A/N: Hey, everybody! Wow! 24 reviews! You guys are the greatest! So, here's the next installment. Another Shaak Ti POV. Dedicated to Kimsa Ki-Lurria who suggested this lovely prompt!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the following characters. I am merely borrowing them for my own sick, twisted amusement. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Night.
Deserted.
Empty corridors that echo my footsteps as I walk.
The Jedi Temple sleeps soundly as I make my rounds.
I love this place.
The peace.
Serenity.
Tranquility.
An asylum.
A safe haven. At least for now.
Sudden noise splits the silence.
My blade flies to my hands, igniting, blue ozone piercing the air.
He's here.
I can feel him.
I can hear him.
And I know he can hear me. Hear my heart.
His chuckle echoes in my head over the roar of my pulse.
Behind you.
I whirl, but there is no one.
Merely a gangly, sinister-looking white statue, frozen leer on stony face.
He's everywhere to me. Even in my Temple. My sanctuary.
Terror splits my mind at the realization of it. My asylum has become insane.
A/N: Ay. Dark. Pretty dark for me anyway. :/ But, hey, when you listen to 'The Phantom of the Opera' as you write, things get pretty dark pretty quickly. So, how'd I do? Review, please!