The deadside

Chapter 2

Butterflies

(Disclaimer: I own nothing that of star wars, or anything that as to do with George locus. So plz do not sue me =D)

The temple after the purge

Everything is fuzzy…can't focus…my mind feels like it's wrapped in sandpaper.

I move…slowly pushing myself from the floor.

I smell blood, feel sticky…filthy…I taste copper in my mouth.

Whispers surround me…voices in my head…like itchy butterflies….why is that funny?

"Kill!" something screams through the inside of my mind.

"The butterflies are angry." I laugh…that is funny…I have killer butterflies screaming inside my head.

Am I crazy?

"no… just dead…" a small girl's voice whispers in my ear.

"what do you mean I'm dead?"

"we are all dead…so are you." I focus on her voice…pulling her fuzzy out line into view.

Gold eyes stare down at me…torn flesh, and bits of flesh surround exposed bone.

"no…that can't be right…" I try to move but can't.

The fuzziness fades slowly as I look around.

My legs are trapped under a massive pile of rubble, yet I feel no pain.

"What the hell?" I scream pushing against the weight on me.

"Calm down girl." I hear a new voice from behind me.

I look up to see a blackened, burnt skull staring at me. My scream echoes back at me from the ruined walls.

"Tsk" comes as the skull rolls his eyes. "Was that really needed?"

A soft giggle brings the girl back to my attention.

"I like her…she is funny!" a smile spreads across her lips.

"I don't think you understand child…you are dead." The skull gives a spreading arms motion.

"we all are."

I look around and see hundreds of people, all staring at me.

A slow pressure decease on me…flashes of memories as I see each face…each life flicker by me.

"oh, I think she is starting to get it," an excited man said, a large section of his chest is exposed, his left arm hangs at an odd angle.

"i-I'm dead…" I see each death…feel their deaths. My eyes fall on the last dead staring at me…her eyes are sad…a deep pain runs through both of us.

"Master..." I swallow; my throat is dry as I feel tears in my eyes.

She knells next to me; her hand is ice cold as is her tears.

" I am sorry oris….i never wanted this for you." She chokes, her pale skin is only marred by the lines where vader's saber sliced through her.

I stare up at her not understanding, a cold fear is building inside me.

"don't be scared." the little girl giggle at me, I don't remember her.

"oh, I'm not one of your dead…I'm just here for you." Her and touches me, a black warmth spreads through me. I stare up at her, into her golden eyes. "I know you…"

She smiles down at me, her eyes fade to a shiny opal, staring right through me.

"oh yes…you do know me…and soon this little empire will also."

We both smile as the dead around us begin to fade, shifting, flowing around us.

"we are your butterflies." I hear her voice. "we are your dead" I feel power rage through me as I push against the rubble. It moves aside, allowing me to rise.

The last whisper I hear from the girl is "together we are the darkside!"

I feel the dead in me, anger, pain…and their power.

"Come my butterflies…we have blood that needs letting."

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