Oen Fray
May 10th, 2003, 09:57:40 PM
Oen blinked a bit as the suns rays pounded down upon the surface of the planet city that was Coruscant. He winced his eyes as the rays hurt them and he moved into the shadows for comfort. He moved silently, his arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly as he looked about, lost, wondering where to go next.
The eleven year old runaway had been wandered the streets of Coruscant for quite some time, but he wasn't a runaway of normal circumstance. No, he wasn't a runaway for the reason of being beaten, of being neglected, no, he was a runaway because he had something. He had a curse. Some would have called it a gift, had he been able to control it. He stopped walking for a moment and then thought about why he was here, why he wasn’t in a room that was richly decorated, where he had toys everywhere, where he was happy...
But no, he could never be happy, never be happy again. Ever since he turned ten, he had experienced disturbances. Whenever he was frightened, whenever he experienced anger, or sadness, even when he was happy beyond believe, something horrible happened, or something scary. Whenever such an emotion occurred, or even when he was just sitting there, things shattered, things fell down when they were secured, or something across the way would be hit by a tremendous force and it would fall. His parents were frightened of him, his sisters, which he loved dearly, didn’t want to be around him at all. And then those whom he called his friends, shunned him.
And not only that, he had visions, things that would happen in the future. He had seen something that had happened days later, saw it in every detail. He then saw some things hours before they happened, and then minutes possibly, then seconds. This frightened him so badly, and when he had told his parents, or friends, they were scared of him, freaked by it.
He was getting tired of it all, and when he actually convinced his sisters that he wasn’t going to hurt them, when he had got them to play with him, to walk around with him in the house, tragedy struck and ended his happiness, for good. Something had happened, one of his sisters scared him, frightened him badly. This had caused a bookcase to fall on his sisters, almost kill them, they were in the hospital for months. It was then that his parents had called in specialists, people that examined him, told him that they could take them back to their ‘institute’ and see what was wrong with him.
It was then that he had decided to run away, to live on the streets. To live on the horrible streets of Coruscant, where he had to fend for himself, pick food out of garbage, try and beg for everything, and he had even reduced himself to stealing, when his curse wouldn’t ruin it for him, wouldn’t get him nearly beaten within an inch of his life.
And now he was here, in this street, which was rather close to one of the flea markets in this rather raunchy area of the Planet City. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up to the sun and then back to the market. He moved across a street and he moved slowly into the market, looking around, trying to keep himself calm as he breathed. He looked about, looking at the shiny things, the blasters that were being sold, then trinkets, and to clothes.
While he looked, he had managed to slip things that he could possibly sell for money into his pocket, and then moved onto the next vendor. But what he didn’t see, was several bullies, who had found a rather easy target, and perhaps due to his rich, yet dirty clothes, thought him to have money. Oen looked about, trying to find a better place that had better things when he saw seconds before, and then felt a hand on his shoulder that lifted him into the air, and he cried out, and it happened again.
As he was frightened, as the man had grabbed him, he had been thrown back into a venders booth, things that were electronic started to freak out, blow up, smoke. Then some things ceased to work as the other men who rushed him were thrown back and Oen moved to cup his hands over his head, as this part of the flea market started to be utterly and completely destroyed.
The eleven year old runaway had been wandered the streets of Coruscant for quite some time, but he wasn't a runaway of normal circumstance. No, he wasn't a runaway for the reason of being beaten, of being neglected, no, he was a runaway because he had something. He had a curse. Some would have called it a gift, had he been able to control it. He stopped walking for a moment and then thought about why he was here, why he wasn’t in a room that was richly decorated, where he had toys everywhere, where he was happy...
But no, he could never be happy, never be happy again. Ever since he turned ten, he had experienced disturbances. Whenever he was frightened, whenever he experienced anger, or sadness, even when he was happy beyond believe, something horrible happened, or something scary. Whenever such an emotion occurred, or even when he was just sitting there, things shattered, things fell down when they were secured, or something across the way would be hit by a tremendous force and it would fall. His parents were frightened of him, his sisters, which he loved dearly, didn’t want to be around him at all. And then those whom he called his friends, shunned him.
And not only that, he had visions, things that would happen in the future. He had seen something that had happened days later, saw it in every detail. He then saw some things hours before they happened, and then minutes possibly, then seconds. This frightened him so badly, and when he had told his parents, or friends, they were scared of him, freaked by it.
He was getting tired of it all, and when he actually convinced his sisters that he wasn’t going to hurt them, when he had got them to play with him, to walk around with him in the house, tragedy struck and ended his happiness, for good. Something had happened, one of his sisters scared him, frightened him badly. This had caused a bookcase to fall on his sisters, almost kill them, they were in the hospital for months. It was then that his parents had called in specialists, people that examined him, told him that they could take them back to their ‘institute’ and see what was wrong with him.
It was then that he had decided to run away, to live on the streets. To live on the horrible streets of Coruscant, where he had to fend for himself, pick food out of garbage, try and beg for everything, and he had even reduced himself to stealing, when his curse wouldn’t ruin it for him, wouldn’t get him nearly beaten within an inch of his life.
And now he was here, in this street, which was rather close to one of the flea markets in this rather raunchy area of the Planet City. He narrowed his eyes as he looked up to the sun and then back to the market. He moved across a street and he moved slowly into the market, looking around, trying to keep himself calm as he breathed. He looked about, looking at the shiny things, the blasters that were being sold, then trinkets, and to clothes.
While he looked, he had managed to slip things that he could possibly sell for money into his pocket, and then moved onto the next vendor. But what he didn’t see, was several bullies, who had found a rather easy target, and perhaps due to his rich, yet dirty clothes, thought him to have money. Oen looked about, trying to find a better place that had better things when he saw seconds before, and then felt a hand on his shoulder that lifted him into the air, and he cried out, and it happened again.
As he was frightened, as the man had grabbed him, he had been thrown back into a venders booth, things that were electronic started to freak out, blow up, smoke. Then some things ceased to work as the other men who rushed him were thrown back and Oen moved to cup his hands over his head, as this part of the flea market started to be utterly and completely destroyed.