SashaKovalev
Oct 11th, 2002, 02:01:52 PM
He tossed and turned in the bed of his hotel room. The sheets and blankets he’d pushed aside, and finally he lay staring at the ceiling. This was quite unlike him. He was usually able to sleep rather easily. And all of this had come from the simple fact that someone had asked him his name. His response, rather than giving it, had been to punch the unsuspecting bellhop in the face.
He’d almost just gone to a different hotel. But the minds of others were sometimes easy enough to manipulate, and so this was what had been done. Moments later this had all been forgotten, by everyone except the young sith.
Normally such a simple question would not have elicited such a response. Except that he had recently leaned that his true name was not at all what he had grown up believing it to be. This was a source of anger for him, and it threatened to consume him if he didn’t find a way to release it.
The boy who had been born Alexander Donovan, who was truly Alexander Millard, still went by Sasha Kovalev. For now. There was too much he had yet to learn about himself and his family before he took that step. In time he would learn, but until then, the confusion of it all was causing turmoil.
Eventually he sat up in bed, the moonlight coming through the blinds he’d never bothered to close, and threw on clothing. His blaster he fastened to his hip, and his lightsaber he held in his hand. And then he opened the door to his hotel room, stepped into the hall, and closed it quietly behind him.
He walked down through the back stairwell, and out into the street below. And then he began walking.
He knew what he was looking for, and it was confrontation of some kind. Violet eyes stared ahead of him, daring anyone or anything to step from the shadows.
He’d almost just gone to a different hotel. But the minds of others were sometimes easy enough to manipulate, and so this was what had been done. Moments later this had all been forgotten, by everyone except the young sith.
Normally such a simple question would not have elicited such a response. Except that he had recently leaned that his true name was not at all what he had grown up believing it to be. This was a source of anger for him, and it threatened to consume him if he didn’t find a way to release it.
The boy who had been born Alexander Donovan, who was truly Alexander Millard, still went by Sasha Kovalev. For now. There was too much he had yet to learn about himself and his family before he took that step. In time he would learn, but until then, the confusion of it all was causing turmoil.
Eventually he sat up in bed, the moonlight coming through the blinds he’d never bothered to close, and threw on clothing. His blaster he fastened to his hip, and his lightsaber he held in his hand. And then he opened the door to his hotel room, stepped into the hall, and closed it quietly behind him.
He walked down through the back stairwell, and out into the street below. And then he began walking.
He knew what he was looking for, and it was confrontation of some kind. Violet eyes stared ahead of him, daring anyone or anything to step from the shadows.