A.N. Here's a chapter I've been dying to write! Spooky but still with a hint of comedy!
I've never actually written a horror before…I guess this fiction has a lot of first times for me.
Read on!
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Chpater6- A Perfidious Task
The group crept into a round room decorated with many pillars and stone caskets all with hieroglyphics on them. There were no exits in sight, but the noise was definitely coming from this room.
"That's it," said Brian looking around the room, "That's where all this lead to?"
"Don't get excited just yet, Brian" snapped Faris who's obviously had enough of Brian's attitude, "We still need to look around"
"For what?" he snapped back, "a guide book inside one of these coffins!"
"Uh, guys," Purt tried to interrupt, "I don't think it's a good idea we argue here, the computer specifically said we show respect to the dead" Everyone ignored him.
Ron was rubbing his face clearly annoyed with the way things are going.
"How about you wake up a zombie or two and ask for directions!" Faris shouted, "You certainly have the voice to do the job!" Brian walked to the middle of the room and turned around facing Faris.
"Sure why not!" He placed his hands around his mouth, "Hey dead guys! Have you seen a friend of ours come by here!" he put one of his hands around his ears, as though he was waiting for a reply, "Is that a yes or a no?"
Faris clearly had enough and ran over to Brian grabbing his collar, "Are you mad, man?"
"Guys! Please stop!" Purt ran over to the two attempting to break them up.
Between all the hassle Ron was the only one staying calm trying to focus on what their next move should be. If he doesn't make a decision fast these children will only act worse.
But, suddenly Ron notices the room is mistier than when they came in here.
The voices returned now louder than before, but the people in the middle of the room couldn't hear it since they were all too busy fighting.
The deep voiced chorus began their music of horror once more, singing a theme replicating a tragic fall of an empire. A sad moaning for the suffering the dead had endured during their lifetime. Yet it sounds as though the chorus is calling on the listener to join them in their catchy melody, or were they urging the argument to go on?
Ron seems to make out something above the bantering trio.
The mists emerged around them and formed a puffy cloud over their heads…still they do not notice anything. Their fighting was getting more furious.
Ron would've cracked a hole in the ground had his jaw dropped any further to what he saw next.
Faces formed in the cloud above the trio's heads, many faces. All looked pleased with what they were observing, arms from the mist also became visible. A couple of ghostly figures crept down and whispered into Brian's ears and another couple did the same with Faris and Purt. They seemed to be pushing them and urging them to get the fight going.
Suddenly Faris grabbed at Purt's collar and tossed him aside getting some wide smiles from the mysterious faces. Brian took the opportunity and swung a punch at Faris.
The mist acted up and suddenly the two were engulfed in a large cloud as they engaged at each other. Purt got up and ran which caught the attention of one of the ghosts. It then snapped at Ron, who did not hesitate to take flight.
He sprinted out of the room and down the corridor they walked from. Ron took many turns and did not think to remember which direction he was taking. All he cared about is getting away from the freak show he just witnessed.
'This is not a dream! This is not a dream!' He thought to himself, 'who am I kidding this is a nightmare!'
Then he stopped. And stood still.
If he didn't know any better, he was standing at the end of a corridor facing Kim at the other end of the corridor. She was standing at an entrance Ron noticed wasn't there before.
Kim raised her arm forward, and with her index finger, gestured for Ron to come to her.
He trotted towards Kim not sure why she was calling him but then ran realizing once he's got her they can get out of this mess. Kim turned around and began walking away.
"Wait!" Ron cried, "Kim!" She disappeared behind the wall.
Ron skidded around the corner and spotted her at the end of another corridor running.
He chased after her wondering why she was in such a hurry. The corridor tightened as Ron progressed. Except he noticed something was wrong.
When he stopped he realized the walls were still getting tighter. Then it struck him.
'The walls are closing in!' Ron sprinted as fast as he could after Kim. Normally Kim is faster than he is, but she was going ridiculously fast and without tiring!
In the nick of time Ron dove through the corridor end just as the walls closed shut behind him. He rolled on his landing and then stood straight.
Ron found himself in what looked like another tomb. Except this one was different than the last one.
Mist was everywhere here. The ground was invisible and most of the walls.
It was much wider, much larger and it wasn't round. The room was too quiet and subtle for anyone's comfort.
A large stone casket sat at the other end of the room. Between him and the casket was a ghostly figure of a man, or what was left of him. The man's clothes were torn and his face was mangled and partially skeletal with a lot of hair stretching down to the back of his neck. He stood slightly hunched but still, while breathing heavily.
Ron's hairs stood on the back of his neck, his pupils dilated and his face turned white. He stood frozen stiff.
"Are you afraid?" The ghost's voice spoke.
Ron didn't move. Didn't speak. He was choking on his own heart.
"When you stood in front of this cave, I knew you would come in," The ghost spoke with a voice that echoed in the room, his voice was croaky and powerful.
"M-m-my friend came through here," Ron said, "W-w-where did she go?"
"I used the illusion of your friend to guide you to me," The skeletal face was clearer now, the man had eyes but his color was still a mist.
"Why would you want me?" Ron dared to question the ghost.
The man paced across the room with his hands behind his back, "My name is Perfidious Placable" he spoke, "I once was a Sith student in this temple, but I was never respected among the other Sith. Except from my master" Ron didn't understand what he was talking about, but he just decided to play along.
The ghostly body paced back over to face Ron, "They said I was too soft and too kind. They accused me of having too much of the light side in my heart!" He ranted.
"Maybe they were jealous?" Ron risked a suggestion.
"And jealous they were! I did have more power than any of the other students! I was destined to be a Sithlord!" He stretched his arm out and waved his hand. In the mist behind him a figure of a man was meditating on his knees.
"One night in my meditation," then three figures of other men appeared wielding what appeared to be swords, "They struck me in the back!" He grimaced and tears appeared from within the gaping eye sockets. The figures in the smoke raised their arms to strike, the swords hummed as they came down, finally a zap was heard when the swords thrust into the man's back and he fell to the ground. The misty image faded with evil laughs coming from the remaining figures. The ghost stood motionless staring at the mist for a while. The he turned and his face morphed back to its original state…
Ron broke the silence, "You…" his eyes widened, and "you look like me!"
"Yes, Ron" he said, "I died at a young age, It seems this planet's strong force presence allows for any dead force-users to contact the living"
"I still don't understand why you brought me here," said Ron.
Perfidious looked over to Ron and sighed, "Ron, nothing happens for no reason," he paused, "you are a force-user, which means you have the ability to use the mystical energy this planet is so rich of, when no one else can."
He walked closer to Ron.
"What do you mean? I don't understand what you're talking about," Ron shrugged.
"You passed the tests, only a force-user can do that!" he said.
"Oh, that!" Ron laughed, "That was just me and my Monkey Kung Fu!"
"Yes, label it as you may, but there is no doubt, you have the ability to use the force!"
"Okay, but how does that relate to why I am here?" He impatiently asked.
"My, you have courage!" Perfidious grinned, "Ron, I've always wanted an apprentice," he explained, turning around and walking back to his original position, "And what more? I get to correct my failure in the past and train one who not only looks so much like me but with the same potential as well", he raised his fist and gripped hard, "You and I will be greatly honored as the ones who brought back the Ancient Sith traditions and I will finally prove myself worthy…Even beyond the grave!" He stepped beside Ron, "I regain my honor and you will be trained to use the force at its fullest potential…It's a win-win relationship, my young friend," he then stood face to face with Ron, " What say you?"
Ron's emotions were running high and he gave off a sigh, "I-I'm…not sure," he gulped, "What do I need to do?" he asked.
"Easy," he scoffed, "since you already know the basics of the force, I merely need to complete your training."
"How are you going to do that?" Asked Ron, Perfidious turned away.
"You have a task, complete it and I will take you as my apprentice," He looked back at Ron, "Then you may return at any time and I will train you,"
"Very well," said Ron, "What is my task?"
"Ron," Perfidious walked to the side with his arms crossed over his chest, "We Sith rely on our passion for our strength," he explained, "Thus, for the first task the master always sets an objective that the student would feel very passionate about," He turned around and looked Ron in the eye, "A close friend for example," he grinned.
"Kim!" Ron exclaimed, "What have you done to her? Where is she?"
"Yes," Perfidious closed his eyes and breathed deeply, "I feel the anger in you now now…it's strong."
Ron pulled out his pistol and took a shot at Perfidious, then realized how pathetic that attempt was when Perfidious laughed.
"Find and save your friend Ron," Perfidious explained, "And I'll answer all your questions." Perfidious turned and walked, disappearing into the mist.
"Wait!" Ron called, "How do I find her?" He got no answer.
Ron stood in the middle of the misty tomb wondering if he'll ever save his best friend from this mystical place, wondering what if he doesn't and wondering why these things always seem to happen...to him.
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A.N. I lost sleep thinking up this chapter.
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The next chapter will bring either disaster or glory…read it to find out!