DISCLAIMER: (singsong-y voice)HEY GEORGE LUCAS! Since it was Christmas and all I got was an iPod shuffle...feel like giving me Star Wars?
Alas, when I called, the line was busy.
So I don't own it. Wish I did. Oh well. I do however own rights to Ryoki-Chana, the manga. Muahahaha.
Yeah, sis is gone. So party.
YOU GET THE INSANE SIS! w00t w00t.
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CHAPTER WARNINGS: Includes very violent themes, if you are under thirteenI would not advise you to read...I will send oh-so-great Annie Skywalker after you. You're allowed to kill him. Please. He shoulda died in the first place. Then I'll send you Mace Windu. DIE! Hee...sorry...sugarhigh at 10:30 pm...
It's Anij...go ahead and tell me my writing sucks. I'm on break, and you're not gonna hurt my feelings. I will simply laugh in your face if you flame me. Honestly. I will...take no offence. Or...better yet...buy me hot cocoa mix or Skittles and send at least one pack. I swear to the Force I will write and update faster until Jan. 3rd, when my twin and I go to school...
Saviour, Weapon, Executioner: The first of many blows is given
The Jedi found themselves bound next to the girls in a line of cool, clanking chains.
"What is to be our fate?" asked Xanatos, the less experienced and obviously more nervous Jedi.
Bib Fortuna grunted, then pulled them roughly to a halt, slapping Xanatos for speaking.
"You Jedi...shall die..." Jabba responded, slightly distracted by the numerous pleasure women gathered around his huge body, attending to all the things that were unspeakable to younger ones at the time. "But the girls...they are mine. They shall be punished accordingly, won't they?" He nodded to two bounty hunters sitting at his side, who immediately rose in the darkened room, and grabbed the twins, who remained totally calm, having seen the darker side of this life more than once. Kai reached back desperately, and as both twins were stuffed into small bags to make transport easier, she held her hand out once again or the Jedi, out of the sack. The hunter carrying her used the hilt of his blaster to snap the arm, forming a clean and audible break. Kai did not even cry out once, instead making the best use of her broken arm to harness the Force and gently nudge the lock on the shackles and make release only a simple arm movement away for the tall and majestic Jedi Knight. Then the darkness permeated her vision, just as Jabba uttered a final string of words.
"...confinement...solitary...one month...one meal a day."
That was all Kai heard as the sack closed in from all sides, suffocating and enfolding in its rough and dusty cloth.
Darkness.
Silence.
The sound of water dripping onto the metal beat its rhythm into the isolation, and the cold, feverish body lying within the dank tomb savoured it; it was a rope leading to what was left of sanity, and indeed life itself.
She shivered briefly-calling out for her sister... she opened her mouth to cry and was choked with her own pooled blood on the floor. The metallic taste reminded her of her purpose, and as she tried to stand, she collapsed beneath both her own weakened and cut legs and the pressure of the pain in her shattered arm.
Stifling a cry, she remembered how she had been taught to heal by S'ratha all those years back; the older woman, who had been like a mother to them (albeit cruel sometimes), had been a slight Force-sensitive as well. Calling back those memories, those times that she had been so carefree, so...immature and childish...she begged whatever deity that might drop by to give her death, end her suffering, not force her slightly older twin to suffer any longer at her own hands.
In order to do this, she would have to free her sister.
To free her sister, she would be forced to heal.
She collapsed back to the floor with an unsuccessful attempt to sit. The irony hit her like a slap in the face; she who had sworn on her sister's cowering form that one day to always protect her would probably end up being the one protected.
With barely any strength to move, the girl-not even a teen yet but at the same time both an adult and child-turned her face to the ceiling, light eyes seeming to pierce through it and see to the darkened sky. After a few blissful moments of imagining the stars, her mind turned against her and her nearly dying body. The dream turned to a nightmare, and within a few instants she saw what she nearly certainly knew to be the future, she saw and felt blood droplets raining upon her face, her sister's body hovering above her, shot through by so many lasers that there was no way she could be alive; yet she was.
With a painful smile, Ele coughed and blood, nearly black, poured from her mouth as she spoke her last words.
"Sister...I..." her body was racked by coughs, and her bright eyes themselves began to turn red and darken as they glazed over with the fog of death. "I...love you...don't...cry...please..." With that the body shook and rolled, bloody eyes to the sky. At the same time, crimson began to pour from her nostrils, slightly open mouth, and all of the newly-cut openings in her chest and neck.
Screaming loudly, Kai tried to close her eyes, tear them away, but it was to no avail. She screamed until she was hoarse, and then painfully transitioned into another world, one of shadows and inner screams. Slipping into a near-coma, she fell into a deep sleep...
"What is to be our fate?" This time the master asked, though they had already gotten an answer he wanted confirmation. Bracing himself for a blow, he paused as none came.
"We will kill you. We have said this before, yes? We will place you in one of the cells and fill it with water..."
Behind Qui-Gon, Xanatos began not to tremble but to face his soon-to-be killer. His cold blue eyes met Jabba's, and he glared angrily at the Hutt...if looks could kill Jabba would have been dead.
"Take them away...they bore us," the massive Hutt finished, again looking towards the women. "Give them...an hour."
Finally coming out of the sleep that had occupied her, she realized she could not 'feel' her sister. It was as if her abilities to commune with the Force and through the Force had been numbed.
However, that didn't mean she couldn't heal...
Reaching a bloody hand to her broken and battered limb, she winced against the pain. Unable to see where she was, she didn't even bother to open her eyes as she placed it and drew off that power within herself. Envisioning it as a bright, pulsating light, she gently spun it from raw energy into muscle and bone, replacing the blood she had lost, and mending the flesh in a nearly-perfect new mould.
After what could have been a day, or as short as a few minutes, she came out of her healing trance. Carefully trying to reach a standing position, she fell again with a loud bang against the floor of freezing metal, stained with blood.
And she was thirsty, to add to her problems.
Really thirsty.
As she laid nearly helplessly on the floor, an idea came to her. It wasn't exactly a great idea, but she was wounded with no water supply. With only a little bit of liquid, she would probably be able to stand...grabbing hold of the one idea she had to call her own, she began to slowly, and then more quickly, lap up her own blood, tainted by only the bitter taste of the metal.
After nearly five minutes of this, she could shakily stand.
Kai grinned.
It was a start.
As they were led down the hallway to their final resting places, Xanatos and Qui-Gon were shoved in the back by Bib Fortuna, who for once was quiet and said nothing to either Knight or apprentice.
How had she done it?
Master Jinn puzzled over this silently for a few moments. Kai or Ele, one of the two, had touched his bindings just enough to set him free. He had not made his chance for escape yet, but there was only one opportunity. The time to think this over was later, not now.
As the two were led into the same cell, a vertical chamber with an enclosed platform, he made his move, unshackling himself and knocking out Fortuna in the process.
Clicking her tongue, Kai inched towards where she heard the refraction of sound last, the indentation that would be the door.
When she arrived a few minutes later, she placed a single hand on the wall.
This needed concentration.
It was the most powerful thing she knew she could do.
She had tried it before, when she and Ele had been given 'playtime' back in the days when Hajja the Hutt was still their master. It had, as a result, taken her all of two years to master it. All because she had wondered at a simple formula she had devised as a consequence of some actions.
Outward force + inner strength + strong will major outward destructive force.
Placing her left hand on the wall, she wearily leaned against it and looked inside of her.
The Force was no longer light, she actually saw it gathering at her fingertips. It was bloodred, and somehow it didn't illuminate anything in the room save her fingers. Applying this to the wall, she focused again, and at the count of three, shoved her energies outward, blowing out the entire wall.
Now to find Ele.
Whirling gracefully, the Jedi Knight retrieved a blaster from the fallen bounty hunter's utility belt. Gripping the unfamiliar weapon tightly, he connected with the Force and with precision and speed, nailed the center of his Padawan's bindings, and connected the blaster with the second guard's head. As he fell, the young padawan retrieved a secondary lightsaber from his belt.
It always had bothered the Knight that his padawan always prepared for the worst, even when there was nothing foreseeable that could be a danger to a relatively experienced two-man team.
Even more disturbing was the wave of excitement and cool recklessness being put out by the elder teenager.
"You need to calm down, Xani...hand me the saber..."
"Of course, Master." All of a sudden the bothersome and troubling emotional wall faded and was no longer there. Qui-Gon overlooked it; he and his padawan could talk privately on the way to Coruscant. Tossing Xanatos the blaster, the two became almost literally one, taking out all of the opponents in the area. Finally having finished the grim task, they had been about to leave when they had heard the crash and frantic yells.
Smiling with a blasé air, Kai chuckled and grabbed the nearest sharpened metal object, in this case a rod with a rather nasty cutting edge.
Just like a sword...mmmm...i like this already.
Twirling it lazily around her sides, she faced the five or so gun-wielding guards with no concern towards them whatsoever.
I lost my life back there. It's all in Ele's hands.
With that thought completed, she leapt with amazing agility for one who had been dying only an hour ago. As the confused guards searched out their prey, she came up behind them with almost a bored sigh.
I will kill to protect her. Not only kill, but be killed.
With that next thought put into play, she massacred the guards. With her exhausted yet hardened air, she fought without mercy, striking down any and all that stood between herself and her goal.
Fly, you fools. Fly into the sky. Into hell, here at my own hands.
She continued down into the hallway, all senses at their maximum output. Her cold grey eyes shone as she searched a dead body, looking for that which she knew was there. On one of the lead guardsmen, she found... a blaster?
Heh. Can't deal with me with one weapon, let alone two...let's see what you can do here.
Testing her own strength, she felt her sister begin to awaken and stir from her troubled sleep. Using that as a guide, she continued on, masking her inside emotions with a devil-may-care attitude and a bored posture. Finally, though, she met one person she couldn't defeat.
A man.
A tall man.
She tried her tricks: psychological tricks through seemingly being totally confident in her own abilities, and real tricks by fighting in a blitz round of blows, kicks, and punches. She held her own for a while, and as ore reinforcements came running down the hall, she simply raised a hand and slapped them into the wall with such force as to crush their backs, and for some their necks, immediately.
At that instant, the man grabbed her hand roughly and jerked her around.
"Mmmm...Jabba's been looking for you, little bitch...but we can have some fun first..." the emphasis on which the man put on the word 'fun' scared her as he dragged her into a dimly lit room and shoved her onto the floor. Emotionlessly staring up into the darkness of the man's face behind the hood, she didn't even struggle as he ripped off her tunic hungrily and pulled off her underclothes.
Touching sensitive areas of the girl's body, the man lusted after more...the childish, virgin body beneath his did not quiver at the touch. She would be a pleasure to break and abuse.
His rough tongue traced her chest down to her stomach, and his large and groping hands spread her legs in an attempt to force her to accept him. She did not cry out.
Using his hands to feel her body and work her over, he began to succumb to his selfish desires.
He shoved himself inside of her with no ado, trying his best to hurt her as he pushed in and out, breaking the small girl's inner muscle in the process.
Blood seeped out when he finally left her, and he muttered curses as he left the room, only to be faced by a Jedi. Not any Jedi. Qui-Gon Jinn-Jedi.
He didn't even see Kai behind the man, didn't see her hastily grabbing at her robes and tunic and shoving them over her shivering body. He didn't even notice anything but her Force presence until she tugged on his robes, all of a sudden just a child again.
"Kai! Where's Ele?" the Master asked urgently. If the two had gotten separated, Ele had most likely been killed.
"Follow me, Master Jinn. I will lead, don't worry, I'll be fine."
With that said, he did so, with quite a bit of worry for her safely as Xanatos trailed after both of them.
He saw her somehow incredibly powerful and still bloodthirsty way of combat, evolved from years of anger, stress, and hate. Admirable, that she had held it back until now.
He sensed another emotion within her, prevalent and nearly controlling; uncontrollable shock, perhaps even fear.
Wondering what had happened to illicit these dark feelings, he continued down the maze of pathways, realizing that even if they did ever manage to turn her more light, the first blow of many had been dealt by the shadows in an attempt to take the child from the Jedi, the Light Side of the Force.
MUAHAHAHAHA!
I know...I'm cruel...but I loved this chapter! Writing it...then reading...and rereading...and becoming slowly insane...
It only took me like two hours.. heh. Loved it. Expect (somewhat) quick updates from here 'till Jan. 3.
Yavië...heehee...since she hasn't let me do chappy editing in a while...she doesn't get to see NstS before I post.
She's gonna kill me...if you don't ever hear from me again, check your nearest criminal listing and see if a certain Yavië Jinn happens to be there...god. I want to KILL her for not letting me see the chapters...but you get to hear from me for the next two chapters...or one...whatever. You see...heh...sister's gone for the week, went to St. Louis. So I call the fanfic!
-Anij Jinn
(your insane twin, for all concerned, did I mention completely mad?)
