Chance
Jul 12th, 2002, 08:47:30 PM
Chance felt a sensation of quickly falling through the air. Was he awake? asleep? dead? No, He couldnt be dead. He remembered falling asleep after a run around the complex within his shared room with Kanji.
He kept falling, trying to open his eyes along the way. He also tried to speak, but nothing, sight nor speech, would work. But hsi hearing was working correctly, he thought. He heard water, heart beats, and a faint crying.
The water sounded like a ocean, sloshing with the wind and lunar shifts. The heartbeats were rythmic, alive, healthy. And the crying sounded like a young child, 2 or 3 maybe. The water sound became closer, like he was falling into the ocean from being thrown from a high place.
His upper back and neck contacted with the water before any other part of his body did. Water filled his ears, nose, and mouth and threatened his breathing. Choking, Chance finally opened his eyes and stared out into the blue sky.
Then he could brethe, He was breathing the cold water of the ocean he was in. Several shapes passed over the surface of the water, their forms sillouted agaist the sun of the sky dispelling their true form or shape.
Chance floated limpy in the water, inches from the surface with all his limbs spread out. His hair floated around his skull like it does usually when immersed into the water, but instead of it's dusty blonde color it was a very pale blue similar to the ice in a iceberg. Of course, Chance did not know of his 'EX' gift from his father working at the present time, for it gave no form to strength or whatnot like it had done before in the Forbidden Temple of the sword Endurance.
Find me.. Seek me.. Become one with me, harness me, use me.. for good. a voice projected into his mind, a calming, peaceful feminine voice. Chance knew of none with that voice that he had met..
You are NOTHING! You will be NOTHING! All you are is a SLAVE! Another voice, sharper, harsher. Filled with hate, fear, contempt, and revenge.
No... I will help people.. I am a Jedi He heard himself speak, but his mouth did not move. Chance's eyes closed once more, and he drifted into a dark depth.
Chance tossed and turned in his room, his bedsheets were rummpled, tossed and messy. Unlike Kanji's bed which was, and nearly always had been, clean and untouched. The brilliant sun had set hours ago, and some Jedi had retreated to their rooms for the night.
On a desk across from the boy's bed, documentation for a craft similar to a starship sat undesturbed along with Chance's two lightsabers. At the foot of his bed, along with a chest containing a few items of clothing, a silver swept hilted rapier lay lifeless on the roof, a cleanly folded set of robed along it.
"No..." The boy mummbled, "... I will be a good person.."
Chance faced a dark form, neither shape nor depth. Two globes of blazing red light formed the thing's eyes, and it's hands were glowing red claws. Chance had nothing but his green saber, unignited in his hands.
Fight me Slave! Do as you are commanded. You are NO JEDI! it hissed, striking forward and scoring a blow to the boy's shoulder and digging into the flesh.
Chance screamed, in the dream and out, with pain. He could feel the pain mentally, and the claws dragging down torward his chest. Creating three deep gashes, then the thing lifted The boy's limp form into the air.
Chance had dropped his saber when the creature stabbed into him. Stop... please! he cried in pain...
Chance's white bed linin began to become crimson from the blood coming from three gashes on the left side of his chest starting from the shoulder down to his navel. The clothes he wore, simple grey shirt and shorts, where ripped as if a great beast mauled him there.. Moans and crys came from his voice, pleas for the pain to stop...
He kept falling, trying to open his eyes along the way. He also tried to speak, but nothing, sight nor speech, would work. But hsi hearing was working correctly, he thought. He heard water, heart beats, and a faint crying.
The water sounded like a ocean, sloshing with the wind and lunar shifts. The heartbeats were rythmic, alive, healthy. And the crying sounded like a young child, 2 or 3 maybe. The water sound became closer, like he was falling into the ocean from being thrown from a high place.
His upper back and neck contacted with the water before any other part of his body did. Water filled his ears, nose, and mouth and threatened his breathing. Choking, Chance finally opened his eyes and stared out into the blue sky.
Then he could brethe, He was breathing the cold water of the ocean he was in. Several shapes passed over the surface of the water, their forms sillouted agaist the sun of the sky dispelling their true form or shape.
Chance floated limpy in the water, inches from the surface with all his limbs spread out. His hair floated around his skull like it does usually when immersed into the water, but instead of it's dusty blonde color it was a very pale blue similar to the ice in a iceberg. Of course, Chance did not know of his 'EX' gift from his father working at the present time, for it gave no form to strength or whatnot like it had done before in the Forbidden Temple of the sword Endurance.
Find me.. Seek me.. Become one with me, harness me, use me.. for good. a voice projected into his mind, a calming, peaceful feminine voice. Chance knew of none with that voice that he had met..
You are NOTHING! You will be NOTHING! All you are is a SLAVE! Another voice, sharper, harsher. Filled with hate, fear, contempt, and revenge.
No... I will help people.. I am a Jedi He heard himself speak, but his mouth did not move. Chance's eyes closed once more, and he drifted into a dark depth.
Chance tossed and turned in his room, his bedsheets were rummpled, tossed and messy. Unlike Kanji's bed which was, and nearly always had been, clean and untouched. The brilliant sun had set hours ago, and some Jedi had retreated to their rooms for the night.
On a desk across from the boy's bed, documentation for a craft similar to a starship sat undesturbed along with Chance's two lightsabers. At the foot of his bed, along with a chest containing a few items of clothing, a silver swept hilted rapier lay lifeless on the roof, a cleanly folded set of robed along it.
"No..." The boy mummbled, "... I will be a good person.."
Chance faced a dark form, neither shape nor depth. Two globes of blazing red light formed the thing's eyes, and it's hands were glowing red claws. Chance had nothing but his green saber, unignited in his hands.
Fight me Slave! Do as you are commanded. You are NO JEDI! it hissed, striking forward and scoring a blow to the boy's shoulder and digging into the flesh.
Chance screamed, in the dream and out, with pain. He could feel the pain mentally, and the claws dragging down torward his chest. Creating three deep gashes, then the thing lifted The boy's limp form into the air.
Chance had dropped his saber when the creature stabbed into him. Stop... please! he cried in pain...
Chance's white bed linin began to become crimson from the blood coming from three gashes on the left side of his chest starting from the shoulder down to his navel. The clothes he wore, simple grey shirt and shorts, where ripped as if a great beast mauled him there.. Moans and crys came from his voice, pleas for the pain to stop...