Sam Corbett
Feb 24th, 2004, 09:53:26 PM
*****
'You will do as i say, you have no choice Corbett!'
' So you will release me from a prison to imprison me in a emotional cell?'
' Well, if you do not the consequences will be quite disastrous...if thats what you want i shall call the gaur-'
' You would hurt them?...' Said Sam, his lips moving soundlessly as his head shifted on the pillow.'[/i]
' I will do anything to gain their knowledge...'
' What knowledge?...' He breathed, his eyes shut, his mind turning over in a nightmare, a nightmare that continued night after night.
'You dare ask such questions Corbett? i should have you whipped now..and you daughter!'
Corbett thrashed on his bed, then his arm flung out to the other side of his covers, into the darkness. He then punshed out into thin air, upwards above him. His nightmare continue, not physically but mentally.
A gaud fell to the floor and the other had a bloody nose dripping upon the once neat uniform, a round insignia patched into the blue cloth.
' Take him to the brig, give him 10 lashes...now...then bring him back here and we will see what he has to say-'
*****
' GRAHHHH!...' He woke up then, his torso bolted up and his eyes snapped open, his fists raised in front of him. His heart pounded, and pounded like the beat of a drum within his chest. There was nothing...nothing but darkness to fight. Sam looked down and with what light was in the room he saw his legs were uncomfortably entwined within the under sheets and one pillow was at the other end of the bed.
frell...
He untangled himself from the sheets and stalked towards the bathroom, his footsteps beating against the tiled floor as he entered he called for the lights and the turned on. In front of him a reflection stood, his soft eyes staring into those of the original. Across his chest long dark lines were thrashed hard into his skin, they were whip marks, a waking nightmare of what his mental nightmare had seen.
He washed his face from the sweat, toweled himself and then got dressed. There was noway he would sleep now and so he might as well take a walk towards the jedi Library and Achive center, now he was a Padawan he had a certain amount of access to the database.
He left the room quietly and started to make his way down to his destination, anything was better than returning to whatever waited for him in his sleep...monsters did live under the bed after al
'You will do as i say, you have no choice Corbett!'
' So you will release me from a prison to imprison me in a emotional cell?'
' Well, if you do not the consequences will be quite disastrous...if thats what you want i shall call the gaur-'
' You would hurt them?...' Said Sam, his lips moving soundlessly as his head shifted on the pillow.'[/i]
' I will do anything to gain their knowledge...'
' What knowledge?...' He breathed, his eyes shut, his mind turning over in a nightmare, a nightmare that continued night after night.
'You dare ask such questions Corbett? i should have you whipped now..and you daughter!'
Corbett thrashed on his bed, then his arm flung out to the other side of his covers, into the darkness. He then punshed out into thin air, upwards above him. His nightmare continue, not physically but mentally.
A gaud fell to the floor and the other had a bloody nose dripping upon the once neat uniform, a round insignia patched into the blue cloth.
' Take him to the brig, give him 10 lashes...now...then bring him back here and we will see what he has to say-'
*****
' GRAHHHH!...' He woke up then, his torso bolted up and his eyes snapped open, his fists raised in front of him. His heart pounded, and pounded like the beat of a drum within his chest. There was nothing...nothing but darkness to fight. Sam looked down and with what light was in the room he saw his legs were uncomfortably entwined within the under sheets and one pillow was at the other end of the bed.
frell...
He untangled himself from the sheets and stalked towards the bathroom, his footsteps beating against the tiled floor as he entered he called for the lights and the turned on. In front of him a reflection stood, his soft eyes staring into those of the original. Across his chest long dark lines were thrashed hard into his skin, they were whip marks, a waking nightmare of what his mental nightmare had seen.
He washed his face from the sweat, toweled himself and then got dressed. There was noway he would sleep now and so he might as well take a walk towards the jedi Library and Achive center, now he was a Padawan he had a certain amount of access to the database.
He left the room quietly and started to make his way down to his destination, anything was better than returning to whatever waited for him in his sleep...monsters did live under the bed after al