This is really short and maybe not that sweet, its not that I've run out of ideas or anything it's just soooo late hehehe, I played a really tough few rounders tournatments today and am completley shattered! So this might look like it's been written by a 2 year old, or maybe it could have been written better by one hehe!
Someone complained about the double spacing, which is odd coz so many people said 'do double spacing' probably a misconception on my part so sorry for any inconvienience, I've done it so it's readable at least! Ok!
Thanx for all your feedback once again:
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I hope everyone likes this chapter, it's kinda short, but as Im a bit strapped for time, but trust me, it's not over MWHAHAHAH!
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The night seemed to drift, in an incoherent wave of existence. To Anakin, he felt almost as if he were hanging outside of this existence, and watching it from afar, he was no longer sure as to whether he was awake or not, or who had been here since or not. Was that really his master who had sat with him, or was it merely another fevered hallucination, he could no longer tell. It bothered him little either way, the less he felt, the less he knew, or the less he was aware of, the better, as far as he was concerned. Gone were the hours now where he was consumed by the flaming agony in his back, he still felt it, and it was no less fierce, but it was as if it were someone else's, something he had been given a glimpse of, but was watching another experience it.
He knew his thoughts were becoming hazy and confused, he was dehydrated, exhausted, among many other things, so was not at a loss as to why. But he desperately tried to snap himself awake, to focus himself, even without the assistance of the force, he was capable of that much. He became vaguely aware of the rough, brown cloak that had been lain over him, and it occurred to him that he mustn't have been hallucinating his master's presence, and that much relived him, at least his master was safe and well, in spite of all else.
Only moments passed, when the throbbing sound of pounding footsteps registered in his mind. 'Oh, what now!' Anakin moaned mentally. He tried to push himself into a semi-sitting position, but apparently, that was too much to ask of himself at this point in time, he groaned, and eased himself back down on his side once more, straining his ears for any more sounds coming from the outside. Voices now, clear, and strong, echoing throughout the village, this wasn't normal, Anakin realized, something's happening. He heard a loud crash, and a terrified yelp, and this only reaffirmed Anakin's doubts. He lifted his head, and squinted, despite the darkness, he could make out slight movement beyond the tent overhang, shadows darting back and forth, then back again, people of all shapes and sizes. He heard more cries, and more shouting, from women, children, and the harsh bark of the guards. Anakin couldn't help but feel the very familiar sense of unease seep into his bones, this, ideally, should have been the opportune moment to escape, he was unbound, free to move, while obvious chaos was erupting outside, it was the perfect chance. He had to try, at least. He tried to shift his arms to give him a little more support, weaker people must have survived a worse treatment than this, tentatively, he tried to push himself onto his knees, but his mutilated back was having none of it, his breath came out in a hiss and his arms gave way mercilessly beneath him. No, he was going nowhere, he'd have to wait this one out obviously, and just hope, that whatever it was that was taking place outside, would not somehow involve either he or Obi-Wan.
There was a soft whoosh sound, and a faint, glow flickered, barely visible from the thick material walls of Anakin's prison. But he didn't have to be a Jedi to know what that glow was. Something was on fire.
'Oh no.'
He almost laughed, the village was most likely about to burn down, and the only thing he could come up with was 'oh no'? Small, wisps of foul-smelling grey smoke, seeped in through the openings at the base of the tent, very shortly filling the area within the room.
"Definitely not good!" He murmured aloud. The cries beyond grew louder, and more helpless, and other sounds, harsher, almost battle-cries, broke out into the night air. Some sort of raid, Anakin deduced.
A tall, stocky shadow loomed over the tent, and Anakin prayed that it was being somehow distorted. Much to his despair, the overhang was thrown back, violently, and Anakin swallowed.
'Apparently not.' Anakin thought.
"A prisoner."
Not again, Anakin begged, to himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but found he had been drained of the strength, apparently his lack of sleep and violent punishment had caught up with him, he lay limp against the soft, warm ground, and waited, something he seemed to be doing more and more often now regrettably. Another loud crash, and Anakin flinched, the man before him spun round, to heed some sort of call he was being given, an order perhaps. He returned his hardened gaze to Anakin's weakened form. Anakin remembered the man storming towards him, something planted itself on his temple painfully.
Then he knew no more.
