Im a Villian

[Devon Russels]

A grunt, a groan. Pain ran like the sound of fingers along a chalk board through a body...somewhere in the universe. The pain was of the undescrible status. That pain that only expirence could grasp and the galaxy could only gulp in a single glass. All this pain was on a single person; a single boy.

It was somewhere deep into the center of the Deep Core universe that this pain was holstered and held deep within this boy. He sat in a voyage ship that was taking him and numerous Galatic Republic citizens across to the planet of Coruscant. The face of the boy was that of one tattered, fuzzy side burns running down his cheek managing only to match with his unorganized shaggy hair. There was something, however, in his eyes that told the stories of all stories. The tales of all tales, the pain of all pains, the pain he couldn't even describe, yet could clearly remember.

Even as he sat in silence, placing some comparts over his ear to listen idly to his music, he was remembering in the past. Hearing the tale unfold, against his will, in his mind.

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"Run, fool," someone screamed over the thick darkness that consumed the night, followed only by a sound of feet banging against the ground. The silence was so deep that the muds under the feet could be heard being thrown from side to side by the clumsy feet heading forth.

Two breathes could be heard back and forth, going into a rhytmn of wheezes. Then, suddenly, a quick movement was made, the sound of clothing making its movements only halfs of a second behind the initial. There was a clear fear that was stabbing the air.

"Did we lose 'em," one of the two breathes asked, only responded by a quick slap to the mouth.

"Shut up, Devon. He might be right behind us."

"Dang, ya aint gotta hit me in my mouth."

"Be quiet!" The scream shattered all silence. Movements began immeditately, the quickness beyond that of the two. Then, suddenly, an illuminating beam broke through the darkness of the night. Suddenly, a sound of a blast blew through only matched by a scream...

[Devon Russels]

"Wake up! We finally landed."

The robotic voice broke through the void of his recollection. Pulling the music device from his ear, he placed it into his pocket, his eyes glancing about confusingly with his lull, sleepy eyes. He had apparently fallen asleep, but even in dreams he couldn't escape that day. A frown carved onto his lips as he pulled himself up from the seat, towering over the droid that awaited the permission to grab his bags.

"Sir, do you want me to help you to the door with the bags," it finally asked, only to catch in return a simple shake of the head.

Quickly, Devon knelt, grabbing at one of his bags. Reaching up, he rubbed against his cheek, feeling a scar that had been carved into his face from that day. The frown that had disappeared had returned with a fury, accompanied by furrowed brows. A snarl began to form through the frown. Grabbing at the other bag, he headed toward the door, bumping his way through the droids that were tiddying up the seating arrangements that were left unorganized by passangers.

A dull stare began to form on his face suddenly, the furrowed brows gone. He seemed as though a zombie when he stepped off the flight and into anew world. The lights of the metroplis shined as his foot stepped onto the ramp and his eyes viewed the planet for what it was. Numerous speeding speeders blasting past and forth, traffic of a bees on honey, while in the meantime the world jumbled with a jungle atmosphere that only could be compared to the planet of Endor.

A chuckle seemed to break through his hard exterior as he watched on, hearing the sounds of ranting diverse species at problems that were being aroused by the traffic. It was then that he had noticed that he could once again grasp enjoyment. A twinkle sparkled his eye as he looked on with that thought for a second, motionless at the foot of the ramp.

The moment seemed long, though it was only seconds. The breeze of the wind were more calm then the meadows of Yavin IV, the aroma of engineering parts reminiscent of home, while the tinkering noises and sparks only added a cherry to the pie. The place was to be his home, whether the Jedi was to accept his application or not.

"Coruscant, here I come," he whispered to himself, taking a step into the future and escape from the past.

[Devon Russels]

The orb of light pierced through the blue, letting its warmth caress the world. Coruscant's night was illuminated with magical, but overwhelmed by it's days of beauty. The gorgeous mourning even woke the worn down visitors in the numerous hotels. Numerous could be seen struggling through their slumber to the windows to gasp at the unbelievable reality that they saw. The way the sun kissed the sky scrapping figures was deadly to the eye. Even the voyager Devon couldn't help but blink in disbelief.

The shaggy haired teenager rubbed his eyes as only a bear from his hibernation could only comprehend. There had been very few dreams in the months that had stumbled from that horrible day for Devon, but there was a new day in to be when he stepped on the Coruscant platue in hopes of a better day.

However, even as he came to sit at the table for grub that had been given by some employeers of the hotel, he couldn't shake the thought of that day. The visions of the shining lights of the street falling down on the dying women. The dying friend. The dying lover.

"This is...good," he managed, taking another bite of the weird, see-through red substance. "Real good!"

Finally finishing, he placed his hands into his pockets, glancing about for something. Shaking his head at an anynomous thought, frowning and heading toward the door.

"Might as well deal with the application now..."