The continuing Saga of Two Sith Lords Chapter 9

By Warious

o.o.o.o.o.o.

I killed another Jedi last night. I haven't had so many problems in ages.
Well, this one was harder to destroy then the last one and I had some difficulty defeating him.

It doesn't help when the said Jedi is an adult Wookiee, very hard to kill.
Don't get me wrong, I love Wookiees and have been adopted by a family that doesn't live on Kashyyyk, but this was a Jedi bent on killing.
I didn't DO anything to him or his fellow Jedi before him. Why must they hunt me with the intent to kill? But I digress...

The Jedi and I had battled our way out of the town I lived in (which took a long time to do) We were fighting in the middle of an dirt rode with dense forest on either side. (Which is like that on any dirt rode around here) My watch beeped signaling midnight.
I remember thinking, "Maul's gonna kill me, I'm out way past what I should be" But I had to keep my home's location safe from the Jedi so I battled on.

So intense was our battle that neither of us heard the sound of horse's hooves on the road.
Unlike my brother Maul, I like to talk with the person I'm fighting.
I kept asking the Wookiee why he was so bent on killing me.
His reply (I understand, not speak Wookiee) was that I was a Sith and so should be destroyed.

"But I didn't do anything to you!"

(Translated) "You exist and are evil, you must be destroyed!" please keep in mind that we were fighting all this time

"What kind of excuse is that?"

But the Wookiee never got a chance to reply. He was thrown backwards over a tall man's head. The man whirled around and struck the Wookiee with his sword (yes a REAL sword) cutting off the head.

I stopped moving and watched the newcomer warily as he turned back towards me, his bloody sword still raised.

"Um...Thank you?" I said uncertainly.

He spoke something in what I recognized to be German. I can't speak German! Waaaahhh! I cocked my head to one side with a confused look on my face to show I didn't understand.

The man said something else in German. I was shaking my head when I heard another voice answer back in German. I turned around to see who was there.

Erik strode out of the shadows and placed a hand on my shoulder.
The man spoke again. "He is asking if you are unhurt" Erik translated for me.

"Er...No...who is he?"

Erik asked him and got the reply.

"He says he was called the Headless Horseman"

The German dude spoke again.

"He says someone destroyed the place that was his home and now wanders looking for another." Erik supplied.

"He can stay at our house for now. We'll clean out the Haunted house and he can stay there."

Erik relayed this to the Headless horseman (who very obviously had a head).

THH sheathed his sword and came closer to me and Erik (who was wearing his mask).

THH took my hand and ...well...kissed it. Gross.

"What did you say to him?" I asked Erik.

"That the Lady has offered her home to him."

The HH said something else and I looked up to Erik questioningly.

"He said thank you and he would be..." Erik questioned the horseman. THH spoke again and Erik continued, "Honored to stay in the house of a lady who fights beautifully."

"Then why did he intervene?"

"He says it was proper and that you looked tired. He keeps calling you Lady. Shall I give him your name?"

"Yes, but only the name Warious. Not your name for me."

"Very well" Erik relayed this to the Horseman who obviously has a head.

"He says he is please to meet you but he does not remember his name to give in return."

"Ah, we'll think of something I'm sure" And with that we went home.

There was much yelling on Maul's part until the Horseman came in. Then he just sort of went...weird. Really, really quiet. He turned around and went down to his room. He hasn't been out since.

More complications to my life, OH JOY! Kill me please.

o.o.o.o.o.o.

I suppose you might want a description of our new guest right?

Any of you watch Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow? You know the one with Johnny Depp in it? Well, anyway. Christopher Walken is the dude who plays the Hessian horseman (later known as the Headless horseman). Our guest looked like a cross between the movie version of the Hessian and Seto Kaiba (you know that hot dude from Yu-Gi-Oh!).

Well, our Hessian had the movie version's black hair and sharp teeth, with Seto's face…only real and not anime. So yeah, he looks good, but he looks creepy at the same time. The guy in the movie just looks creepy.

Erik has been teaching him how to speak English and because Erik is a really good teacher the Hessian is learning very fast. However, he types better then he speaks…for now.

I personally taught him a few essential phrases such as, "Die Jedi Scum". He says it so well!

Well the following week we went up north to a place called Calumet. The following is my journalistic encounter of such a trip. Please keep in mind I was having my…monthly cycle and got a bit too emotional…

"Hello my adoring stalkers and minions who care about my boring life.

As all of you are aware (unless you were uninformed) I was away at camp.

I wrote all about it in my journal via paper and pencil.

I felt you adoring minions and stalkers would be interested so I am transcribing what is written in the biodegradable pages to computer memory.

The things written in italics are from when The Horseman got a hold of the paper.

Saturday 6:34 pm (In the Car)

Well we are finally on our way.

I got Maul to come out of hiding to drive us. Unfortunately, with the car being packed there was only enough room for three people.

There are four of us.

Maul said there was no way on Kessel he was going to drive is our guest was going to sit next to him (as the seat behind him was filled with our stuff) 'stops to listen to 'Adventures in Odyssey' that Maul was playing'

This is a pencil? Fascinating.

Erik has taught me how to write in English. I am learning it fast with his and Lady Warious' help.

My pencil! Here, have one that isn't mine.

Ohh. Thank you.

'rolls eyes' Anyway, Erik is sitting next to Maul in the front. The Hessian and I are sitting behind Erik in the ONLY OTHER SEAT in the car. I'm on his lap that is. The Hessian's not Erik's. Maul would rather I was between him and the horseman.

This Maul,

Yes?

Why does he live with you?

'what are you stupid look' He's my BROTHER!

Oh.

'both distracted by Adventures in Odyssey'

This is an interesting form of story telling. With Christian principals it seems.

Yes Hessian boy, that's what Adventures in Odyssey is for. Do you like it?

Yes. It is, how you say, 'cool'.

How do you eat spaghetti through a straw?

…good question.

Maul Speaking, "You don't."

Gaspeth! The Zabarak speaketh!

10:33 pm (Calumet)

We're here! (Calumet) And we've all finally settled in sort of our one room cabin with the name "Eve".

Maul

6:58 am (Calumet)

Shut off the lights before I could finish.

I started my 'monthly cycle' yesterday and am feeling rather fine for once.

Normally I get sick.

Ah! A duelist! And a challenge to duel!

Go and kick his behind I must!

8:08 am

Won the duel lost the match. But it was only my Zombie deck…which needs work.

After the match we all went to eat breakfast.

THH doesn't eat…despite the fact that he is a corporeal ghost. (i.e. Tangible)

Now I'm sitting by the lake while a nice breeze blows my hair into my face. --'

What I was going to write last night before Maul turned the lights out…

Maul and Erik are sharing a bunk at the "furthest and most secluded" part of the cabin.

Maul's on the top bunk, "So I can see your 'friend' coming."

Erik wasn't happy about getting the bottom bunk because Erik is at least 7 feet

(if not taller).

He would have more room on the top bunk but…well, Maul didn't want to share a bunk with the Hessian.

Oh yes, before I forget…

The Hessian and I were talking earlier this morning about the 'name issue'.

We settled on calling him Christopher for now. Chris for short.

Anyway, Chris is 'sleeping' on the top bunk (because he needs the leg room)

Not that he sleeps mind you. Or eats or drinks or gets any 'side effects' of the aforementioned activities.

I'm on the bottom bunk.

(Maul and I are both on the short side incase you people were wondering)

The thing about bunks, however, is the fact that they sink down.

This is very bad for my back and my chiropractor will kill me.

Chris is 'swimming' in the lake.

I haven't seen him surface in the past then minutes…

Never mind, he's just surfaced and coming back to shore.

There is church later on today and Chris seems to be the only guy in my entire acquaintance that has ever been excited at the idea.

I think I have a friend for life. (so to speak)

Chris is asking when Church starts. About eleven. He's got plenty of time.

But not to drip on me and my notebook!

As he is currently doing…

The wind had picked up and it's gotten grey. I think it will rain.

Chris thinks so too.

There is a 'Counselor' rally it seems by the 'snack bar' which happens to be in our viewing range.

Erik is making use of a piano he saw at breakfast.

Maul is meditating up at a place we found when we were here last year.

It's nice and quiet, minus the occasional anima and breeze.

I like being by the lake better. The sound the waves make is…relaxing.

So is Erik's voice but he isn't here right now…I wonder if he'll show for church…

I had someone mispronounce my alias' last name. (I go by another name when I travel) It was pronounced Lemure instead of Lumiere (which isn't my real last name for you stalkers) But I knew her form a few year back so she knows how to pronounce my real name, she just doesn't. I wonder if I should have teased her about the counselor she had a crush on at the time. But I wasn't awake enough to consider it.

We did give Chris a last name for him to go by.

Rommel.

After my favorite WWII general. Yes he was a German, but he rocked!

I felt water… I'm going inside the Cabin.

10:01 am

I got accosted for another duel and I won. And got Legendary Jujitsu Master for winning.

'Yawn' I bet the floor would be more comfortable then these bunks…I'm tired.

Maul is still A.W.O.L.

Erik is in the cabin.

Chris is…somewhere.

I'm sitting at a picnic table by the lake…ish.

Doing nothing.

'cept writing.

Oh…there's Chris.

'muses' James probably wouldn't like it here…or Chris for that matter. Like Chris that is…'pouts'

There is no face for that?

No.

How you say…'Darn'.

'rolls eyes and goes back to reading 'Dracula'

1:20 pm

Just me and Chris at church…

Chris was a little overwhelmed with the new version of worship, but he caught on.

…

He's also used to singing in German, which he demonstrated at my puppy-eyed request. Not bad really. But then I love how the German language sounds …even if I don't understand it.

After church was lunch, for which I noticed both Erik and Maul present.

When I glared at them Erik said, "We were upstairs! You couldn't see us."

Yeah…sure.

'Mental note: If someone sings you a song in a language you can't understand while they gently touch your face ask for the translation!'

Although…since Chris is in fact a Christian, if he were really alive I might find and interest in him.

As it is, Erik and I believe Chris is like a Nazgûl, neither living or dead.

I wonder if there is something we could do for him.

7:03 pm

I have a feeling that Chris wouldn't appreciate the use of my Sith ways…P00.

Come to think of it…neither does Tiana, whom I think of as a sister.

James and Erik don't seem to care, but they're not believers…

As much as I love James Hook (who is still in Neverland) I couldn't marry him unless he became a Christian.

Ditto with Erik.

'sigh' And I don't see ANY sign of that happening anytime soon for either of them…

Double P00.

8:33 pm

Getting ready for bed. I hate my period. Feelin' yicky.

Bleah. 'flops over on stomach'

Guys are lucky. I don't care what they say, but it's true.

No period, more likely to be athletically accepted, more job options. (Well…on earth this is true, not in the galaxy)

'glances up at Erik talking to Chris in German'

I knew it! They're conspiring!

Ah well…

'zzzzzzzz'

Hmmm…who's petting my back?

Don't care…falling…asleep.

12:10 pm Monday

Ung…woke up 'round 7:30-ish for breakfast.

Went to Chapel at 9:15 and sang really stupid songs. (But then…day three of period nothing is good for me)

REALLY had to use the refresher units after.

Maul and Erik went on a canoe trip with a bunch of teens.

I tried to get Chris to go…

He said Someone needed to stay with me.

Normally Maul will argue this point for me but he quickly agreed instead…the traitor.

Well, Chris is forewarned of my grouchiness and advised to steer clear of me…neither of which has he taken precautions of. But then again, I have been out sleeping most of the time.

I am avoiding lunch for I feel yicky.

And as I said before, Chris doesn't need to eat.

Going back to sleep now, I am.

9:25 pm

E and M came back safe around 4pm.

Then it poured. The two were glad to be in out of the rain when it began to really come down.

It's raining really hard now as well and is very loud.

9:20 am Tuesday

(At 'Chapel' hiding in the stairway inside a building called 'Luther Hall')

Okay, this is the only thing Maul, Erik, Chris and I have in common – We hate this crazy early morning sing and dance stuff.

So all four of us are hiding in the stairwell to keep from getting roped into embarrassing things.

So far it's worked. The question is, 'Can we keep this up for the rest of the week?'

General consensus says, 'No,' (meaning pessimistic males Maul, Erik and Chris)

But I remain hopeful, despite the mad (as in loony) adults.

Very, very loony adults…extremely loony. Help us!

Um, It's just paper Lady Warious.

'rolles eyes' I know that Chris, really I do, but I am writing to my dear stalkers who read my journal.

Who stalks you? I'll kill them!

…--' They don't know where we live Chris, we'll be fine. But if you want to kill Jay Tharen (name has been changed) you may.

What did he do?

Suggested adult things to me.

Adult things?

Maul whispers to Erik.

Erik explains in German to Chris.

Oh…I shall kill him then.

adoringlyAwww, my hero/adoringly

Erik and Maul roll their eyes.

9:43 pm

Went to the 'talent' show at 7:30pm.

Some good, some terrible coughDNBcough

Yeah, Count Doomy was there.

There was some really awesome talent. One song that was sung, Chris liked. I liked it too, but I'd heard it before.

Time for bed.

9:30 am Wednesday

Same bat time, same bat channel…same hiding place. (The stairwell in Luther Hall, Calumet)

Mad (loony) activities…again and we are hiding.

Last night during "Vespers" (Which I skipped out on) Chris and Erik went swimming in the dark. The lake was very still, glass like even, so it was really good swimming conditions. But it was really eerie looking because of the fog.

I kept watch over them just incase.

The only problem was that when Chris, dripping, sopping wet, came out of the lake, hugged me. Whilst Erik stood by laughing his musically beautiful laugh, I was trying to get out of the wet Horseman's arms. Which only succeeded in toppling both of us into the sand. This only made Erik laugh harder.

So I was forced to take a late-night shower (not my idea of fun) when I really wanted to sleep. Gerrrrrr.

Now the loonies are attempting to sing a 'round'.

Chris is dry now though and is rather comfortable to sit on.

…hey! They sound good after all! The 'round' song being sung that is…sounds pretty.

Ooooooh! Now they're doing my favorite song.

Bwuahahahahahahaha! Now I have zee vords!

You're making fun of my accent!

No. Zis is zee eeviieell geinius acczent! Not German.

Oh…

Also known as a mix of Russian and bad American accents.

I see…I think…

Hey! You picked up on my dotses habbit!

…So? You just noticed?

--' Nevermind.

10:58am Thursday

We made it!

I forgot my journal for Chapel so I'm filling it in now.

We survived and managed to hide in the stairwell all week. Yay!

I drew a dagger and a sword during Chapel. Very pretty. Yay!

Nothing much happened yesterday.

The boys are enjoying themselves but I am wanting to be home now.

If there is one thing that makes me miserable it's being surrounded by people yet forever alone.

Everyone here (excluding E, M, and C) is either younger then me or older.

The younger ones are obnoxious to the point of wanting attempted murder.

The older ones are to caught up in their own worlds to care if someone wants to join theirs because they are finally old enough.

Adults don't care how old you are if you look 16.

They accepted Erik, Maul and Christopher readily enough, they are and look like adults.

But if it talks like and adult but looks like a young teen, It's inferior and not to be accepted.

Don't you 20 and older humans try to say otherwise, think about it and you'll realize it's true.

Yes there are exceptions, like parents who understand…mostly those who home school.

But particularly you 20-30 people are the biggest culprits. You who should understand the most ignore those who are now as you once were.

Yeah…I feel alone. Inside I am alone.

Pain is what lies inside of me

Pain is all I know

But it still hurts.

I have made changes to what people see when they see me yet I am still not accepted.

Sith or not, I seem doomed to be alone forever.

Yes I have Jesus, and most of the time that is good enough. Yes I have a few good friends, but still I feel alone. Incomplete.

Like a piece of me is missing, but I'll never find it. As if I child swallowed the last piece of the puzzle that is me. Knowledge that I will never get it back.

If you can believe me, I have written this without a single tear, or sob or sniff.

But inside I ache with pain incurable.

There was a time when I believed in the virtues of Honor, Justice, Purity, Mercy, Compassion, Hope, Life and Goodness.

You wouldn't think it of me now though.

I have become twisted and distorted by Betrayal and the world that claims it is 'Light'.

Now I cling to the virtues of Darkness, Shadows, Anger, Hate, Chaos, Death, Destruction and Doom.

There is no turning back.

I have lost what cannot be replaced.

Innocence corrupted and twisted by Betrayal

Honor smashed to pieces

Justice mutilated by selfish Judges

Mercy and Compassion are cast aside like garbage

Life destroyed

Goodness from no human comes

Hope taken.

The virtues I held dear, ripped from me, stripped from me, torn up into many pieces, like my heart.

Collect the pieces.

Put them in jars on the shelf.

Jars filled with dust made from destroyed virtues.

Betrayal hurts and destroys more then one who can ever tell.

I want to yell at them, "I HATE YOU!"

I want to scream, "I curse the day we met!"

I want to shout, "I hope you die feeling the pain you gave me.

The pain you gave me is deeper then any wound and cannot heal.

It will bleed the rest of my life.

Yes, I forgive.

But I can never forget.

How can I ever forget?

The wound remains for all eternity

Reminding me

Slowly killing me

And no one can save me

For I have forgotten how to let another help me

Because I am alone.

10:13 pm

Something odd occurred just before dinnertime. Chris felt hungry. And ate. And drank. (and hade to use the bathroom a few minutes ago…poor guy. Erik went to instruct him in the use of a modern bathroom)

Is he becoming alive once more?

Chris just walked it. He looks a little confused. Poor guy. Neither of us really knows what is going on either.

He says he feels things as he once did when he was alive. Now he feels tired. So he is going to sleep now.

11:40 am Friday (in the car)

Goin' home again

I can't wait to be home again

Gah! No Chris! Maul pull over!

Yuck. Chris seems to be…erg…throwing up. Erk…poor guy.

Looks like breakfast didn't agree with him.

Well he's had more color in his skin this morning. Till now anyway.

But that's only his face. The rest of him looks...well…alive.

Maul looks concerned…

Maul asked "You alright?"

Chris, "No. But I feel better now."

Warious, "Good. Eat this" 'gives Chris PeptoBismal tablet' "This might help."

Chris chews. "This tastes horrible."

Warious, "I know but it should help."

Chris, "Thanks. I think."

Then following week 'Chris finally remembered his name. So now we all have to remember to call him Abner.

A/N: Review me!