Chapter 4- Aargau
It was all over her.
It had been years. I was a man now. I learned to kill, or to hunt as they called it. I could kill without mercy. I could protect myself from the Jedi mind tricks. I belonged with the Academy. I was new. I could do it all. I hated Malachor, I hated what it had done to me. I hated the change, I hated the torture and the brutal beatings I would receive everyday. I loved it. I loved it all. I loved how I hated it. I loved how my hate flowed through my veins. My hate transformed into an invisible force by the time it reached my fingers. I could wield the force.
It had managed to reach the ceiling.
I sat on the city taxi. There were at least another fifty men on this transport, no women. Peculiar. Funny how you notice things like that. You begin to notice things so that one day a little Jedi don't turn around, get the jump on you, and stab you in the back. No one was looking at me. Good. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. Unless. Maybe they were all avoiding making eye contact to not look suspicious. They were on to me. I felt like I needed to kill them all. Better to wait. Safer that way. Not for me. But safer to ensure the target wasn't warned of my presence.
It seemed to expand in size across the flat of the walls.
I didn't need to kill them. But I really wanted to. Killing them would get me angry, I'd hate them. Hate makes you stronger. It makes you enjoy the little things in life. The screams of sheer terror. The bus stopped. Made me jump. I'd kill the bus driver for that when the mission ended. I'd ensure it.
It made it impossible to see through the viewing windows on either sides of the room.
I arrived at my destination. A small living quarters for the homeless in the slums in the capital of Aargau. She would be here. I could smell her. I could taste her. She would be mine and I would set her free. She wasn't a Jedi, yet. I wouldn't give her the chance. I would make sure that the Republic plague the Galaxy no more. This was a test. This assignment, a test. The only advantage she had over me was that she was very perceptive. She would be able to see me now, and notice me from her apartment window if I didn't play it cool.
It all ended up forming together anyway, it darkened the carpet to mark what had happened here.
I opened the door to the shelter and found the receptionist. He was watching me as I entered. I wasn't looking at him but I sensed him staring, he was curious. Curiosity killed the Kinrath, as the saying goes. He needed to back off or lose his head…literally. That too, I could ensure.
Leave no witnesses.
"Where is she?" I asked angrily towards the receptionist. He didn't deserve my sight, I continued to look down. "Who, sir?" "WHERE IS SHE!" I yelled back. He let out a yelp but refused to say anything more. I raised my head to look at him. I could make out his facial features in my mind, when I saw them I learned I was accurate to the last detail. I raised my hand suddenly and wrapped it around his throat. "Let me in." I could've snapped it. But I wouldn't need to, the way he was squirming he would've done the job himself. He pushed a set of keys across the desk and I let go of him. He would live, for now.
I am no coward.
I entered her apartment. She wasn't home. No. She was, I could feel it. She knew I was coming, she expected me. I let my guard down. Through the walls I could feel her breathe from the bathrooms. She was hiding. I would find her. So I headed towards her, stealth isn't needed against someone who is already scared of you.
I am no coward!
We shared glances. She had done nothing wrong, was innocent. She didn't understand what I was doing, why I was here. I was here to hunt. It was what I did best. I could hear her talk to herself in her head. Coward. She was a coward. I removed my ribbed jacket, I did not want blood on it. Not now. Coward. That word again. She intended it for me.
I through myself through the glass of the shower onto her and she kicked me off her straight away before stabbing me in the abdomen with some kind of vibroblade. She wasn't hiding at all. She was waiting. Blood dripped onto the floor. I had not intended to bleed today.
I'll spare you the details on the murder.
But the results were as listed: one of the two windows were cracked, the basin shattered and covered in blood, tiles from the wall had spilled out across the floor, sparks from exposed wiring hung from one of the corners of the roof's ceiling. There was a corpse centered in the room. And there was blood, more than one could imagine existed in a person.
It was all over her. It had managed to reach the ceiling. It seemed to expand in size across the flat of the walls. It made it impossible to see through the viewing windows on either sides of the room. It all ended up forming together anyway, it darkened the carpet to mark what had happened here. My training, was almost over.
I found the Horizon where I left her. She sat in the spaceport which was empty at the time. The people there were all running behind me to some invisible force. What was back there? Nothing but sirens, a dead receptionist, a dead bus driver, plenty of dead 'bus riders', thirty dead law enforcement officers and fire from the fuel depot I had burned as a distraction (not that it was needed).
I was a pawn for the Sith, a pawn for Darth Revan. But I didn't care because whatever he wanted of me he would receive. I was here. And I was Sith. And I was no coward.