Zasz Grimm
Oct 23rd, 2003, 11:15:24 PM
Man: "I won't do it! I can't do it! They've done so much good... I can't sell them out!"
Figure: "You can. You will."
Man: "No! You don't understand! They helped me, they saved my family!"
Figure: "Your point? I will kill your family."
Man: "No! You can't! I won't give you any of the information I have-aAA!"
The man's voice seemed to be cut off, as did the rest of his body. It seemed the man was frozen- In stasis. He lived, he blinked, sounds of struggle could be heard as Zasz walked forward.
"I don't need you anymore."
The grip was released from the man, and he started to run immediately. However, he was taken aback by a quick thrust from the side of a hand to his adams apple. It was hard, and sharp. It cut off the flow of oxygen that he had been receiving, and immediately he collapsed, choking, asphyxiating.
He reached up for the black, cleric like robes Zasz wore. The Dark Jedi watched him choke. The man finally grabbed hold of the robes, his face pleading for help, for oxygen.
Stepping back, it caused the man to fall. He then proceeded to place a kick right in his chest, causing a sickening crack, and then the man was flung hard to the wall of the large structure they were facing. He coughed blood onto the walls, then died. His pain was ending.
The insolent fool found release in death.
Blood was shed on a building mere meters from the Jedi Temple.
He turned from the corpse; his would be traitor to the Jedi Order. He moved, the end of his garb lightly hitting the wind, causing it to furl a bit. His hands were held behind his back as he turned, and walked out of the large alleyway, right into the bright daylight.
The glasses he wore; dark frames, kept he sun from his eyes, and kept those dark brown orbs hidden from anyone's view. He passed by several bystanders before a woman, seeing the body in the alley, screamed. She rushed over, so did several others.
Immediately there was a call for help.
A Jedi in the temple, perhaps?
Figure: "You can. You will."
Man: "No! You don't understand! They helped me, they saved my family!"
Figure: "Your point? I will kill your family."
Man: "No! You can't! I won't give you any of the information I have-aAA!"
The man's voice seemed to be cut off, as did the rest of his body. It seemed the man was frozen- In stasis. He lived, he blinked, sounds of struggle could be heard as Zasz walked forward.
"I don't need you anymore."
The grip was released from the man, and he started to run immediately. However, he was taken aback by a quick thrust from the side of a hand to his adams apple. It was hard, and sharp. It cut off the flow of oxygen that he had been receiving, and immediately he collapsed, choking, asphyxiating.
He reached up for the black, cleric like robes Zasz wore. The Dark Jedi watched him choke. The man finally grabbed hold of the robes, his face pleading for help, for oxygen.
Stepping back, it caused the man to fall. He then proceeded to place a kick right in his chest, causing a sickening crack, and then the man was flung hard to the wall of the large structure they were facing. He coughed blood onto the walls, then died. His pain was ending.
The insolent fool found release in death.
Blood was shed on a building mere meters from the Jedi Temple.
He turned from the corpse; his would be traitor to the Jedi Order. He moved, the end of his garb lightly hitting the wind, causing it to furl a bit. His hands were held behind his back as he turned, and walked out of the large alleyway, right into the bright daylight.
The glasses he wore; dark frames, kept he sun from his eyes, and kept those dark brown orbs hidden from anyone's view. He passed by several bystanders before a woman, seeing the body in the alley, screamed. She rushed over, so did several others.
Immediately there was a call for help.
A Jedi in the temple, perhaps?