College, that's all I can say. I will try to make the next chapter longer and update sooner. No promises though, sorry real life comes first.
Ch31
"Enter." The door was slid shut behind him as he emerged in merciful half-darkness the sun already setting on Coruscant and the light off. It was cooler here, no light.
"It hurts doesn't it?" His eyes narrowed as the sentinel walked to one of the elaborate shelves littered with priceless artifacts.
"What do you mean?"
A feral grin graced the lips of the Jedi Master. "Why the force. Come now there is no need to pretend otherwise."
"What do you want?" Obi wan snarled as he released several breaths to steady himself from the lack of too much burning light, all masks shorn of his handsome face. He could be pleasant when need be, but now it would not benefit him in any way would it?
Dooku chuckled thinly, a knife shearing through his soul. "Why to help you my boy."
"Why?"
"Why not?" Dooku stated as a matter of factly as he took two wine glasses from a pitch black mahogany shelf, made no doubt of real wood, "White or red wine?"
"The color of your blood." Obi Wan hissed. He didn't like this game he was playing especially when it was his own cards that seemed to be out in the open for his opponent to see.
"Now, now, there is no need to be so uncivilized. If you wish for a healing session I suggest you let me heal you." Dooku's tone was mild as if they were speaking of the weather.
Obi Wans eyes narrowed cold rage beginning to gather about him. It produced a booming laugh from Dooku. This one was warmer more genuine. "You think I jest?" At this his face grew serious, "I assure you I am here to assist you."
"Why?" Obi Wan close his eyes. This was not the place to be a Xanatos; force only knew where mindless anger would lead him. The sentinel observed the struggle blandly and then proceeded to pour himself a cup of clear wine expertly whisking it in the palm of his hand. Obi Wan let out an angered sigh his face regaining its serenity. He could refuse Dooku's help, report him even. But where would that lead him? He needed to know what other players there were and what acolytes and power were lurking in the shadows ready to take his place should he fall. Oh he needed Dooku's help, and the blasted man knew it.
"Fine," He gingerly knelt at the center of the room. "Do your worst."
Dooku chuckled as he made his way to Kenobi. "Oh I intend to." Before Obi Wan could think twice Dooku had gripped the back of his head painfully with his right hand, his left directly on the spinal cord. Then he was on fire. "Focus yourself." He could hear a calm voice repeat itself through the sudden rush of blood pounding in his ears. "I will cleanse your body and repair your damaged nerves."
"Let me go!" He struggled involuntarily against the hold. The pain was growing excruciating. "I'm afraid that isn't possible my young friend. If I stop now I may short circuit or burn out your system. We wouldn't want that now would we?"
"Ah, AHhhhhhh," it was dark and light violet pink green hues dancing in his vision, particles floating dancing swaying curbing giving flickering creating, he was a dying man a blooming petal a trampled rock, an exalted laurel, a mighty tree an empty canyon, a star exploding as a supernova hot and cold cascaded down his back, he was suddenly their back in the mines his body covered in blood, back on the floor being electrocuted by his master body convulsing in failure, there back at the temple Qui Gon's voice distorted whispering the condemning words shearing out his soul. "The force will determine your path young one not I."
"No more enough, ENOUGH!" He was on the floor gasping in pain his body shuddering tingling sensations working through his being. He could suddenly feel every vein in his body pulsing dark parts in his system stretching a knight sky filled with glowing moths littered his vision. Then all was dark.
