Ian sneaked another glance at Luke. He was being surprisingly docile, and that meant that he was up to something. Ian was very paranoid at the moment as well, ever since meeting up with Dorian that night.
"Okay, what the hell are you planning, kid?" Ian demanded, slamming a foot on the brakes. Luke's seat-belt cut into his neck and he gagged before pulling it away.
"What are you talking about?" Luke asked, glaring at him.
"You stupid midget! If it's some stupid prank I swear—!" Ian started the engine up again and continued on the journey to school, swearing under his breath.
Luke wondered if he should mention anything about Dorian. He could casually say he met him—say he was a new teacher…he needed to see what sort of reaction Ian had.
"I met a new teacher a few days ago." Luke casually mentioned, reclining into his seat.
"Oh yeah?" Ian snorted, never taking his eyes of the road.
"Yeah, his name was Dorian Jackspiel." Luke watched as Ian's knuckles turned white from the force of which he held onto the wheel, his lips pressed into a thin line and a dark look came into his eyes.
"Really?" Ian asked in a strained voice.
Luke sighed noisily, and slumped down in his seat. How did Ian and Dorian know each other? He couldn't come up with a simple logical answer to that question, he was getting frustrated.
"Do you know him? You sound like you do…" Luke trailed of and waited for his reply.
"Whatever, we're here now. See you, midget." Luke slammed the door with as much force as he could muster before storming into school.
"What's wrong with you?" Hailie asked as Luke stomped towards his locker.
"Nothing. It's just, well…I don't know." Luke didn't need to bring his friends into this mess.
He could deal with it.
He woulddeal with it.
"Ryan, Hailie! If Miss asks where I am, say that I'm ill!" Luke shoved his bag in his locker, and pocketed the key.
"What? Why?" Hailie demanded while Ryan scratched his head.
"I just have to do something." Luke glanced at the clock. Only a few more minutes till Form Time started.
"But Luke—" Ryan started, but Luke dashed out the door before they could do anything.
"Should we follow him?" Hailie asked, ignoring her brother's glare.
"Nah." Ryan shook his head and stretched, "Let him do his thing." Hailie shook her head; Ryan was such a laid-back person sometimes.
Thereheis!Luke thought, spotting Dorian's blonde head bobbing along.
Darting after him, Luke found himself pressed up against the side of the school's wall, Dorian walking along and whistling a happy tune.
He paused his whistling, and glanced around almost tooidly before opening the school's cellar.
Luke hesitated, and briefly wondered why he didn't think to bring his Lightsaber, but the cellar was closing, so Luke hopped in without a second thought.
Whatthe—?Luke found himself falling through the air, his limbs flailing around uselessly. It didn't help that it was pitch black, so he couldn't see anything.
ThisisjustlikewhenFatherpushedmeoffofthatbuilding.Luke thought bitterly, nearly throwing up his breakfast and he heard a dull roaring in his head.
Focusing, he stretched out with the Force, trying to see if there was anything he could land on safely.
He recognised something, but he didn't have any time to figure out what it was because he shifted and hit the thing with a thump…followed by a few crunches.
"A pile of leaves?" Luke asked aloud, recognising the texture. He crawled around on all fours, straining his eyes to see if he could recognise anything that could help him.
Alight!Luke crawled towards it, hitting his head on what he presumed was a wall. He army crawled through on his belly, suddenly grateful for all that training his Father forced him to do.
When he finally emerged, a bright light temporarily blinded him. He reared back and slowly readjusted his sight; he was in a relatively large room, laminated by hundreds of Lightsabers that lined the walls.
"I see you've found my little hide-out, Luke. I knew you were following me the whole time, you've still got a long way to go before you're a Sith." Dorian mused, a lazy air about him.
Luke cautiously stood up, and glanced back from where he came from.
"What is this place? And how do you know Ian?" Luke decided to cut straight to the point, anything bad he could report to his Father, but for now, he was feeling mildly confident, (if only a little threatened).
"Tut, tut Luke. Don't ask questions if you can't handle the truth." Dorian stretched slightly before taking a few steps towards Luke.
"Stay back." Luke warned, calling upon the Force to send a Lightsaber flying into his hand off the wall.
"There are a few Jedi left." Dorian breathed, a malicious look in his eyes.
"Jedi." Luke repeated dumbly, the orange blade clashing with his bright blue eyes.
"Yes," a small chuckle escaped Dorian's lips, "and Ian? Well, he never wanted to be Vader's assistant. So I offered him something better."
"I don't understand!" Luke backed up when Dorian chuckled darkly.
"Of course you don't. You're only 11, far too young." Luke huffed indignantly, and glanced around for an exit.
"Whatever. I'm telling Vader about this!" Luke spotted a ladder in the far corner, and he glanced back at Dorian.
"Luke—" the younger of the two made a Force-dash towards the ladder, and Dorian barely grabbed onto the back of his shirt. Luke spun round, the momentum from his speed enabling him to kick Dorian round the face before returning to his escape.
Gottagetout!Gotta…getout!Luke scrambled up the ladder, and watched as Dorian recovered from his kick. Luke literally head-butted the little wooden flap that blocked his way, only to be met with shrill screams.
"WHAT THE HELL LUKE? GET OUT!" Stars, Luke had ended up in the girls changing rooms!
Howdidthathappen?He scrambled out, dodging the various objects that were being thrown at him.
"PERVET!" was the last thing he heard.
Luke heaved a sigh of relief, his face tomato red.
Dorianissuchaperv!Luke thought angrily, heading towards the exit.
Father had to know about this…this plan. He couldn't just leave it now…it had gotten serious.
"Damnit." Dorian swore, and massaged his probably broken nose. "Doesn't he understand that we're doing this for him?" he rubbed his forehead.
Of course he doesn't…he's too young. I'm trying to help Luke. I'll have to talk to Ian about this new development.
Dorian had never felt older in his life. He just hoped Vader wouldn't get involved, then what was left of the Jedi order would have very little hope left.