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Chapter 2 - Perfect Execution
Maul panicked and shouted furiously at the air. The room he was in was locked, it looked like an operating theatre, and he had no legs, just metal misshapen things. He was at a loss. He didn't know who he was, where he was, or why he was there. He looked at his reflection once more. His eyes glowed a fearsome yellow, and his face was covered in Tattoo's. Horns sprouted from his head like a crown, and his teeth were black as coal. "What am I?" he whispered.
He spent a couple of minutes trying to 'order' his legs to move the way he wanted. He walked forward uneasily, and the foot clanked as metal hit metal on the floor. The hairs on his neck began to vibrate as he felt another presence nearby. He knew the feeling, he had felt it before, but he couldn't remember why. He concentrated and lifted his arms, poking invisible feelers into every nook and cranny. There were two of them…in a room nearby, there were people outside, lower levels…very low. He moved toward the window, and looked down.
The building he was in descended into what looked like an abyss. A thick mist, hiding its depth from view. Maul sensed it was very deep. Why do I know this? He grabbed his throbbing head and growled. His whole torso hurt, as if it had been subjected to non-stop torture for a week.
The door suddenly opened and Maul whirled around to see a very tall old man in the doorway.
Maul stared at him and said nothing. The old man was holding a strange device, like a metal rod, with buttons on it. It was black, and didn't look dangerous.
Dooku paused as Maul stared at the lightsaber hilt in his hand. "Do you…know what this is?" he asked, wondering if Maul started to remember. "Do you remember me?"
Maul studied the man and the object intently, then screwed his face up with mixed feelings of irritation, pain and worry. He nodded his head. "No." he murmured.
Dooku sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that." He lifted his hand to Maul, and with a flash, sent bolts of lightning spewing out toward him.
It hit Maul square in the chest, throwing him against the thick glass of the window. The sheer force of the blow caused the glass to crack. He cried out as his body twitched and twisted in pain. His metal legs struggled to keep him upright.
Dooku lowered his arm as Maul fell to his knees, doubled over in pain. The boy had no idea what he was capable of. He had fought Maul in practice duels before. It had been pretty evenly matched, with wins and losses on both sides. The Maul he knew would have dodged or blocked that lightning strike. This was not Lord Maul. Dooku flicked the switch and his lightsaber ignited, making the room glow an eerie red.
Maul raised his head painfully. "Why?" he gasped. "What have I done?"
Dooku took a step toward him. Lifting the lightsaber, ready to separate the boy's head from his shoulders. The least he could do was make Maul's death painless. "You died." Dooku said coldly, and brought the sabre down.
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