Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, but since ff.n was down, I sorta didn't have a choice. Just in case anyone was wondering, TTC stands for Toronto Transit Commission. So, on with the fic!

Oh, yeah, I don't make any money, don't sue me.

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"Yo, Sar, are you alright? No offence, but you look like you've gone a couple rounds with a rabid ferret." The speaker, a brunette with equally dark eyes, smiled slightly and turned to walk beside the nearly comatose girl.

"Thanks for the compliment, I wish I looked that good." Sarah turned to look at the other "But seriously, Maggie, do you have a toilet I could drown in?"

"Nah, but I hear if you stand long enough in the washroom, you'll die from the fumes." Maggie looked curiously at the short blue-eyed girl. "What's up? I know you're not a morning person or anything, but this goes beyond your usual mood-o-crap. You can talk to me, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but it's kinda private." That, and if I told you, you'd never believe me…

"Sure, I get it." Maggie snapped her fingers, suddenly anxious. "Oh, yeah, did you study for math?"

* Whack * The sound of head hitting sky-blue locker echoed down the long hall.

"I'll take that as a 'no', then"

* Whack * "I am sooo dead." Sarah groaned. She looked to her friend in misery. "Want to accompany me to the washrooms? I think I may take the fumes over that test."

"Don't worry! I hear she wasn't here this morning, maybe we'll get lucky." Maggie sounded hopeful.

"You mean she might have caught a rare sickness of the brain where she is incapable of being mean and cruel?" Sarah asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, pretty much."

The bell sounded in the hall, cutting of the mad cramming going on in front of the math classroom.

"Think you've got it?" Maggie whispered as they walked apprehensively into the dreaded room

"No."

"Well, relax, there's nothing we can do about it now." Maggie took her seat across the room and Sarah fidgeted, straightening her kilt and blouse. Glancing at the window, she sighed at her reflection, looking weary and worn.

Forget rabid ferret, I look like I've gone a round with a rancor.

"Hey, Sar," The girl sitting beside her, Katherine, whispered excitedly. "We've got a sub!" Her brown eyes shone with delight as she gestured to the man who was writing instructions on the blackboard.

"Really?" Sarah suddenly felt like she had been punched in the stomach, like she had been dumped in Lake Ontario – in the winter, too – and then roasted. She fought shivers as the hair on her neck rose. It was like someone was dragging their nails right across a blackboard, right beside her ear.

Oh no, not this. Anything but this…

She turned around, shivering, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She kept her eyes closed, but then, whispering a prayer to the Force, she chanced a look at the back of the classroom.

It was him.

The man locked eyes with her, and Sarah felt a cold sweat form on her brow. She felt his cold presence invade her mind, probing. She gritted her teeth and tried to force him out, and a vibration, like a laugh, echoed through her being.

She shivered, and prayed to whatever could hear her that he wouldn't try anything in a school full of people.

The man, the subject of all her nightmares, smiled slightly at her reaction. He wore a crisp, plain, black shirt and a pair of black pants that accented his slim, wiry build. He smiled again, but the cold stretch of his lips was a parody of the pleasant expression that it normally was on others.

"Hey, Kat, do you see that guy back there?" Sarah tried to keep her voice down.

"Guy?! Where?" Kat whipped around in her seat. If she hadn't been so afraid, Sarah would have smiled. Some things never changed in a girl's school.

"Right there, at the back of the class."

"What guy? Sarah, are you feeling all right? Or have you finally cracked and started seeing an imaginary boyfriend?"

"You mean you can't see him?" Sarah started to sweat. To keep his presence hidden from an entire school…this guy was strong. Oh, crap.

Watch your mouth, Little Jedi. The man's voice entered her mind and she gasped, jumping a little in her seat.

Kat drew back a little; "You can't usually see imaginary boyfriends, Sar."

What are you waiting for, Murderer? "I…I know. How much longer is this class?"

"Twenty minutes."

I have no other duties for a while, after this one is complete. I intend to make this one last. Are you so anxious to end your life? The man laughed coldly.

You're playing with me. Sarah felt a load of cold lead settle in her stomach.

Of course I am. And I'm enjoying it. You're so easily frightened. I do hope you learn how to fight.

Why? So I can kick your hindparts back home?

No, so you put up more of a fight than your mother.

Rage filled Sarah, and she nearly turned and lunged at him. As it was, she turned and glared. The man smiled mockingly, daring her to attack a foe ten times her strength.

Something hit her; then, about something the man had said. No other duties…you mean the purge is…done?

So you are intelligent, I am pleased. He smiled widely. Yes, the purge is over, Little One, you are the last of your kind still living free…or living, period.

You murderer!

You make it sound as if it's a bad thing, child. They put themselves against a government that stood for order, and so they were…removed.

Killed, you mean. You killed them in cold blood, didn't you, like you did my mother.

Your mother fought, child. Not very well, but she fought. As did the rest of the Jedi.

The bell rang, and the class got up to leave. Sarah shoved her books into her bag, and forced herself to walk out of the classroom. She walked down to the locker room and opened her locker. There was a small holo of her mother there, but she had never before turned it on in school. She turned it on now, and looked sadly at the small piece of her past.

"How sweet." Sarah spun around at the voice and shrank against the locker when she saw him leaning against the doorway to the hall. She belatedly realized that the locker room was deserted. He slowly walked towards her, eyes on the holo. Sarah quickly shut it down and tossed it back in her locker, slamming the door and locking it.

The man cocked an eyebrow, looking at her in amusement as he continued to advance. "You don't run. Good. You're learning." He stopped four feet in front of her.

Sarah tried to melt into the locker. Despite her anger towards this man, he terrified her; and when he was this close, it took quite a bit to keep her from trembling.

He smiled, and she did start to tremble.

"I will fight you." Sarah tried to inject confidence into her voice and failed.

"Yes, you will." The man murmured. "And you will lose." He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, then stroked her cheek gently. "And then, Little Jedi, you will die."