Been a while;p Well enjoy!
Ch24
The pain is agonizing. I curse under my breath; the darkness is spreading through my veins like acid, heavy burning. The darkness yells at me to harness its power control it bend it to my will. But that is not an option. Not now not when I am so close to a Jedi a councilmember no less. I am sweating like an ack pup fresh out of its womb. Half carried half dragged I can sense vague dangers as the force yells at me. But the threat to my life is the loudest shriek of them all.
"Force! Kenobi stay with me!"
The darkness is spreading quickly. If I do not control it, it will make a puppet out of me. A willing slave to its whims and twisted desires.
"Kriff it Master." I sound pathetic and weak to my own ears. The whole scenario suddenly feels surreal to me as if I am not in my own body but looking through a dizzying lens. A sith undercover on a dark planet being eaten alive by the dark side as a Jedi attempts to save this dark apprentice. If I was in less pain I would laugh. The darkness is humming louder in my ears blood thrumming at my temples. It is whispering to me to kill him. Here on this planet filled with darkness and lacking the accursed blessed light I could behead him easily. From my position a force choke would be only too simple. And yet my cover is not my own it is my masters. Better that darkness consumes me then I fail Darth Sideous.
I claim I do not fear him and yet I do. He is dark perverted even more so then Darth Plagues. And he is clever so very clever. I can see the hunger in his eyes, the lust that that appears on his hooded face every time I or Xanatos are before him. If he could take our bodies as his own cast off the skin of the old man and become young once more he would do it. He cares nothing for us. I know it and I hate it and fear it. I hate the Jedi for abandoning me. For throwing me into the cold of the world at a mere age of thirteen. You didn't want me then for I was weak but now stronger you wish for my return because you fear what I have become. Fear. Another suppressed laugh. The Jedi claim they do not have attachment and yet their clinginess to the mantra of destroying those of the dark side makes them fear. They are attached in the most ironic way to that which they believe in. And this attachment is what led many a knight astray ironic is it not. The darkness yells and I yell with it. It howls as I do entering my very being. The rain does nothing but add to the growing storm dripping as it yells as one with me in the center of the swamps. Lightning flashes and I have never felt so invigorated. I can hear my voice yelling with the darkness.
"Nwûl tash!"
"There is no emotion, there is peace!" A rough voice yells back at me!
"Dzwol shâsotkun! "
I can hear a blade meeting another. Blue and violet clashing in the eye of the storm trees unspared by the onslaught of the lashing rain and wind.
"Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk."
"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge!"
"Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan."
"Center yourself!" The voice yells at me as the red haze behind my eyes grows. This being burns my eyes I must slay it! It is blessed as I am cursed. It must die for being born so fortunate! It must die for its naivety its simplicity its innocent beauty. The weaker more beloved sibling.
"Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha."
"There is no passion, there is serenity! Padawan!"
"Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak."
There is no chaos, there is harmony! Control the darkness! Don't let it consume you! The voice is breathing hard the light blazing brighter!
Suddenly my body is not my own! The darkness lunges with me as one to kill to mar efface vanquish erase and yet the darkness should know better. There is no death, there is the Force. No blade can kill the light!
"Wonoksh Qyâsik nun!" Free! "The force shall free ME!" I stop midway in my strike. Letting my blade meet air. If I am to kill a Jedi it shall be on my own terms. The dark side is freedom not control. I am free! I yell in defiance to the dark. It yells at me and I roar at it louder. And suddenly it whimpers and crawls to me. I grasp it and push it down tearing the link the darkness made without my asking. It burns oh how it burns!
"Kenobi!" The voice is Mace's. I don't know whether to push his hand away or let him steady me as I wretch thick red onto the cold stone floor in release.
"Easy there son." My eyes focus on the overlarge cave we are now in. The walls are inscribed in ruin and I am shivering my clothes drenches plastered to my body. Jedispit it is cold!
Something is being said but I can't hear it. My shoulder is being shaken but I don't care. No master in the world could wake me now. I am tired so very tired, of running fighting destroying killing but not of hating never of hating. Those are the last thoughts as I am pulled into the darkness.
What Obi wan was chanting was the sith code in the sith language which is literally called the Old Tongue. Hope you enjoyed;p
