Disclaimer: See chapter 1
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Chapter 8
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She ran all the way to the little apartment she had in the Temple. Once the door was closed she leant against it and slid down. The padawan was surely convincing someone about her identity. Soon they would come and imprison her. She couldn't even try to escape because Sidious' goons were surely patrolling outside.
She got up and reached for the knife in the kitchenette... no, that would have been too easy.
Really, could there be any worse than being tortured every single day no matter how well you succeeded? The Jedi wouldn't do that; they wouldn't kill her if she didn't fight back. Maybe she would be better off here than dead.
The door bell chimed. She opened the door without daring to count the number of life forms behind it at first.
There was only Anakin. "Let me make a deal with you. You'll tell me all about your life and I'll find a way to set you free."
Dazlio just stood there. 'Now, why should I let him in? How can I trust him?'
"Please." Anakin begged. He wasn't sure why, but he begged.
Then the door opened. He entered.
Daz led him in the kitchen. And then she turned. "How do I know that I can trust you?"
"You don't. Look all I can say is that I know what it's like to be alone. And I've seen it in your eyes that you are alone too."
"I'm not alone." Daz tried to say but Anakin interrupted her. "Yes you are. Don't deny it. I can see it. There really isn't anyone who you can talk to. There is nobody who you trust. But you know what, someday you'll have to trust someone and that day just might be today."
Dazlio thought hard for a while. Then she sighed. "All right. Would you like to have something to drink?"
"Tea is fine."
Daz made two cups of tea and then sat in front of him. There was a silence.
"The first thing I remember is my family. They're all dead. Slaughtered. And I can't tell who did it." It was hard to talk. She hadn't told anyone about those memories. "Then I was taken to the - I'm sorry, I don't even know the name of the place where I spend most of my life. Well anyway, when I was ten I became an apprentice. Yes, I was going to be a Sith. At first I was afraid because my master had killed two of her previous apprentices. She beat them to death."
There was a pause. Anakin didn't dare to say anything. He just waited.
"I learned combat skills. How to use a two-bladed lightsabre. I learned politics. How to hide my feelings. How to obey without questions. That was a hard thing for me."
"But worst of all, nothing was ever enough for my master." She chuckled bitterly. "No matter how hard I tried I always got hurt at the end. Every day. I think physical punishments begun when I was thirteen. You know what my master did? She pushed a dagger through my wrist!" She sighed. "Since then, I've probably gone through every possible way of torture."
Anakin shook his head in disbelief. How could anyone be so cruel? But then again, this was Sith upbringing she was talking about.
"I have this strange feeling not even the slaves of Tatooine got beaten so much as I did."
Anakin flinched at the mention. "No, you're right. I was never treated THAT bad."
"Wha- you were a slave? On Tatooine?"
"Yes. But I was freed and taken in the Jedi Temple." He told her what had happened seven years ago. All about Qui-Gon, the battle of Naboo, the strange Sith that appeared to be no other than Darth Maul.
The two, despite of opposite training methods, found so much alike. Both had masters that hardly ever gave them credit. Both were frustrated and captived inside when there was a Galaxy out there to conquer. Both had lost their family. And both felt afraid of their inappropriate emotions, something they discussed with someone for the first time now.
"You looked quite dreadful when you appeared on the Temple door the other day. You were trying to escape your master, right?"
"Yes. I was afraid and the only thing I could think of was to ask Jedi for help. I guess you could call it chance that I passed out, else you wouldn't have let me in."
"Well, I just couldn't leave you to die. Besides, I thought they would have imprisoned you." He smiled. "Maybe it was a good thing they didn't, else I'd never get to know you."
"I think so, too." She smiled back, something she had done only during the rare fun hours with Elmikk.
"I don't know what to think about my master. Mostly she looks down on me, however she just can't be totally indifferent. And I think the fact she almost killed me made her realize that."
"And now she even made a cover story for you," he added.
Daz nodded. "I know we don't have a bond like you Jedi do but sometimes I feel her care. Actually I think that's one of the only things that has kept me going. I would have had several possibilities to kill myself, believe me, after this all I'm not afraid of dying if it happens quick. But I've been too curious to give up."
They chatted for a long time still, having finished many cups of tea and a couple of sandwiches as well. Finally Anakin had to leave for his evening training session. Dazlio decided to follow along. Why on Coruscant would she miss seeing Anakin and Obi-Wan, two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, sparring (maybe their shirts off)? She locked the door, grabbing Anakin's elbow.
A red haired Sith was lurking behind the corner. Luring Anakin would be much easier than she thought. Elmikk knew it would mean putting the girl in serious danger, but what else could she do? Sidious' patience was wearing out.
TBC
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Chapter 8
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She ran all the way to the little apartment she had in the Temple. Once the door was closed she leant against it and slid down. The padawan was surely convincing someone about her identity. Soon they would come and imprison her. She couldn't even try to escape because Sidious' goons were surely patrolling outside.
She got up and reached for the knife in the kitchenette... no, that would have been too easy.
Really, could there be any worse than being tortured every single day no matter how well you succeeded? The Jedi wouldn't do that; they wouldn't kill her if she didn't fight back. Maybe she would be better off here than dead.
The door bell chimed. She opened the door without daring to count the number of life forms behind it at first.
There was only Anakin. "Let me make a deal with you. You'll tell me all about your life and I'll find a way to set you free."
Dazlio just stood there. 'Now, why should I let him in? How can I trust him?'
"Please." Anakin begged. He wasn't sure why, but he begged.
Then the door opened. He entered.
Daz led him in the kitchen. And then she turned. "How do I know that I can trust you?"
"You don't. Look all I can say is that I know what it's like to be alone. And I've seen it in your eyes that you are alone too."
"I'm not alone." Daz tried to say but Anakin interrupted her. "Yes you are. Don't deny it. I can see it. There really isn't anyone who you can talk to. There is nobody who you trust. But you know what, someday you'll have to trust someone and that day just might be today."
Dazlio thought hard for a while. Then she sighed. "All right. Would you like to have something to drink?"
"Tea is fine."
Daz made two cups of tea and then sat in front of him. There was a silence.
"The first thing I remember is my family. They're all dead. Slaughtered. And I can't tell who did it." It was hard to talk. She hadn't told anyone about those memories. "Then I was taken to the - I'm sorry, I don't even know the name of the place where I spend most of my life. Well anyway, when I was ten I became an apprentice. Yes, I was going to be a Sith. At first I was afraid because my master had killed two of her previous apprentices. She beat them to death."
There was a pause. Anakin didn't dare to say anything. He just waited.
"I learned combat skills. How to use a two-bladed lightsabre. I learned politics. How to hide my feelings. How to obey without questions. That was a hard thing for me."
"But worst of all, nothing was ever enough for my master." She chuckled bitterly. "No matter how hard I tried I always got hurt at the end. Every day. I think physical punishments begun when I was thirteen. You know what my master did? She pushed a dagger through my wrist!" She sighed. "Since then, I've probably gone through every possible way of torture."
Anakin shook his head in disbelief. How could anyone be so cruel? But then again, this was Sith upbringing she was talking about.
"I have this strange feeling not even the slaves of Tatooine got beaten so much as I did."
Anakin flinched at the mention. "No, you're right. I was never treated THAT bad."
"Wha- you were a slave? On Tatooine?"
"Yes. But I was freed and taken in the Jedi Temple." He told her what had happened seven years ago. All about Qui-Gon, the battle of Naboo, the strange Sith that appeared to be no other than Darth Maul.
The two, despite of opposite training methods, found so much alike. Both had masters that hardly ever gave them credit. Both were frustrated and captived inside when there was a Galaxy out there to conquer. Both had lost their family. And both felt afraid of their inappropriate emotions, something they discussed with someone for the first time now.
"You looked quite dreadful when you appeared on the Temple door the other day. You were trying to escape your master, right?"
"Yes. I was afraid and the only thing I could think of was to ask Jedi for help. I guess you could call it chance that I passed out, else you wouldn't have let me in."
"Well, I just couldn't leave you to die. Besides, I thought they would have imprisoned you." He smiled. "Maybe it was a good thing they didn't, else I'd never get to know you."
"I think so, too." She smiled back, something she had done only during the rare fun hours with Elmikk.
"I don't know what to think about my master. Mostly she looks down on me, however she just can't be totally indifferent. And I think the fact she almost killed me made her realize that."
"And now she even made a cover story for you," he added.
Daz nodded. "I know we don't have a bond like you Jedi do but sometimes I feel her care. Actually I think that's one of the only things that has kept me going. I would have had several possibilities to kill myself, believe me, after this all I'm not afraid of dying if it happens quick. But I've been too curious to give up."
They chatted for a long time still, having finished many cups of tea and a couple of sandwiches as well. Finally Anakin had to leave for his evening training session. Dazlio decided to follow along. Why on Coruscant would she miss seeing Anakin and Obi-Wan, two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever met, sparring (maybe their shirts off)? She locked the door, grabbing Anakin's elbow.
A red haired Sith was lurking behind the corner. Luring Anakin would be much easier than she thought. Elmikk knew it would mean putting the girl in serious danger, but what else could she do? Sidious' patience was wearing out.
TBC