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YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE...MAYBE TWICE!

(this is a section for a story i am writing with a friend. i was thunking y'all might get a kick out of this.

let me know if it gives the right creepy feeling----clown luv y'all)

 


The jedI temple…during the purge


Once…I was jedI.
Now…..

I am dead, dead and angry…..very angry!

The purge came to the temple….the new lord vader lead troopers to our very doors.
We never stood a chance…vader, glowed with the dark side….left it in his wake.
I am sure that evil still roams the crumbling halls of the temple.
I was a padawan, I girl just before the age of trials.
My master, master rehne fought with the fierce pride of the warrior she was born to be.
But against vader and the dark side….
I still can see her being dissected..

skywalker then turned his cold eyes on me….he didn’t waste any of the force on me…straight in with his saber, through my heart.

I died.


Something woke me…a scream…a child’s scream.
Face down in the great hall where vader had left me.
I pulled myself up, slowly…pain fired along my chest…every breath feels like razors in my lungs.
this wasn’t right….
I-I’m...suppose to be dead.

Sandpaper encases my brain, a dull thudding sound racked my chest…just above…a hole?!
hands reach for the hole…burnt flesh encircles a passage that went all the way through my chest…out my back….inches from my heart….the saber cauterized the wound.

I have a frigging hole in my chest!!

The screams echo both inside and outside my head….the force is also screaming.
Even the force does not feel right…before it felt warm…a carefree haze.
Now, it boiled….hot and icy at the same time…where it only whispered, now it raged with venom.
It slithered tightly around me…binding me in angry coils….the dead…I could hear the jedI cry out….

“kill them all!”


A cold grip in the force….needles of power ran through my spine….a dark need.
Something snapped in me, a small wave of anger rising in me….
I felt the troopers before i saw them….10 heavily armed, and armored….how I hated them…I felt the hate in my core….let it grow…let it feed on my anger….

Is- this the dark side?

The troopers raised their weapons…the rage pent up in me surge forward…up, out through my lungs.
I released it in a scream of hate….the force shot out in a wave, tossing the troopers like rag dolls.

“don’t…you can’t…you are jedI.”

The knight lay against a wall…his legs bent the wrong way….saber burns were his left arm and lung would have been.
His flesh was cold…long since dead…how…..did I hear him talk?
His hand shot out catching me in a grip of iron, cold eyes locked with mine.

“stray not...into the dark side jedI…” a rasping sound from his shattered lungs as it fell back against the wall…dead and unmoving.

“what the hell?!”

I sprawled away from the dead master…my mind rebelled at what just happen.
the dead do not talk…sure jedI move from the living to the force.
but they sure as hell do not use dead flesh to talk with the living…what the hell happen to the sparkly ghost shit?

“kill them, make them pay!” the icy force screams, daggers embed me brain.

was this the voices of dead jedI?

A blaster bolt slammed into my shoulder…hot, wet…and pain.
My hand reacted before I did.
The force pulled at the trooper, lifting him up, I used my other hand…pulled hard.
The sound of ripping flesh, muscle….bone.

I felt a smile creepy along my face as his right leg fell into the dirty floor.
Licked my lips as I watched his blood splatter.
I lifted him up higher…so all his friends could see him.
I reached inside him with the force…felt what I was looking for and pulled slowly…enjoying the wet crunching sound of his brains being ripped out through his eye sockets…..his screams…made my heart dance.

It was weird, a strange silence…as the shocked troopers stared at what was left of their commander.
The shock didn’t last long…

“fire!”

Their blaster bolts slammed into me…rage and pain ripped through me.
The force reached out….searching for something.
Then I heard them…the sound of sabers igniting. I looked up to see 5 sabers, taken from the dead knights….all dancing around me, deflecting the bolts away.

Did… I do this…or is force working it’s will through me?

I stepped forward, with the force I grabbed the first trooper within reach….dig nails into his flesh and pulled…I felt his neck stretching….his flesh tighten then rip…at the sight of his blood I pulled harder…his screams just feed my lust for his blood…to feel it…see its crimson stain my flesh…my robes soaked in his blood.
I gave a roar, all the anger I had behind it…his head tore free from his body….his blood spurting like a fountain…soaking me to the bone…..I reached for the next trooper…..

A few minutes later all ten trooper lay mangled around me, I am drenched in gore and blood.
The force is razor blades and needles, I let out a howl of pain, and rage.
Fall forward into the filth and rotted bodies.
The force whispers darkly in my mind…the voices of the dead jedI become a silent chant, a one word drone.
“BLOOD”
I roll over breathing hard.
“BLOOD”
Can’t think…..
“BLOOD”
I feel it start low, not sure where it is coming from at first….
“BLOOD”
I realize with dread that it is me….
“BLOOD”
It’s my voice.
“BLOOD”
What the hell is happen to me?

“oh, you are a wicked little killer my dear!”
What I see before me is not a human…there is a dark shifting shadows that dances all about him.
He is of the dark side...a pillar of dark power.
I reach for him in the force, daggers driving for his brain…his blood.
A small flick from the shadows and I am deflected. Hate flares in me….I will not be denied.
His blood will be mine. I pull inward letting the anger feed.
His shadows shifted, a strike fast as lighting toward me.
I let the force explode outward with all the rage I can feel.
The shockwave counters his attack just enough to leave him open.
I drive in hard, the force is my dagger….it bites deep into his side, tasting his blood.

“twisted little bitch!”

He screams…it is not a normal scream, pure hate hits me. The force withers under the sound of his voice.
His shadows assault me from everywhere.
The are like razor wire, cutting me deep…the pain feels…delicious.

A dark ecstasy envelopes me as I feel the dark power that he is.
“you wish blood? I can give that to you.”
I lock eyes with him, feeling the dark truth of what he is…what he can do.

“you are no jedI…no, you are something else.”
I feel the dark side reach into me, feel him pull my mind just from the blood.
“you feel…the dead?”
He smiles darkly at me.
“oh….you will do nicely.”
I smile, thinking of the pain I will inflect in his name…the blood that will flow for his pleasure.
“….master”
His smile a thing of icy evil.

I was jedI…before I died…..now….
I am the emperor’s wicked one.
I am Blood, I give the dead a voice

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Comment by Redrum: the undead juggalo on May 10, 2011 at 1:49pm
thanks guys
this is to be a throw away section, don't wanna be sued and all.
mostly did it just to get a feel for the girl, and what she will be going through.

couldn't toss it without you folks reading.

clown luv
Comment by Komrad Venessa Wicked☭ on May 9, 2011 at 9:39pm
"I am the emperor’s wicked one." I Love it kLoWnY! Remember us when you are signing autographed books!
Comment by MALICE☭ on May 9, 2011 at 5:00pm
This story is starting off well. You and your friend are going to have one hell of a story.

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