I"m sorry but the foreword is really long today. Uhm, deal with it?
Culf: Jesus Christ!!! Far out!! Just for effort, you deserve a story!! I didn't get sick of them and i didn't mind them at all. It was interesting to say the least!! You really want that story huh? It's nice to think that someone likes my writing!! How annoyed would you be if it turned out that you'd counted it wrong and that it was Sethoz that was the 100th reviewer instead of you?
I"m sorry that you have to wait for each chapter but i think that you should have time for the last chapter to sink in. If i uploaded the whole thing at once, then you'd more then likely end up skip-reading the whole thing.
I think you've watched SW maybe just a little bit too much!! That doesn't matter, I've watched Muppet Treasure Island so many times I can recite the lines and sing the songs off by heart!! BTW, that's where Mr Bimbo comes from.
Why do ppl like Obi-torture? You should ask the people that like it! Like me, i guess. There could be any amount of reasons. The sadistic side of our nature coming out? Our bloddthirstyness, after all we are predators and 'civilisation' can't dampen that instinct down. Civilisation is foreign but killing is not. Jeez, this is deep philosophy. And i'm just meant to be writing a simple fanfic!
No, I don't like SW. The last movie nearly made me throw up. "Oh, I love yu Anakin!" "I love you too Padme." *Roz is throwing up in the toilet*. "Let's get married!" Roz: Gee, didn't see that coming. But when I write, i turn myself into neutral. If i didn't then i never would be able to write all the essays that I have to in school. But I say there was one good thing in SW, the effects were good. But that didn't make the movie good.
You have the longest answer Culf! Enjoy.
Sethoz: Well, it moves a whole lot faster. It was towards the end that i was getting sick of writing it so i moved it along quicker. I think it gets worse actually, but my parents were getting on my back about being on the computer all the time. ARGH, don't you hate that? Anyway, I hope you like it!
Anna:I LOVE your reviews!! They're so infomative and fascinating!! I know what you mean about computers freezing up, you are forgiven my child! Would I kill off Obi-Wan? The whole story is about him!! It'd be a waste! Well, Caleb sort of hints about Obi-Wan being his 'pleasure slave'. But I just couldn't bring myself to write like that. Besides, if my friends read it, they'd think I was twisted and pornographic. They think i'm weird enough just for writing a SW fic (thats 139 pages long!).
Right country, wrong state. The time thing is weird. You're 6 hours ahead of me but a whole day back. Like i'll upload at 8pm and it'll be 2am at your place but the same day. And daylight savings screws it up even more!! Oh well, the strange thing is that I'm living in the future compared to you!!
I can't believe you wait up all night. ALL NIGHT!!! Far out!! Ugh, school isn't going to start here for another 2 weeks. It'll all be up before then because if it isn't then i'm in trouble. Yep, it's the summer holidays over here and i've been spending my 6 weeks alternatively on here and at the beach. I live 2 mins away from the beach.
Enjoy the story, looking forward to more of your reviews!!
Lighted Eagle: She's cool. Don't worry, i like Obi-torture too. Don't know why......as long as it's not too descriptive. Enjoy the story!
This is the beginning of the end, as I see it. Caleb's character also comes out. And I don't like it....
****Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
- The Windmills Of Your Mind
****Billy put down the glasses that she was carrying with sighed in frustration. The noise of the drunken drinkers could be heard clearly in the back room and the sound of splintering furniture sent her into a near panic.
She rushed back out into the drinking room, just in time to see one of the men pick up a table and bash another man over the head with it. The unfortunate man didn't see it coming and collapsed soundlessly to the ground. The table was a write-off. The man stood holding the remains of the table and glanced around, his eyes glazed as his body overloaded on alcohol and spice. He stepped forward, swaying slightly and raised the rest of the table above his head.
"No!" Billy screamed and tore over to him, "Put that back down NOW!"
The man didn't pay any attention to the slight young woman but let out an inarticulate roar and swiped at her with the table.
Billy dropped to the ground just in time, and watched helplessly as the man destroyed everything in his path. People, glasses, chairs, tables – it was all the same to him in his highly drugged mind.
(No.) Billy wrung her hands (Not again. I only just finished paying for the last time.)
The incident was suddenly closed as the room was lit up with a flash of light and the man was felled.
"Billy!" The bar-owner's voice was loud and lethal. Billy cringed from her place on the ground then hesitantly stood up.
"Here sir."
"What happened here? I only went out for a while, just to stock up on supplies. Explain yourself." The man's eyes were hard as he surveyed the dishevelled girl.
"I was serving people out the front. Everything seemed normal. I took some glasses to wash out the back and that's when it started. A fight between 2 men just blew up and he grabbed the table," Billy pointed to the now steaming dead man. "He just went crazy with it. I came out and told him to stop but he then went for me. Sorry sir." She hung her head and waited for her sentence.
The owner sighed. He'd thought as much. Kenra-tl had never been able to handle his foreign substances. His eyes roved over the room taking in all the damage. It was considerate.
Derek wasn't a hard man. He just looked at things from a business angle. (She needs to learn crowd control) He surmised while looking at the slight figure. "There is quite a lot of damage. Since you were on at the time, and failed to control them, I will take the cost of repairs out of your pay." He laid down his sentence and walked over to the despairing girl.
He laid his hand on her arm and whispered, "For what it's worth. I know that it's not your fault. Now lets start cleaning up." He smiled in an attempt to cheer her up.
Billy nodded and grabbed a broom. As she swept her mind meandered over recent events. It had been two weeks since she and Obi-Wan had attempted escape. She had arrived on this planet 12 days ago. As soon as she had arrived, she knew that she had to get a job. She was going back to get Obi-Wan, but that was impossible without any credits. The day that she had arrived it had been pouring rain. The planet that she was on was a very cold and wet world. Billy had stumbled into the first building she had seen and asked for a place to stay for the night.
Billy smiled at the memory as she thought what she must've looked like to Derek. Wet, bedraggled, shivering, dishevelled and pathetic were the words that sprung to the girl's mind.
Derek had taken pity on her and had taken her in for the night. He had then offered her a job as a barmaid the next day. Billy had gladly accepted.
But this event had set her quite a step backwards. The damage bill was high and it was going to take all her savings and quite a bit more to recuperate the damage bill.
Billy cursed. (Just when things seem to be going on track, something comes out of the blue and knocks it off.)
Derek watched Billy furiously sweeping the floor. The girl had done wonders for business. He nodded absentmindedly while picked up all the unbroken glasses; he had done the right thing in taking her in. Although at the time, Derek wouldn't have said no to anybody in her position. She had looked like a drowned rat and couldn't stop shivering in the pelting rain. Derek had brought her in and given her a good hot meal. It looked like she had needed it badly.
He had seen the crudely burnt tattoo on her arm. 970. The mark of a slave. It hadn't bothered him at the least. So, someone had lost a slave. Their bad luck. To his credit, Derek didn't believe in slavery and had told the frightened young girl so. He had given her a job and made her wear a bandage over the tattoo.
People flocked to his bar, just to be served by the pretty, young girl. She was great for business. With her around, the damage bill would be met quickly.
****Qui-Gon looked around him morosely as they took off from another planet. He had decided to journey to where he had felt Obi-Wan and the Force had backed up his decision.
The Force was elusive when it came to locating his Padawan. It was as if the galaxy had opened up and swallowed the boy whole. The twinges of the Force concerning his Padawan were cryptic and muddled to say the least.
He pessimistic thoughts were broken as River came to join him, "No luck. Again. The next planet that we're going to is called Rhyuakl. ETA – five hours."
Qui-Gon nodded his head, his eyes watching the star streaks, "I understand, thankyou River."
"No problem." River carefully watched the older man, but Qui-Gon said nothing else.
River left quietly.
****Obi-Wan awoke and wished that he hadn't. He wished he were dead. (How long has it been?) His muddled brain tried to think, (One….no……two weeks. This had been going on for two weeks.)
Two weeks of torture. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and hoped for death.
****Several pairs of analytical eyes watched him.
"He doesn't know how he entered the system." A man in a white lab coat informed the master who was standing alongside him, his eyes on the crumpled heap on the floor.
"You are sure about this?" The master asked, his eyes still on the boy.
"Yes. He has been given enough truth serum, that lying is impossible. He has gone through rigorous questioning, using pain to break him. If the boy knew, he would tell us. Even the machines pick up the fact that he is not lying. The boy tells the truth when he says he doesn't know how he got into the mainframe." The man sweated while he gave the information to the master. You did not want to upset the master – if you wanted to live.
"Good." The master quickly made up his mind, remembering his deal with Caleb, "I will take him now."
"Now sir?" The man questioned, surprised etched on his face.
"Yes now. His services are needed elsewhere."
"I understand sir. But he will not be functional for around three days."
(Good. That will buy him time.) The master thought but made no reply.
The door was palmed open and the semi-conscious boy was carried to the master's private room.
The master called in the droid and asked it to bring Caleb. "Repeat it."
"The master wishes to see you Caleb. The boy is ready to be taken." The droid followed the command and repeated its instructions.
"Good. Leave now." The man steepled his fingers in front of him and was deep in thought when the man in question stepped in through the door. He didn't even look up but said, "There he is. You may have him. Our business is done now – let us take our leave of each other."
Caleb didn't even notice the clinical tone in the master's voice but was entranced by the sight of the bruised and bloody boy in front of him. "He's……….beautiful." He whispered reverently and continued in the same breath, "You didn't tell me how beautiful he is. Perfect bone structure, the lean muscles beneath the rippling skin. He is a truly magnificent animal."
At those words the master's ego rebelled, "I didn't tell you because you are a psychopath!" The words were out of his mouth before he realised he had said them.
Caleb didn't even notice but continued to stare at the boy, "Thankyou for such a wonderful gift friend. I do not know how to repay you."
The master waved his hand in hopelessness, "Just take him and go."
Caleb's eyes glowed as he reverently picked the battered boy up, "Yes. I will talk to you later friend." He turned to a droid beside him and snapped out a string of commands. He followed the droid out and the master watched with leaden eyes as the door shut behind him.
The master sunk into his chair, feeling infinitely older then he really was. (The boy is doomed. He just should've died.)
****It had been a week since Obi-Wan had been transferred to Caleb's care. After the initial healing period that he had gone through he realised what an animal Caleb was. The man himself didn't seem that bad but his actions spoke louder then any words. And they were cruel.
He was standing listening with half an ear while his new master laid down the rules of the house.
"You will kneel while in my presence. You will not speak to anyone else except me, your master. You will call me master when you speak to me. You will not speak to me unless I command you to speak. You will do everything that I say. Everything. If I tell you to jump, you jump. If I ask you to execute someone, you do it." Caleb carefully watched the boy's expression at his last command. As he expected horror and rebellion flashed across its youthful features.
"I will not." The slave spoke vehemently.
"Careful. You just broke several of the rules." Caleb nodded to the guards around him and they laid into the boy with pleasure; bringing him gasping and retching to the ground. "Now, I do not like using such…….er…..drastic tactics, it does seem so……primitive, but I will do so to control you. Besides, if you do not execute the slave, I will personally take the slave and torture him slowly to death – and I will make you watch as his pain-filled screams fill your ears and his eyes slowly lose their light." Caleb shrugged as if the issue didn't bother him, which it didn't.
Obi-Wan looked up to see if Caleb was telling the truth and what he saw made his stomach churn. (He would do it, and he would enjoy it.)
"Eyes boy." Caleb whispered a warning.
Obi-Wan obediently lowered his eyes.
"Good. If you break the rules you will be severely punished. Understand?" Caleb asked.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes……." The young Jedi paused, the rules chafing against his spirit, "……arsehole!"
Caleb's eyes flashed and he saw red, "Guards. Reprimand the young slave." He turned abruptly on his heel and strode swiftly away down the hall.
Obi-Wan's heart leapt and the cold fingers of fear started to curl around him as the guards gave a evil crackle and crowded around the young boy.
Caleb gave a grim smile as he heard the screams coming from down the hall he had just left. He pushed off the wall that he had been leaning against and continued on his journey away from the cries of pain from the young slave.
"The boy will learn."
****Caleb gazed at the boy kneeling in front of him with an expression between curiosity and impatience. The boy had refused to do anything that he said.
(Good. This will make it more interesting.) His smile grew wider and his teeth gleamed white.
(His canines make him look like a vampire.) Obi-Wan wearily thought.
"I tire of your antics boy. When will you learn that you must follow my orders and obey every word that I utter?" Caleb threw his hands into the air for emphasis and glared at the boy protestingly kneeling in front of him.
Obi-Wan threw his angry eyes up onto the man above him, cursed and shouted, "I will never listen to you! You are a sick, pathetic, sadistic animal. The world would be such a better place if someone shoved a goddamn knife through your stomach!" The boy stopped suddenly, shocked at what had just erupted from his mouth. His face became grim. (There, I just told you what I think of you old man. Let's see how you take it. The worst you can do is beat me even more.)
An expression of rage rushed furiously across Caleb's face but he calmly said, "Bring in a slave."
The guard stepped forward confused, "What slave?"
"ANY SLAVE!" Caleb screamed, his veins standing out.
"Y-yes sir!" The guard saluted hurriedly and went outside. Ten seconds later he had returned with an older male slave in tow. "The slave you requested sir."
Obi-Wan watched the proceedings with a confused and slightly suspicious air. (What is the meaning of this?)
Caleb sneered, "Now, you will begin to learn the consequences of your actions."
Obi-Wan frowned, then an expression of horror flitted across his youthful features. (No. Oh god no, he's not…..he wouldn't!) Before the boy could react Caleb had grabbed the guards blaster and shot the slave through the stomach.
The slave gasped and sunk to his knees. Caleb grabbed the mortally wounded slave by the hair and roughly dragged him over to the still-kneeling boy.
Caleb smirked, "The wound I have given this slave is mortal. Unfortunately for him, it is also a slow and very painful wound. He will die slowly and in great pain my young friend." The slave in question was desperately trying to cover his wounds with his hands while screaming in pain.
Obi-Wan's heart wrenched and his stomach dropped out as the dying slave's eyes focussed on the young boy. "Why……?" The slave's lips formed the question and he gasped it out between his cries.
"I'm sorry……" It was all that Obi-Wan could think to say. Caleb thrust the dying slave's head into the boy's lap.
"You will hold him until he dies. You will live knowing that you were the cause of an innocent slaves death." Caleb sneered, playing on the boys empathy, "You will live knowing that the last thing that this slave sees is your face. The cause of his death." Caleb left but before he exited the room he spoke ominously, his voice smug:
"Maybe next time, young slave – you will listen to your master."
****(Screw this!) Obi-Wan thought once more as he surveyed his surroundings. It had been about two days since the murder of the slave and Obi-Wan had tried to do what Caleb told him, but everything the man said just grated on the boy.
(There's no way that I'm going to be able to do what he says. If every time I resist he kills a slave then I guess I've only got one choice. Leave.) Obi-Wan smiled grimly as he continued to viciously scrub the ground beneath him.
For another two days he planned his route carefully and that night he left.
Three hours later the guards dragged him back.
****C'mon! Review or else you won't find out what happens to poor young Obi-Wan Kenobi!!
I can't believe that I got over 100 reviews! Thankyou to all you beautiful reviewers out there!! I LOVE YOU ALL!! From now on, I swear I will review every story I read. You guys mean so much to me!! *starts sniffing* Oh! Thankyou so much, thankyou so so much!! *starts bawling* I LOVE YOU!!! *starts to calm down* And may the Force be with you....*mutters* I can't believe that I just said that.....