Telaki Olus
Sep 23rd, 2003, 10:10:21 AM
40 years ago:
The brute with the gun smiled as he aimed for the childs head.
10 days ago:
"Where am I?"
40 years ago:
"What's your name kid?" ,he whispered.
9 days ago:
"Hello is anyone there?"
40 years ago:
"Telaki." ,the boy mumbled from behind his tears.
8 days ago:
"If anyone can hear me please answer."
40 years ago:
The brute laughed, "That's a pretty stupid name kid."
7 days ago:
"Where am I?"
40 years ago:
Silently the brute put his gun away.
6 days ago:
"Am I dead?"
40 years ago:
"And a name that stupid should live on forever."[I]
5 days ago:
"WHY WON'T ANYONE ANSWER ME?"
40 years ago:
[I]And with those words the brute walked away from the boy and was never seen from again.
4 days ago:
"Oh please just kill me."
The end
3 days ago:
There was a puddle of water on the floor in the cell that had been the lonely man's only drinking source for the last ten days.
Ten? Couldn't be. Maybe more. Maybe less.
He was dirty, filthy really, covered from head to toe in white soot. His bones ached from a multitude of cuts and bruises that dotted his body like sadistic landmarks. His face was a dishevelled mess, broken nose, missing teeth.
He had spent the last couple hours attempting to stab himself in the neck with one of his broken teeth.
The lonely man was not well. He would drift off every once in a while and wake up to the smell of food. Someone kept bringing it. He had stayed up for two straight nights to see the mysterious person before hunger and exhaustion forced him into sleep. He had woken the next morning to a simple meal of bread and butter. He was so lonely.
Only one sliver of pale yellow light gave him any comfort at all.
But the worst thing about the place was that he had no idea why he was there. Ten days. Maybe more. Probably more. Could be years.
2 Days ago: Undisclosed Location, Coruscant:
The lonely man's eyes flutter open slowly to the drip-drip-drip of the rooms only water source. Cold and dark. Every day the same cold and dark.
"Your awake."
From the left corner of the room a fire ignites from a small lighter. The lonely man back pedals from the shock.
A woman sits there, leaning back into a silver metal chair, a devilish grin playing on her lips. She is beautiful, but the lonely man does't realize that. Her dress is also short, revealing her entire thigh to the man. It would stir something inside of him if he were sane.
"Hello."
She is whispering, but the lonely man hears it as if she were screaming. Noise. The drip-drip-dripping slowly dies away as the hum of the lighter fills the room.
He opens his mouth to speak but he only gives a shrill squeel.
"No. Don't speak. Save the energy."
The fire goes out with a single deliberate blow.
"Just listen."
The lonely man looks down and shakes his head. He can't see anymore, the reflection of the light still playing with his eyes.
"You have something we want. We intend to get it. But not now. First you are going to leave."
He looks up at where she was.
"Yes. You are going to leave this place and you are going to find what we are looking for without even trying."
The scraping of the metal chair on the stone floor echoes through the room.
"Doesn't that sound nice?"
The lonely man doesn't answer.
"Good. And now..."
A sharp blast of light enters the room as an unseen door is opened. Shadows fill the room as the lonely man lets out a shrill scream.
"You sleep."
Today: Coruscant:
The man had been laying there for two days, but that wasn't surprising. This neighborhood was known for its large amount of poor. They literally littered the street with there bodies. His stench wasn't unique either, the street itself excuded its own unpleasant aroma. Only becasue he was lying face down did his open head wounds go unnoticed, but in reality no one would have cared anyways.
The lonely man awoke with a start, quickly reeling from an imaginary blow to his head. About two yards away another bum jumped at the man's sudden movement.
For a few seconds the man lay there half cowering, shivering from the rush of adrenalin and the cold. Then he sighed and sobbed, his body heaving from a rush of emotion.
"You okay mister?"
The other bum had moved closer to the lonely man, his face bent in pity. The lonely man shook his head at the words. With a great heave he stood and moved away, runnng into the opposite direction....
About two blocks away the lonely man stopped and put his hand on a nearby wall. Support. There was a sharp pain in his head that was causing his vision to blur and his hunger was overpowering. And there was this nagging feeling on his skin. He reached down with his free hand and scratched at his stomach.
Something there.
He pulled up his dirty white shirt to reveal a yellow folder tucked into his pants. With bloody fingers he grabbed it and opened it up in front of him.
One simple message was printed on it:
Your name is Telaki Olus.
A creeping feeling went over him as he stared up at the sky the yellow folder still held out in front of him. With trembling hands he reached up and scratched at his face that was now covered in a thick brown beard.
"My name is Telaki Olus."
The brute with the gun smiled as he aimed for the childs head.
10 days ago:
"Where am I?"
40 years ago:
"What's your name kid?" ,he whispered.
9 days ago:
"Hello is anyone there?"
40 years ago:
"Telaki." ,the boy mumbled from behind his tears.
8 days ago:
"If anyone can hear me please answer."
40 years ago:
The brute laughed, "That's a pretty stupid name kid."
7 days ago:
"Where am I?"
40 years ago:
Silently the brute put his gun away.
6 days ago:
"Am I dead?"
40 years ago:
"And a name that stupid should live on forever."[I]
5 days ago:
"WHY WON'T ANYONE ANSWER ME?"
40 years ago:
[I]And with those words the brute walked away from the boy and was never seen from again.
4 days ago:
"Oh please just kill me."
The end
3 days ago:
There was a puddle of water on the floor in the cell that had been the lonely man's only drinking source for the last ten days.
Ten? Couldn't be. Maybe more. Maybe less.
He was dirty, filthy really, covered from head to toe in white soot. His bones ached from a multitude of cuts and bruises that dotted his body like sadistic landmarks. His face was a dishevelled mess, broken nose, missing teeth.
He had spent the last couple hours attempting to stab himself in the neck with one of his broken teeth.
The lonely man was not well. He would drift off every once in a while and wake up to the smell of food. Someone kept bringing it. He had stayed up for two straight nights to see the mysterious person before hunger and exhaustion forced him into sleep. He had woken the next morning to a simple meal of bread and butter. He was so lonely.
Only one sliver of pale yellow light gave him any comfort at all.
But the worst thing about the place was that he had no idea why he was there. Ten days. Maybe more. Probably more. Could be years.
2 Days ago: Undisclosed Location, Coruscant:
The lonely man's eyes flutter open slowly to the drip-drip-drip of the rooms only water source. Cold and dark. Every day the same cold and dark.
"Your awake."
From the left corner of the room a fire ignites from a small lighter. The lonely man back pedals from the shock.
A woman sits there, leaning back into a silver metal chair, a devilish grin playing on her lips. She is beautiful, but the lonely man does't realize that. Her dress is also short, revealing her entire thigh to the man. It would stir something inside of him if he were sane.
"Hello."
She is whispering, but the lonely man hears it as if she were screaming. Noise. The drip-drip-dripping slowly dies away as the hum of the lighter fills the room.
He opens his mouth to speak but he only gives a shrill squeel.
"No. Don't speak. Save the energy."
The fire goes out with a single deliberate blow.
"Just listen."
The lonely man looks down and shakes his head. He can't see anymore, the reflection of the light still playing with his eyes.
"You have something we want. We intend to get it. But not now. First you are going to leave."
He looks up at where she was.
"Yes. You are going to leave this place and you are going to find what we are looking for without even trying."
The scraping of the metal chair on the stone floor echoes through the room.
"Doesn't that sound nice?"
The lonely man doesn't answer.
"Good. And now..."
A sharp blast of light enters the room as an unseen door is opened. Shadows fill the room as the lonely man lets out a shrill scream.
"You sleep."
Today: Coruscant:
The man had been laying there for two days, but that wasn't surprising. This neighborhood was known for its large amount of poor. They literally littered the street with there bodies. His stench wasn't unique either, the street itself excuded its own unpleasant aroma. Only becasue he was lying face down did his open head wounds go unnoticed, but in reality no one would have cared anyways.
The lonely man awoke with a start, quickly reeling from an imaginary blow to his head. About two yards away another bum jumped at the man's sudden movement.
For a few seconds the man lay there half cowering, shivering from the rush of adrenalin and the cold. Then he sighed and sobbed, his body heaving from a rush of emotion.
"You okay mister?"
The other bum had moved closer to the lonely man, his face bent in pity. The lonely man shook his head at the words. With a great heave he stood and moved away, runnng into the opposite direction....
About two blocks away the lonely man stopped and put his hand on a nearby wall. Support. There was a sharp pain in his head that was causing his vision to blur and his hunger was overpowering. And there was this nagging feeling on his skin. He reached down with his free hand and scratched at his stomach.
Something there.
He pulled up his dirty white shirt to reveal a yellow folder tucked into his pants. With bloody fingers he grabbed it and opened it up in front of him.
One simple message was printed on it:
Your name is Telaki Olus.
A creeping feeling went over him as he stared up at the sky the yellow folder still held out in front of him. With trembling hands he reached up and scratched at his face that was now covered in a thick brown beard.
"My name is Telaki Olus."