Red
A/N: I am so sorry about taking so long to get this posted! I know it's been forever and you hate me, but you can stop hating me because I have updated! Woo hoo! Now, onwards, with the adventures of Karva and that well-known Sex Muffin, Obi- er, wait, no, Anakin Skywalker, yes, that's it!
I was listening to 'This Place is a Prison' by The Postal Service and 'Wonderwall' by Ryan Adams.
Sanctuary
Golden slants of light filtered into the room and onto the ceiling above her, casting eerily beautiful designs of swirling colour on the pale beige paint. Karva sighed, frustrated, as she glared around at her gilded cage. She was restless, her feet anxious to move, move anywhere, everywhere, just away from here. She sighed again and her ran her fingers through her hair, as it lay splayed out on the pillow beneath her, glowing in the artificial light.
She had given up on sleep long ago. She had awoken sweaty and tense, her muscles seized up and shaking slightly. She wanted out, and she couldn't sleep for the need of release. She had been ready to flee at any moment. Swiftly and silently on foot, out of the Temple and away from her sorrow and fleeting memories. Only the fear of loneliness had kept her firmly in place, barely lifting a finger. She didn't like to admit it to herself, but she knew what was causing these frightening new emotions. She was afraid. Utterly, completely, cripplingly terrified.
She had seen what had happened to other Orphans, after their Masters had died. They had moved ghostly silent from place to place, never speaking, never smiling. And each day their image grew fainter and fainter, until finally, they barely existed at all, only the bare foundations of their souls remained. This place was going to suck the life out of her, Karva knew it. Slowly, with each passing day, Karva would slip just that tiny bit further from anyone's reach, until she was no more than an apparition. She knew she had to flee, to escape this place before her soul cracked and dried up, to be carried away on the breeze, slipping softly through her fingers. She couldn't survive these feelings. She was alone now, and had no one to depend on but herself, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to cope by herself. She needed her Master, and yet her Master was the reason she was in this position in the first place.
All that remained for her here were painful memories and a pointless life, filled with agony and despair. She didn't want that life, she didn't want pain or depression, she was afraid. So, she was of course thinking of the only thing she knew how to, run. Run from the ghosts and sadness to come, to where, she didn't know. She just knew she had to run.
Before she could think or breathe, she was standing at her door. Barefoot and shivering, she stood straight and defiant, bracing herself for what she was about to do.
Karva raised a shaking hand, preparing to Force open her door, then paused. She glanced around nervously, as though the walls were watching her, ready to scream out her next move to the entire Temple. The walls winked gold at her, this truly was her gilded cage. Beautiful, warm and inviting, yet dead and lifeless all the same. No matter how wonderful or pretty it may seem, it held no comfort for Karva.
She inhaled, she was standing in the small living area. She exhaled, she was in the hallway, blinded by the bright unforgiving lights that illuminated the corridors day and night.
She inhaled, she was sprinting through the halls. On she ran, past door after door, never faltering for a moment. She could hear their murmurs, coaxing her back to the only home she had ever known. She could feel their eyes, watching her with compassion as she fled. The shadows flew behind her and she jerked around, afraid to find Skywalker chasing after her, a haunting image in swirling black robes.
She exhaled, she was running through the main entrance, past the magnificent statues as they scowled down upon her, her bare feet slapping against the polished stone floor. She stumbled and fell, landing on her knees in the grand open entrance. She gulped down the clear, cool air. She stood shakily and looked down to see her knee gashed and seeping. The blood was warm and sticky against her skin as it spread quickly down her leg. She blanched as she studied the knee intently, never touching, just staring. Then she was off again, limping slightly now, yet rejoicing at the pain that shot through her leg with each fevered step.
She was panting quickly as she inhaled again now, the air burned her lungs and throat as she sucked it in hungrily.
She exhaled, she was lost now as she flew down the strange and crowded streets. She was obviously in an Entertainment district of some sort now, and it was just coming alive in the early hours of the morning. She pushed through the crowds of happy club goers and mobs of not so happy gangsters and drug dealers. Her pale skin glowed red, purple, blue then pink under each luminescent sign she passed. Her eyes darted from place to place, never lingering for longer than a moment as she desperately sought a place of refuge, a sanctuary. A dark alley perhaps, a nook or cranny under a permacrete overhang, anywhere she could escape the eyes that followed her or undressed her and gather her wits. Strange humanoids cast her angry glances as she darted past them, red hair flying behind her, legs and feet bared and aching. She did not dare stop. The ghosts were behind her, she could feel their breath on her neck as the shocks traveled up and down her spine.
She finally spotted an alleyway of sorts. It was a wedge of space in between two clubs that was used to store waste receptacles. She dashed inside quickly and hid behind a large black bin. She had finally found it, her sanctuary. Her heart was pounding and she thought it would burst from her chest as it heaved and shook. Her muscles burned and her throat closed then opened once again. Her tunics and hair were soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to her body.
She wretched and heaved, relieving her stomach of it's earlier contents. Her body was numb and vibrating, and she felt nothing as her vision blurred, then blackened as she collapsed against the wall on her left. She slid slowly down the wall, coming to rest in the pool of her own waste.
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A:N/ Sorry for this also being short, I'll post the next chapter very, very soon. I just wasn't planning on writing tonight, I just sat down at my computer and it poured out. Yet, I'm very tired and wanted to post something today, so there it was. I love you! Review, or not, it's up to you! Flames welcome! (I'm cold.)