.
"Jinn." He spoke into the link, as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Master Jedi, I wish to speak to you in private. It's very urgent."
The voice belonged to Cue Perrin.
Qui-gon's thick brow twitched. The High Lord was nervous about
something, there was also fear hidden behind the well trained voice.
"Very well, when?"
"Please come to my quarters right away!"
"On my way." He clicked off his end of the comm, taking one more look
at his Padawan. Quickly, he sent a force suggestion to the youth,
to make sure he wouldn't wake up in his absents. With one more look
around the room, he left, making his way through the halls as quickly as
possible. He didn't like the idea of leaving Obi-wan alone, he didn't
want to leave him alone anymore. But it could not be helped.
After a short time he arrived at the High Lord's room. Ringing
the chime, he waited. And waited. And waited. He rung
it again, then tried to hail the Lord through the comm. There was
no answer. He palmed the control panel, but the door did not open.
Using the Force, he unlocked the door. When it slid open, he was
beholding a sight that he had already seen once already.
"Oh...Force." He turned his head, away from the blood soaked room.
Cue's Head was near the door, his eyes lids ripped from his face. He reached
over and closed the hatch, then fished for his comm link.
"This is Qui-gon Jinn. High Lord Cue is dead."
Chains.
Obi-wans eyes fluttered open. Slowly he sat up, pushing himself
to the side of the bed. In his mind he was still with in the Temple
halls. However he was far from sleepwalking. He could feel
his Masters Force signature, it felt so warm, and caring, but his master
wasn't there. His bare feet sounded dull against the tiled floor.
A shiver racked his body due to only being in his sleep pants. Walking
ever so slowly and carefully he went to find his Master.
"Don't..."
He turned down a hallway.
"Don't go..."
It Only took a few moments for doctors, and police officials to get there. Many gagged at the sight of the High Lord's body. It was if something had ripped him from limb to limb. His organs littered the lovely tile floor, and blood was thrown every where. Qui-gon had finished giving his report to the person in charge. It had to of happen only heartbeats after he was contacted by Cue. The fear that was hidden in the High Lord's voice repeated in his head. He was afraid for his life, and what ever he was afraid of got to him first. Again his eyes swept the room as people carefully avoided the puddles of blood, then stopped on one odd looking smear. The outline was the same as the bruises on Obi-wan's arms. Looking around, he found more of the same, upon the ceiling, and the walls.
Obi-wan stepped around what he thought were two Jedi, and he entered what he thought was his shared apartment with his Master. It didn't strike him as odd, that he had just left there to go there. As he took a few steps into the room, he realized he was stepping in something wet. He dropped his gaze to the floor, finding scarlet pools gleaming back at him. He took a sharp breath. All the images from his nightmares flashed through his mind, but it was something else that threw him into shock. There was a head not too far in front of him. The dead eyes of his Master was staring at him.
"Blood.....there's...so much blood."
Qui-gon attention was shattered as Obi-wan's voice came from behind
him. He turned around quickly, finding his padawan in his sleep pants,
his eyes wide, and in shock.
"It's red....my...master's blood.." The youths voice was overly clam
as he spoke.
"Obi-wan?" he questioned, unsure if he heard him right.
"My...Masters....blood. no....No..." His screams filled the air
as he ran forward his arm reaching out for the severed head. Qui-gon
grabbed tightly around his padawan, his cries ringing his ears. Obi-wan
kept reaching, his finger tips barely brushing the cold flesh, his cries
quieted down slightly. The Jedi Master, cupped Obi-wans chin in his
hand, and held him back just enough to look into the terror filled eyes.
"Look here....It's me...Qui-gon...Your Master!"
Tears poured down those tender cheeks.
"The blood.....There's so much blood."
"Look at me! Just look at me, Padawan!" Those ice blue eyes normally
stone cold, where brimming with tears.
"Red blood..." The boy's eyes started into nothing, not understanding.
"Look AT ME!! PLEASE! Just look at me, Obi-wan!" Qui-gon screamed
at him, desperate to gain some sort of response.
"M...Master's....blood..." the words had come in a broken whisper,
and with it his broken sanity.
"Oh Force...Obi-wan.....please...snap out of this!" He held his young
charge tighter. All eyes were on the two, as he picked him
up, and carried him from the room. One of the doctors followed him.
It had been nearly a day. Qui-gon hadn't left Obi-wan's side.
He stared into the boy's eyes. Obi-wan's eyes had been wide open
since the shock, but there was nothing behind them. For all those
hours he hadn't responded to anything, his empty gaze straight ahead.
Qui-gon had called the Temple, reporting everything that had happen.
This was so far out of his reach, he didn't know how he could help his
padawan. The Master could only watch, knowing nothing of the nightmares,
knowing nothing of what hunted him. The Temple had sent a Mind Healer,
but he wouldn't arrive for another 2 days, and Qui-gon didn't know if he
could stand seeing his apprentice like this anymore. He would
have to wait for the Mind Healer, it was all he could do.
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(Like I said...short...I've got the main path I want it to take...it's
just putting stuff to fill that up in between. ~_~ I need to go to bed..)