Here's a long one for ya!!!!!
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The training room was much like the one at the Temple. Mats padding the floor, weapons hanging waiting for use on the far wall, the room split in different sections. Saber training with a wide corner for free movements, and a boxing bag hanging in the middle of the opposite corner. that was always Padme's favorite section.
The Jedi didn't really physically fight too much, so they didn't practice that, but Padme loved taking out her frustration out on the punching bag. It always helped her relieve stress, she even had one when she was Queen. She started to walk toward the bag when Vorsha grabbed her arm and pulled her to the Saber training corner.
"Saber practice first" He grinned "Physical later."
"Alright." She agreed trying her best not to show her anger towards him.
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For hours Vorsha kept her in the Saber training area of the Training room, practicing her 'Darkside moves'. She was actually very good, her reflexes were about as good as they can get. Anakin taught her well... Vorsha concluded blocking yet another one of her parries. She is almost better than me! She was good, and she was only getting better with every swing.
Though she was tired, worn out, and sweating, she kept up her fear some attacks on Vorsha. Anything really to stall time. It was a race against the clock, and she was doing her best to beat it. But was the best she could do good enough?
Anything to stall time, and certain events, she did. She kept her attacks, even though she was long ago worn out. Deep down she knew that she would have to give in to Vorsha before he figured out what was going on. She knew Vorsha would never let her get past this for days through, she only hoped Anakin would arrive sooner rather than later.
She knew she had to do this, but she couldn't get over the fact that she would be betraying Anakin. He would hate her for it, and she could do nothing to stop it, if she ever wanted to even see him again. No! He will understand! he has to! She cried out in her head as she continued to attack Vorsha.
She racked her mind for a way to make Anakin understand, but no matter what she planned to say she still didn't think she sounded convincing, nothing could explain the mistakes she was going to have to make, all to get back to him.
*****
Through her frustrating thoughts, Padme finally was able to get a good hit on Vorsha and he fell, laughing, to the padded ground, smiling proudly, which confused Padme, seeing how she had just beaten him. As she stared at Vorsha, still laying on the floor, she noticed that he wasnt all that bad looking, but what he did to her, made him look so bad. then she brought her mind back to what just happened; she used the Darkside. But it felt good! her mind answered back to her. NO! She screamed back in her head.
She continued to stare at Vorsha, his eyes darkening with every laugh and every smile, but he abruptly reached out his hand, as if it were a rule for the winner to help the loser up. Or thats what Padme thought it was. She reached out and grabbed his hand, ready to pull back up when he yanked her down ontop of him, and then rolling them over and so he was now pinning her to the ground, as if he had just won.
"Well done my dear." He looked upon her.
"I learn from the best.." She made it sound as if she was complimenting him, even though she was really complimenting Anakin.
When she smiled after her comment Vorsha swooped down in a quick moment and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Padme started to pull back, but she knew if she did, Vorsha would know. This was it. She had to so this.
"You can tease me no longer." He whispered against her lips. "I need you now, I know you feel the same."
Padme said nothing, though in her heart she was deeply disagreeing, she wanted nothing more than to end this, but the time had come.
Vorsha pushed his lips deeper into hers for another kiss, leaving Padme to dream of Anakin, and his dream to come true. He was winning, he got her.
***Padme woke the next morning alone, cold and.... Naked?! And laying in the same bed she had been the night before. She didn't exactly know what had happened last night, and she was a little happy for that, but she really wanted to know, even though, she pretty much already did. Everything from the night before were a blur, and if they blur to her, that means it was a mistake.
I had to do it! Padme scolded herself. He would have found out!
She sat up in the bed the tangled sheets rapped around her small form, her long, curly black hair flowing over her shoulders, the thoughts of what might have happened during the night were nagging at he head, she felt like she was about to explode with anger. All she wanted to do right now was scream and break something.
"I need to wear off this anxiety, and before Vorsha gets back." She hopped of the bed the sheets still wrapped around her, and she walked into the massive closet. She dressed in yet another black jumpsuit, almost identical to the one she wore the night before. Her hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail, a few strands already falling to the sides of her face. She walked across the room to exit the room when she saw a note stuck to the mirror on her vanity. It was a note from Vorsha.
Love, I had some important business to attend to, I will see you later tonight for dinner.
She dropped the note to the desk of the vanity and continued to walk out of the room. Important business.... What am I? Just a pleasure toy!?
She opened the door and to her surprise it was unlocked. I guess he trusts me after last night.
When she entered the training room, she headed straight for the punching bag, she saw the lightsabers that her and Vorsha had used thrown deactivating on the ground, and her utility beat and other things from her outfit. She disregarded it, and continued to head straight for the bag in the center of the room.
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Anakin still in his meditative trance walked up to an old rustic door to a shut down store in the back of a cold wet alley. Obi-Wan and Starr looked from behind as he stared at the door as if it was about to open any second. Anakin looked at the door a long door a long time before he pulled out of the trance and turned back to his Master.
"She's in there." He pulled his lightsaber from his utility belt, and quickly activated.
"Anakin?" Obi-Wan questioned worringly when he saw what Anakin was doing.
"Anakin didn't answer, he completely ignored him, and cut through the rusted lock and kicked the door in. The air the flowed out from the darkened hallway from behind the fallen door, was old and stale.
Fits the description of her cell. Anakin stepped inside the narrow hallway, using his lightsaber as a guide light, with Obi-Wan and Starr following quickly behind him.
The soft blue glow omitting from his Anakin's lightsaber clearly lit the long hallway shining bright down to the end, revealing another rusted door. As he walked up to the door, the sound of his humming lightsaber seem to echo louder with every step.
When he arrived at the door he turned back to Obi-Wan and gave him a hesitated glare. He looked back to the door and he noticed that it was just a normal door, no lock. He reached out and slowly twisted the knob, fearing what might be in the other side. He turned the knob and he squeaky noise of the joints joined the echoing noise of his lightsaber. They couldn't be quiet if they had to.
He slowly pulled the door open and a bright light filled all their vision. Anakin took one step in before he was pushed back.
"HALT THERE!"
****** Anakin was startled for a moment, but he was not about to give up now. He had come to far, and this was personal. This was Padme. He quickly gathered his senses before the Trooper had a chance to grab them.
"You will let us pass." Anakin waved his hand in front of the guard as he was about to speak.
"You can pass." The guard moved to the side and the group pass by, he quite sure of his decision, but he let them through.
"Tell no one of our entrance." Obi-Wan waved his hand in front of the guard as he walked past.
"Yes, Sir." The Trooper nodded.
Anakin turned around and gave Obi-Wan confused look and when he stayed silent with a broad smile plastered on his face Anakin just burst out his thoughts.
"What was that for Master?!" His voice filled with curiosity. Obi-Wan just smiled, but when he saw Starr was siding with Anakin and wanting to know what it was for he finally answered.
"You can never be too safe." He boasted out his chest, seeming to be proud. " And besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I?"
They all had a short laugh, but no matter what the subject, nothing could change the foul mood. Anakin just turned around, satisfied with the answer and continued to lead them down stark white hallway, that they had entered from the outside world.
They were getting closer. Much closer.
*****
Padme was still taking her frustration out on the large black punching bag suspended from the ceiling. She was wearing big think black boxing gloves, and her stray hair was sticky annoyingly to her sweaty face. She may not have been n her best of moments, but she was still beautiful.
Where are you? She heard Vorsha question nervously in a bond he had created with her the night before.
In the training room why? Padme stopped punching the bag and questioned back confused.
Your in danger! Stay where you are, I will be there shortly. Vorsha shut out the bond before she had a chance to argue.
Padme, finally realizing what that "danger" maybe, had a smile come across her features. The only thing that could danger her, and the Sith, was Anakin. She went back to punching the suspending bag, this time she was filled with excitement and concentration. She had worked out her plan before, but it was almost time to work it out, she couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt Anakin, but if she wanted her life back, it was the only way out.
She sighed deeply as she continued to punch the bag, and her energy changed to frustration once again. Vorsha would be coming soon.
*****
Anakin twisted and turned through the many hallways. he swore he could almost smell the sweet scent of her luscious perfume, and the smell of her lilac hair as they slowly inched closer to where the Force told him her destination was.
Suddenly the flow of the Force around him dropped and he stopped in his tracks. Starr and Obi-Wan almost ran right into him, but they caught themselves quickly and went back to looking around them, checking out their surroundings. Anakin just stood there. Standing in front of a set of swinging double doors. There was windows looking into the door and when he looked in, still confused from the lack of Force, he saw a young woman with hair as black as pitch, punching furiously at a hanging punching bag. He couldn't see her face, but something inside told him that this person resembled Padme.
Her height was the same, and the way her body moved. He watched her move, not changing his stare, and afraid to blink, for the fear of missing something. She swung around as the bag came swinging back to her and she faced towards the door, finally revealing her face.
PADME! Anakin looked at her harder. He was shocked. Beneath the dyed hair, and the eye color change, she was still the soft skinned Angelic Padme that he remembered. His shocked stare was enough to confuse Starr and Obi-Wan, but he ignored their looks, and they decided it best not to ask too many questions. They were only there to make sure Anakin got there ok. Anakin had to get Padme back on his own.
"Padme." He whisper aloud this time.
"What?!" Obi-Wan and Starr questioned at the same time.
"Master..." Anakin turned to them. "Starr.."
"Now that I have found Padme, your duty is done." Anakin continued. "You know where I am, I'll be fine." He turned back to look at Padme, still punching the bag. "You two can go back to the ship and I will meet you at the outskirts of the city."
Obi-Wan knew that Anakin had to fight on his own, but he wanted to stay so bad. Starr saw his hesitation and quickly yanked on his hand and snapped him back to his better reason.
"All right Anakin." He agreed. "May the Force be with you!"
"And you." He nodded to Obi-Wan and then Starr.
When Obi-Wan and Starr turned the corner back in the direction in which they cam Anakin turned back to the door to the training room. He watched to working Angel show her grace, he was going to go in, but he sensed that something serious was wrong. a dark presence was near, but something else. Padme. She was there, he could see that, but something deep in side of her was different. Dark. He searched her signature, and what he found out was not a needed fact.
She wasn't the same Angel anymore. She had different memories. "....Padme.." He whispered aloud. "What have they done to you?"
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The training room was much like the one at the Temple. Mats padding the floor, weapons hanging waiting for use on the far wall, the room split in different sections. Saber training with a wide corner for free movements, and a boxing bag hanging in the middle of the opposite corner. that was always Padme's favorite section.
The Jedi didn't really physically fight too much, so they didn't practice that, but Padme loved taking out her frustration out on the punching bag. It always helped her relieve stress, she even had one when she was Queen. She started to walk toward the bag when Vorsha grabbed her arm and pulled her to the Saber training corner.
"Saber practice first" He grinned "Physical later."
"Alright." She agreed trying her best not to show her anger towards him.
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For hours Vorsha kept her in the Saber training area of the Training room, practicing her 'Darkside moves'. She was actually very good, her reflexes were about as good as they can get. Anakin taught her well... Vorsha concluded blocking yet another one of her parries. She is almost better than me! She was good, and she was only getting better with every swing.
Though she was tired, worn out, and sweating, she kept up her fear some attacks on Vorsha. Anything really to stall time. It was a race against the clock, and she was doing her best to beat it. But was the best she could do good enough?
Anything to stall time, and certain events, she did. She kept her attacks, even though she was long ago worn out. Deep down she knew that she would have to give in to Vorsha before he figured out what was going on. She knew Vorsha would never let her get past this for days through, she only hoped Anakin would arrive sooner rather than later.
She knew she had to do this, but she couldn't get over the fact that she would be betraying Anakin. He would hate her for it, and she could do nothing to stop it, if she ever wanted to even see him again. No! He will understand! he has to! She cried out in her head as she continued to attack Vorsha.
She racked her mind for a way to make Anakin understand, but no matter what she planned to say she still didn't think she sounded convincing, nothing could explain the mistakes she was going to have to make, all to get back to him.
*****
Through her frustrating thoughts, Padme finally was able to get a good hit on Vorsha and he fell, laughing, to the padded ground, smiling proudly, which confused Padme, seeing how she had just beaten him. As she stared at Vorsha, still laying on the floor, she noticed that he wasnt all that bad looking, but what he did to her, made him look so bad. then she brought her mind back to what just happened; she used the Darkside. But it felt good! her mind answered back to her. NO! She screamed back in her head.
She continued to stare at Vorsha, his eyes darkening with every laugh and every smile, but he abruptly reached out his hand, as if it were a rule for the winner to help the loser up. Or thats what Padme thought it was. She reached out and grabbed his hand, ready to pull back up when he yanked her down ontop of him, and then rolling them over and so he was now pinning her to the ground, as if he had just won.
"Well done my dear." He looked upon her.
"I learn from the best.." She made it sound as if she was complimenting him, even though she was really complimenting Anakin.
When she smiled after her comment Vorsha swooped down in a quick moment and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Padme started to pull back, but she knew if she did, Vorsha would know. This was it. She had to so this.
"You can tease me no longer." He whispered against her lips. "I need you now, I know you feel the same."
Padme said nothing, though in her heart she was deeply disagreeing, she wanted nothing more than to end this, but the time had come.
Vorsha pushed his lips deeper into hers for another kiss, leaving Padme to dream of Anakin, and his dream to come true. He was winning, he got her.
***Padme woke the next morning alone, cold and.... Naked?! And laying in the same bed she had been the night before. She didn't exactly know what had happened last night, and she was a little happy for that, but she really wanted to know, even though, she pretty much already did. Everything from the night before were a blur, and if they blur to her, that means it was a mistake.
I had to do it! Padme scolded herself. He would have found out!
She sat up in the bed the tangled sheets rapped around her small form, her long, curly black hair flowing over her shoulders, the thoughts of what might have happened during the night were nagging at he head, she felt like she was about to explode with anger. All she wanted to do right now was scream and break something.
"I need to wear off this anxiety, and before Vorsha gets back." She hopped of the bed the sheets still wrapped around her, and she walked into the massive closet. She dressed in yet another black jumpsuit, almost identical to the one she wore the night before. Her hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail, a few strands already falling to the sides of her face. She walked across the room to exit the room when she saw a note stuck to the mirror on her vanity. It was a note from Vorsha.
Love, I had some important business to attend to, I will see you later tonight for dinner.
She dropped the note to the desk of the vanity and continued to walk out of the room. Important business.... What am I? Just a pleasure toy!?
She opened the door and to her surprise it was unlocked. I guess he trusts me after last night.
When she entered the training room, she headed straight for the punching bag, she saw the lightsabers that her and Vorsha had used thrown deactivating on the ground, and her utility beat and other things from her outfit. She disregarded it, and continued to head straight for the bag in the center of the room.
*****
Anakin still in his meditative trance walked up to an old rustic door to a shut down store in the back of a cold wet alley. Obi-Wan and Starr looked from behind as he stared at the door as if it was about to open any second. Anakin looked at the door a long door a long time before he pulled out of the trance and turned back to his Master.
"She's in there." He pulled his lightsaber from his utility belt, and quickly activated.
"Anakin?" Obi-Wan questioned worringly when he saw what Anakin was doing.
"Anakin didn't answer, he completely ignored him, and cut through the rusted lock and kicked the door in. The air the flowed out from the darkened hallway from behind the fallen door, was old and stale.
Fits the description of her cell. Anakin stepped inside the narrow hallway, using his lightsaber as a guide light, with Obi-Wan and Starr following quickly behind him.
The soft blue glow omitting from his Anakin's lightsaber clearly lit the long hallway shining bright down to the end, revealing another rusted door. As he walked up to the door, the sound of his humming lightsaber seem to echo louder with every step.
When he arrived at the door he turned back to Obi-Wan and gave him a hesitated glare. He looked back to the door and he noticed that it was just a normal door, no lock. He reached out and slowly twisted the knob, fearing what might be in the other side. He turned the knob and he squeaky noise of the joints joined the echoing noise of his lightsaber. They couldn't be quiet if they had to.
He slowly pulled the door open and a bright light filled all their vision. Anakin took one step in before he was pushed back.
"HALT THERE!"
****** Anakin was startled for a moment, but he was not about to give up now. He had come to far, and this was personal. This was Padme. He quickly gathered his senses before the Trooper had a chance to grab them.
"You will let us pass." Anakin waved his hand in front of the guard as he was about to speak.
"You can pass." The guard moved to the side and the group pass by, he quite sure of his decision, but he let them through.
"Tell no one of our entrance." Obi-Wan waved his hand in front of the guard as he walked past.
"Yes, Sir." The Trooper nodded.
Anakin turned around and gave Obi-Wan confused look and when he stayed silent with a broad smile plastered on his face Anakin just burst out his thoughts.
"What was that for Master?!" His voice filled with curiosity. Obi-Wan just smiled, but when he saw Starr was siding with Anakin and wanting to know what it was for he finally answered.
"You can never be too safe." He boasted out his chest, seeming to be proud. " And besides, I couldn't let you have all the fun, now could I?"
They all had a short laugh, but no matter what the subject, nothing could change the foul mood. Anakin just turned around, satisfied with the answer and continued to lead them down stark white hallway, that they had entered from the outside world.
They were getting closer. Much closer.
*****
Padme was still taking her frustration out on the large black punching bag suspended from the ceiling. She was wearing big think black boxing gloves, and her stray hair was sticky annoyingly to her sweaty face. She may not have been n her best of moments, but she was still beautiful.
Where are you? She heard Vorsha question nervously in a bond he had created with her the night before.
In the training room why? Padme stopped punching the bag and questioned back confused.
Your in danger! Stay where you are, I will be there shortly. Vorsha shut out the bond before she had a chance to argue.
Padme, finally realizing what that "danger" maybe, had a smile come across her features. The only thing that could danger her, and the Sith, was Anakin. She went back to punching the suspending bag, this time she was filled with excitement and concentration. She had worked out her plan before, but it was almost time to work it out, she couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt Anakin, but if she wanted her life back, it was the only way out.
She sighed deeply as she continued to punch the bag, and her energy changed to frustration once again. Vorsha would be coming soon.
*****
Anakin twisted and turned through the many hallways. he swore he could almost smell the sweet scent of her luscious perfume, and the smell of her lilac hair as they slowly inched closer to where the Force told him her destination was.
Suddenly the flow of the Force around him dropped and he stopped in his tracks. Starr and Obi-Wan almost ran right into him, but they caught themselves quickly and went back to looking around them, checking out their surroundings. Anakin just stood there. Standing in front of a set of swinging double doors. There was windows looking into the door and when he looked in, still confused from the lack of Force, he saw a young woman with hair as black as pitch, punching furiously at a hanging punching bag. He couldn't see her face, but something inside told him that this person resembled Padme.
Her height was the same, and the way her body moved. He watched her move, not changing his stare, and afraid to blink, for the fear of missing something. She swung around as the bag came swinging back to her and she faced towards the door, finally revealing her face.
PADME! Anakin looked at her harder. He was shocked. Beneath the dyed hair, and the eye color change, she was still the soft skinned Angelic Padme that he remembered. His shocked stare was enough to confuse Starr and Obi-Wan, but he ignored their looks, and they decided it best not to ask too many questions. They were only there to make sure Anakin got there ok. Anakin had to get Padme back on his own.
"Padme." He whisper aloud this time.
"What?!" Obi-Wan and Starr questioned at the same time.
"Master..." Anakin turned to them. "Starr.."
"Now that I have found Padme, your duty is done." Anakin continued. "You know where I am, I'll be fine." He turned back to look at Padme, still punching the bag. "You two can go back to the ship and I will meet you at the outskirts of the city."
Obi-Wan knew that Anakin had to fight on his own, but he wanted to stay so bad. Starr saw his hesitation and quickly yanked on his hand and snapped him back to his better reason.
"All right Anakin." He agreed. "May the Force be with you!"
"And you." He nodded to Obi-Wan and then Starr.
When Obi-Wan and Starr turned the corner back in the direction in which they cam Anakin turned back to the door to the training room. He watched to working Angel show her grace, he was going to go in, but he sensed that something serious was wrong. a dark presence was near, but something else. Padme. She was there, he could see that, but something deep in side of her was different. Dark. He searched her signature, and what he found out was not a needed fact.
She wasn't the same Angel anymore. She had different memories. "....Padme.." He whispered aloud. "What have they done to you?"
******************************************** Please review! I'm deing to know... Ur gunna kill me for what i did huh?! LOL ..... Just wait to see what happens soon......... I know u'll die then!