Come and get it Zeke! (Zeke/Torriana/open)

[Fiend]

:: When I had awoken, we were already inside my hotel room. I cracked my neck and opened my eyes, the first thing I see is Torriana sitting on the couch across from me. I stood up and stretched, observing the scorch marks on my skin with a grimace. I reahced to the table nearest to me and grabbed sunglasses as I walked to the window. I opened the shades and the late morning suns shown through. How comforting yet totallt disgusting, the only thing that would comfort was if this place were on fire... forever.
I turned and nodded to the guards that stood by the door. The one I had put in charge stood forward and spoke to me quietly before I nodded again and he returned to his post. The jedi last night had followed us but had been lost thanks to the escort's endavours. They had tailed him and had him tracked now. They were ready in time he would come for the padawan. But I didn't care. Let him come. We would be gone by then, and if he did face me after I had rested... they wouldbe cleaning up jedi parts offf the street below. Plus I had a few extra tricks up my sleeve that I could've almost wanted Zeke to come to me.
I turned and walked into the kitchen grabbing bacta packs I had placed there a day or so ago. I opened them and applied them to my shoulders and arms, the cool red liquid seeping into my wounds. I hissed and then sighed as I felt the manufactured body slowly being healed. I walked back into the room and just stared at Torriana for a moment. She was sleeping and that was fine. I was recooperating after last night's efects on my body and I didn't want to be sidetracked while I focused on the jedi.::

[Zeke]

Zeke's sitting atop a skyscraper, breathing heavy and labored. Malice's Force Lightning is a formidable skill, he's still feeling its affects, and has no bacta patches or anything to heal the physical wounds inflicted. Which is okay. He can deal with those later, but the fatigue he feels from the dark bolts is something he could do without. He's been meditating for hours, recovering his strength and seeking Fiend and Torriana with the Force. A sudden spike of dark energy wakes him from his trance. Fiend is on the road to recovery. And Zeke's on the road to his place.

[Fiend]

:: I opened my eyes for a moment and Zeke heard my hollow voice i his ears and the sound traveled down his spine like a wave of ice.::

Come for her Zeke, Come save her

[Torriana Marx]

Torriana's legs were drawn up under her chin on the sofa, arms wrapped around them defensively and head buried within the small alcove formed between her chest and knees. Her face was shielded from the sun's rays by the locks of reddish-brown hair that spilled over her visage, making her appear to be peacefully resting to her captor - her body was quite still, and her breaths fell steadily. In truth, the Padawan's eyes were closed only for the burning sting which preceded tears. She was beyond the initial stages of fear, where all that happens is as a warped reverie, and coming to the point of acceptance. This was no dream; she was here. Vulnerable, unarmed and powerless to do anything about her predicament.

When at last it seemed that Fiend's attention had been distracted away from her, Torri uncurled and began rocking back and forth slowly, head still lowered. The numbness that came with realization overwhelmed the urge to cry. For now, she could do nothing more than wait.

[Zeke]

Zeke leaps from the building and dives, falling twenty stories before orienting his legs beneath him and landing on the roof of a passing speeder. They're moving in the same direction as he is, so he sits down and continues his meditation. He can detect Fiend now, and gets the darksider's message.

"Yeah, I'm comin'," he replies, using the Force to direct his message at both villain and captive. "And when I arrive Fiend, you'll get yours!"

[Fiend]

:: I laughed. I knew the message had gotten to her also. That meant she was awake. I would be sure to ruin her before he got here.::

Torriana, get up now. Don't play stupid games or I will kill you.

:: I stood and the bacta patches fell from me, the light red liquid slick down my bare chest. My hand went to my side and the sickle that was on the coffee table near by stirred for a bit. I didn't want to use it right away. Maybe she'd come openly.::

[Zeke]

The stream of traffic turns left; Zeke needs to go right. He bounds off the car and into the next lane...of oncoming traffic. He leaps from car to car, going almost nowhere, then switches lanes. He'll ride the traffic all the way there...at speeds of 200+ kph, he'll be there in no time flat.

[Torriana Marx]

The message from Zeke offered some consolation, but the Padawan had no intention of backing down and allowing Fiend to have his way with her. "Feel free," she muttered coldly in answer, the words laced heavily with defiance.

[Zeke]

It's a hotel. Topmost floor, best suite they've got. Naturally, Fiend wouldn't have it any other way. Zeke stands and stretches, turning on the electricity in his Force Pike and thumbing on the vibroblade function. As the car he's riding on passes the hotel, Zeke leaps off and rolls through the front door. The sudden appearance of the Knight is startling to those in the lobby, some scream at his sudden entrance, especially at the Force Pike in his hand. But some manage to recognize him as a Knight. The turbolifts are no good to him; there's lines forever waiting on them. He bolts for the stairs.

[Fiend]

:: I smiled as her thoughts drifted with my own, but yet she was thinking something completely different. I turned and walked into the kitchen of the suite. I grabbed a large bottle and poured a bluish white liquid into a glass and set it before Torriana, bringing my own and taking a casual sip of it as I sat back down and just stared at her.::

Zeke will be meeting a friend on the stair well, don't worry, he's already gotten that far. But no farther.

ooc- zeke, don't reply yet, I gotta change accounts

[Fiend Zeke]

:: Zeke turned up another stairwell and there I stood facing him, ny white hair slowly moving as I stepped down towards him and my red irises flashing brilliantly. My hand slid o my side and I produced a force pike, similar to zeke's but different. Sorta like I was.::

What are you in such a hurry for?

[Zeke]

Zeke stops abruptly, his body shaking somewhat as it resisted his inertia. He takes a stance with his Pike, blade point at the ground, eyeing his double warily up the stairs.

"I'm saving Torriana Marx from your boss. You'd think my double would have enough sense to figure it out. I don't have time to mess with you; get outta my way!"

[Torriana Marx]

Fiend's declaration went unheard by the Padawan, who was gazing fixatedly at the glass placed in front of her. Maybe if she glared at it long and hard enough it would spontaneously combust... maybe. No matter the outcome, Torri wouldn't be his plaything. She was not ruined, not useless... she refused to be exploited. Not this time.

Zeke...

The liquid erupted in flame.

[Fiend]

:: I laughed as the glass flew into my hand. The flame kept the glass like a stove. I revled in the hated pan and downed the flaming liquid. I wincd as it went down but my redirises were focused on Torriana once more.::

That's it Torriana, give into the darkness, get angry. You can even deny it, but anger is the path to the evil, and that ends and begins with me. So get angry, just walk into my arms why don't you?

:: I tossed the glass into the air and it shattered into many small shards. They stopped in midair and then all pointed to her. I smiled as they launched towards her direction. She didn't even have to get angry either, I could just make her feel pain and if she gave in before Zeke could get here... goody :) ::

[Zeke]

Zeke calculates. The falsehood is blocking the stairs. Directly above him is the next landing. He has to go through the fake. He delivers a Force push, blowing the Fiend Zeke up the stairs, climbs three to get past the landing, then leaps to the next floor across. So it goes, jumping across the square expanse, rather than running the circles of the stairs. No doubt his fake will follow, but that's not important until he catches Zeke. What's important is he has over a hundred floors to clear. He's on floor twenty.

[Fiend Zeke]

:: Zeke was pulled back down the sairs as he felt an incredible pull at his legs. I practically flew up the stairs to my weaker image. The burst of Master's own power in such a proximity was like a steriod to my force powers. I lunged with enhanced speed, my eyes glowing red and my twisted force pike drving at the back of the stumbled Zeke.::

You doubt the power of Fiend! I am ten times better than you while in such a close range to is own powers!

[Zeke]

Zeke twists in midair as his Fiend self flies up past him swinging the butt end of his pike and smashing the faker into the stairwell. Let him be better. Zeke doesn't particularly care. He reaches for the far ceiling and pulls with the Force, pushing at the same time against the floor at the bottom of the stair. The resulting telekinetic slingshot sends the Jedi Knight flying up the shaft, retaking the distance lost by ten stories. He's on the thirty first now, only sixty nine floors to go. He resumes his Force Boosted jumping to conserve his energy. He's got to be as strong as he can by the time he hits Fiend at the top.

[Fiend Kindo]

:: Zeke feels a sudden burst of power in is chest as boots connect with him, hurling him to the 12th floor. I land behind the fallen jedi and smile as my blue lightsaber ignites and I draw my blaster and level it on him.::

He's mine Brother!

:: I had to yell that out before Fiend Zeke skewered my prey with his own devised form of a force pike, My eyes glowed red as I intended to kill this knight, but I held back. My own connections to my original led me to wait for my brother, we were the scream team, the counter to the real Zeke and Kindo, and Zeke without Kindo could not conet with both of us. My eyes flared brighter as I let myself in closer to the drawing essence of our master.::

[Zeke]

Zeke hits the landing nineteen stories below with a thunderous crash, staring down the barrel of the false Kindo's blaster. Fiend's pulled out all the stops it seems. He needs to go up...but there's too much in his way. By the time he reaches Fiend he'll be too beat to death to save Torriana. There's a way to solve this, he knows it...but what?

[Torriana Marx]

She raised her head defiantly, encouraging Fiend to continue his assault. One of the glass shards carved a deep gash into her cheek.

"Make me."

[Fiend]

:: The shards stopped as my grin grew wider. I sapped and the gaurds roughly grabbed the girl.::

No problem, take her to the roof, and be quick, take the elevator, knock her out if you need to. There will be no rescue for her now.

[Zeke]

Above, Zeke can feel the surge of dark energy. Fiend is on the move...further up... He deals a Force push to the false Kindo and dials down his Force Pike's electricity as he gains ten stories on his antagonists. Once he's high enough he drives the Pike into the wall. An acrid smell fills the shaft. Good. Zeke fills himself with Force and boosts the Pike's electricity. The gas main explodes, burying his opponents under a pile of durracrete rubble. He's another twenty stories up the shaft, safe from harm.

Torriana! I'm coming! Don't let him take you ANYWHERE!

[Torriana Marx]

Torriana wanted to scream, to thrash violently against her captors, but even she was not so naïve; it was futile. She was altogether inept in manipulating the Force, but the potential was there, flowing through her veins and psyche. It was in her subconscious that these subtle lines began to change course, channeling towards one thought in particular... or rather, a feeling. She concentrated, directing all her faculties to Zeke, and yet she was completely unaware of this. All she understood was that the Knight's presence here was unjustified... he shouldn't be here, not to rescue her. And, irrespective of the call which rang out in her fainting mind, she would obey Fiend's wishes, if only for Zeke's sake.

Her eyes rolled back, and she fell limply into the guards' arms.

[Fiend]

:: I smiled as we stepped onto the roof. The transport vehicle that would take us away was ready and my bare shoulders shifted slowly as the freezing winds of Coruscant tore across my back. How sweet, would the hero ever get the girl? Who cares, life wasn't fair. The clones had been hindered but to no avail, Zeke was still pathetic. the transport began to lift and my hand brushed a strand of hair away from Torriana's face. My fingers passed over her mouth and then slowly pressed into her cheek. So real... but... pathetic... mortals... why did I waste my time playing these games, better things awaited me. My mouth moved but the words were only heard inside Zeke's head.::

I tire of you Zeke, pay the piper and dance in Hell, you will know where the trap lays next, wait for the crucifixtion of your love, it will come...

[Zeke]

Zeke fills with the Force and bursts up through the roof, having cut his path with his weapon. He lands in time to see the vehicle get away. Fiend's message rings clear in his mind.

"You'll see!" he fires back. "You'll get yours!"

The Knight collapses to his knees. By the time he's found Fiend again, he'll be well rested, and the results will not be the same.