(A.N. I'm soo sorry for not updating sooner. But if you read my bio you'd
understand my predicament. Here are some more chapters. There isn't much to
do at where I live, except watch movies and write. So you guys get a lot of
writing. But I'm afraid you might get an overdose 'cause there is so much
at one time. Hehehe. Gotta go. Hope you enjoy!)
***CHAPTER FOUR***
Padme watched as the nikto smiled again. She knew what their race was famous for, their ability to fight and their taste for blood. But as far as any of what they were talking- or in a way- arguing about, she was clueless.
"I'm not going to make any more deals with you." Anakin said, "What's the point? You're spineless."
Shanzo froze in his tracks. Then growled something in his own language. He turned to look up at Anakin, who stood a good foot taller. "I know you don't feel pain easily, Skywalker. I've seen this myself." The nikto shrugged. "So, someone else will."
With the speed his race was famous for, Shanzo extended his arm, swiping at Padme's face with one of his clawed hands.
"No!" Anakin yelled. But it was too late.
Padme screamed, feeling fire burn across her left cheek. She reached her hands up, and brought away dark blood that reflected the twin moon's light.
Anakin peered at Padme's face, seeing blood coming from a gash in her left cheek. Luckily, the gash hadn't been an inch higher, or she would have been blinded. She looked up at him, blinking. Not even crying, just staring at him. In the back of his mind he could hear her say, 'you said you would take care of me.' Her expression was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. Anakin clenched his fists, they hurt her, and they weren't going to get away with it.
"Not so pretty now huh?" Shanzo said, laughing.
Anakin tore his gaze away from Padme's face, and looked at Shanzo. The seconds going by like eternities. His face must have had the look of utter hatred and rage, because he saw Shanzo's mouth close and eyes widen in hesitation.
Anakin launched himself at the nikto, hitting Shanzo's face with a fist that might as well been a battering ram. Anakin's hand came back bloody from the nikto's horned face- but it only made him madder, feeding the rage inside of him.
Shanzo fell to the ground, his skull crushed, and blood pouring from his eyes and mouth. But he was forgotten as the rest of the gang saw that their leader had been killed by a slave. They roared, and charged.
Anakin met them head-on, thrashing through them. Kicking and jabbing with his arms and legs. He sent two of them flying, and then hit another so hard he fell against a wall across the street and slid down it like a lifeless doll. Soon, both of Anakin's fists were bloody, but he didn't care anymore.
Normally, no one would be stupid enough to fire a blaster at this short range. The laser bolt might hit friend or foe alike, but when someone was faced with the killing power that Anakin was showing, common sense didn't exist anymore.
Anakin felt it, like an invisible heat that was aimed at his back coming in slow. He reached inside of his jacket, and took out the weapon. The lightsaber wasn't his, but it was a weapon that was invincible against any other. Feared above any other by the intelligent criminals of the galaxy, the lightsaber was known to be lethal. But the beings he was facing tonight- both human and alien, were anything but intelligent.
Anakin deflected the blaster bolt, and it embedded itself into the chest of a charging Twi'lek. It was an easier death than another of the gang was allowed, he got to see his body still standing while his head rolled in the dirt.
Green light flashed in the empty street, and it's sounds hummed and hissed, singing the demented song of death. Soon, the thugs saw that they were being picked off, and decided to run. But Anakin wouldn't allow it. He cut them down, one by one. Anakin's blade spun left and right. He felt energy going through him, making him twice as strong, and three times as fast. However, as he mowed down one thug after another Anakin found he was having trouble controlling it. He couldn't stop; he couldn't stop until all of them were dead. Suddenly, Anakin felt something very ugly inside himself- but he couldn't stop.
Then, it was over. Anakin was the only one standing in the street. The lightsaber hummed, and it's green light lit up the walls of the buildings around them. He was standing in blood, and the energy that had empowered him before suddenly left- and his shoulders drooped. He shut off the lightsaber, and put it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He walked over next to Padme, who sat on the ground, her left hand pressed against her cheek. Anakin held out his hand not knowing it was covered with blood.
Padme looked up at him, the killing monster she had seen before was gone, and the strange fury had left his eyes. She took his hand, and he hauled her to her feet. She didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to her. She was all too glad when they reached the slave houses.
***Across the Galaxy on the planet of Cabon- Jedi Fleet Headquarters***
Master Yoda awoke in his chamber. He had been awakened as if there had been cannon fire in his room and the noise had been deafening. However, as he looked around he could see only the cool shadows of his sleeping quarters.
He was certain he had heard something, and it only took him seconds until he realized he had heard it through the force. It was a voice- one single voice and scream of anger and rage. It had been silenced almost before it had begun and left the room with only a ghostlike echo of the power it had been made of.
Master Yoda reached over to his bedside table that had a com on it. He switched it on, and keyed in Master Windu's frequency. Yoda knew that Mace would be asleep- but he felt that this was important enough to disturb the dark-Jedi's sleep cycle.
"Hello?" A sleepy Master Windu asked.
"Master Windu- There has been a great disturbance in the Force, I feel."
Master Windu's voice suddenly became sharp. "Yes?"
"A great power has found itself." Yoda said, "And recognize its owner I do not."
"Is this the Sith we have been looking for?" Windu asked, his voice hopeful.
"Know that I do not." Yoda answered. "But tinged with the Dark Side it was."
"What should we do?"
Yoda paused. If Master Windu had not heard it, then the disturbance must have been very far off. Perhaps on the other side of the galaxy. "Seek this power out we will." He answered finally. "If it's owner is not a Sith, still a great danger he is."
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
***CHAPTER FOUR***
Padme watched as the nikto smiled again. She knew what their race was famous for, their ability to fight and their taste for blood. But as far as any of what they were talking- or in a way- arguing about, she was clueless.
"I'm not going to make any more deals with you." Anakin said, "What's the point? You're spineless."
Shanzo froze in his tracks. Then growled something in his own language. He turned to look up at Anakin, who stood a good foot taller. "I know you don't feel pain easily, Skywalker. I've seen this myself." The nikto shrugged. "So, someone else will."
With the speed his race was famous for, Shanzo extended his arm, swiping at Padme's face with one of his clawed hands.
"No!" Anakin yelled. But it was too late.
Padme screamed, feeling fire burn across her left cheek. She reached her hands up, and brought away dark blood that reflected the twin moon's light.
Anakin peered at Padme's face, seeing blood coming from a gash in her left cheek. Luckily, the gash hadn't been an inch higher, or she would have been blinded. She looked up at him, blinking. Not even crying, just staring at him. In the back of his mind he could hear her say, 'you said you would take care of me.' Her expression was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. Anakin clenched his fists, they hurt her, and they weren't going to get away with it.
"Not so pretty now huh?" Shanzo said, laughing.
Anakin tore his gaze away from Padme's face, and looked at Shanzo. The seconds going by like eternities. His face must have had the look of utter hatred and rage, because he saw Shanzo's mouth close and eyes widen in hesitation.
Anakin launched himself at the nikto, hitting Shanzo's face with a fist that might as well been a battering ram. Anakin's hand came back bloody from the nikto's horned face- but it only made him madder, feeding the rage inside of him.
Shanzo fell to the ground, his skull crushed, and blood pouring from his eyes and mouth. But he was forgotten as the rest of the gang saw that their leader had been killed by a slave. They roared, and charged.
Anakin met them head-on, thrashing through them. Kicking and jabbing with his arms and legs. He sent two of them flying, and then hit another so hard he fell against a wall across the street and slid down it like a lifeless doll. Soon, both of Anakin's fists were bloody, but he didn't care anymore.
Normally, no one would be stupid enough to fire a blaster at this short range. The laser bolt might hit friend or foe alike, but when someone was faced with the killing power that Anakin was showing, common sense didn't exist anymore.
Anakin felt it, like an invisible heat that was aimed at his back coming in slow. He reached inside of his jacket, and took out the weapon. The lightsaber wasn't his, but it was a weapon that was invincible against any other. Feared above any other by the intelligent criminals of the galaxy, the lightsaber was known to be lethal. But the beings he was facing tonight- both human and alien, were anything but intelligent.
Anakin deflected the blaster bolt, and it embedded itself into the chest of a charging Twi'lek. It was an easier death than another of the gang was allowed, he got to see his body still standing while his head rolled in the dirt.
Green light flashed in the empty street, and it's sounds hummed and hissed, singing the demented song of death. Soon, the thugs saw that they were being picked off, and decided to run. But Anakin wouldn't allow it. He cut them down, one by one. Anakin's blade spun left and right. He felt energy going through him, making him twice as strong, and three times as fast. However, as he mowed down one thug after another Anakin found he was having trouble controlling it. He couldn't stop; he couldn't stop until all of them were dead. Suddenly, Anakin felt something very ugly inside himself- but he couldn't stop.
Then, it was over. Anakin was the only one standing in the street. The lightsaber hummed, and it's green light lit up the walls of the buildings around them. He was standing in blood, and the energy that had empowered him before suddenly left- and his shoulders drooped. He shut off the lightsaber, and put it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He walked over next to Padme, who sat on the ground, her left hand pressed against her cheek. Anakin held out his hand not knowing it was covered with blood.
Padme looked up at him, the killing monster she had seen before was gone, and the strange fury had left his eyes. She took his hand, and he hauled her to her feet. She didn't say anything to him, and he didn't say anything to her. She was all too glad when they reached the slave houses.
***Across the Galaxy on the planet of Cabon- Jedi Fleet Headquarters***
Master Yoda awoke in his chamber. He had been awakened as if there had been cannon fire in his room and the noise had been deafening. However, as he looked around he could see only the cool shadows of his sleeping quarters.
He was certain he had heard something, and it only took him seconds until he realized he had heard it through the force. It was a voice- one single voice and scream of anger and rage. It had been silenced almost before it had begun and left the room with only a ghostlike echo of the power it had been made of.
Master Yoda reached over to his bedside table that had a com on it. He switched it on, and keyed in Master Windu's frequency. Yoda knew that Mace would be asleep- but he felt that this was important enough to disturb the dark-Jedi's sleep cycle.
"Hello?" A sleepy Master Windu asked.
"Master Windu- There has been a great disturbance in the Force, I feel."
Master Windu's voice suddenly became sharp. "Yes?"
"A great power has found itself." Yoda said, "And recognize its owner I do not."
"Is this the Sith we have been looking for?" Windu asked, his voice hopeful.
"Know that I do not." Yoda answered. "But tinged with the Dark Side it was."
"What should we do?"
Yoda paused. If Master Windu had not heard it, then the disturbance must have been very far off. Perhaps on the other side of the galaxy. "Seek this power out we will." He answered finally. "If it's owner is not a Sith, still a great danger he is."
TO BE CONTINUED!!!