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Category: Au, First Time, BDSM, Non-Q/O, Pre-Slash?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: O/M, O/M/P, O/Q, Q/P, P/O, P/M. Pretty much everyone
with everyone.
Warnings: Nonconsensual sex. Lots of torture...Oh behave!
Anyone else have a serious Austin Powers complex?
Spoilers: This takes place within and after TPM.
Summary: What if Darth Maul had kidnapped Obi-Wan at the end of
TPM and Qui-Gon had lived to follow?
Feedback: Pretty please? romana2@xtn.net
Disclaimer: We all know whom they belong to. No profit is being
made from this.
Notes: Thanks to my betas Jedi Silka, Christy, Lydie. You guys
are gods without you I am nothing. I had long been unhappy with
the summary on this story. I finally decided to change it as I
also decided to shorten the summary for previous chapters.
*Any resemblance in the story here on out to a psycho blonde
from the village of Cirra s purely intentional*
Spoilers: contains some spoilers for the JA books and for the
Darth Maul Journal. References taken from Heir to the Empire.
The Story thus far:
That scene in TPM. Except...Maul has destroyed the Jedi Temple
and taken Obi-Wan to his space station, leaving Qui-Gon alive,
and ripping out the Master/Apprentice bond. Intent on turning
the young Padawan to the darkside, Darth Maul locks Obi-Wan in
a dark cell with all kinds of horrors and injects him with an
unknown drug that causes Obi-Wan to suffer from strange and
very realistic visions. In these visions Obi-Wan confronts a
very different Qui-Gon - a Qui-Gon that wants to kill him.
Meanwhile Qui-Gon is suffering his own ordeal back on Naboo. He
nearly dies when the Master/Apprentice bond is severed, but is
saved by Palpatine who heals him without Qui-Gon's knowledge.
Qui-Gon awakens soon after and slowly begins to heal. Palpatine
who is also Darth Sideous watches the Jedi Master from
afar.(???)) and it is revealed that he also has claims on the
young Padawan, having met him at a official affair some years
before and seducing him with the aid of the dark force into his
bed. Determined that Qui-Gon Jinn should not interfere with his
plans Palpatine decides to give the Jedi Master a distraction
that will keep him from looking for his missing
apprentice.
*Sometimes it's not reality, but what is perceived as reality
that is the most terrifying*
Mist surrounded and parted before him. Obi-Wan Kenobi walked
into a nightmare. The landscape was cluttered with debris.
Small fires brightly lit the gloom. The ground was scorched,
and the silence was oppressive. The thick scent of death hung
in the air. Where am I? He wondered. He began moving through
corridor after corridor of devastation, feeling his legs grow
heavier with each step as it slowly began to dawn on him just
exactly where he was. No, it can't be. It was barely
recognizable now, but Obi-Wan felt his heart lurch painfully in
his chest when he realized he was staring at what remained of
the Jedi Temple. He glanced down curiously when his foot bumped
something that didn't feel like the other debris and felt bile
rise in the back of his throat. He was looking at what had once
been a part of someone's arm.
He didn't bother looking for the rest of the corpse. Making
his way through the charred ruins, he was mindful not to
disturb anything else of what was now most certainly a tomb.
The destruction was appalling. Coming to another corner, he
came to the base of one of the two statues that had stood just
outside the entrance. Lovingly he caressed the blackened stone,
remembering when it had been one of the favorite gathering
places of younger Padawans. That was when he heard the voices.
Clutching the base of the statue, he slowly peered round it,
blinking in surprise at the sight of two Masters standing over
a young Padawan lying prostrate on the ground. One of them bent
over taking the limp form into his arms, letting out a low moan
of despair. Obi-Wan started to move forward intent on helping
just as the man who had been watching the other two turned
making his profile more visible.
"Master Windu!"
Obi-Wan gasped in recognition and relief. He was still alive!
Giving up his hiding place, he raced towards them.
"Master. What hap..." he stopped short. The side of Windu's
face Obi-Wan had seen must have been shielded from the
explosion, while the other side of the Master's face was a
different matter altogether. His skin was covered with horrible
blisters -parts of the bubbled flesh had been torn away. A flap
of skin hung precariously where Master Windu's right cheek had
been. The other Master, who was holding the lifeless Padawan,
appeared badly burned as well. Pieces of blackened bone pierced
through what was once unmarred skin. Obi-Wan bit the inside of
his lip to stop the swell of nausea that threatened to
overwhelm him. He had seen blaster victims before and even some
injuries from small bombs, but never had he seen anything like
this.
Mace Windu's face colored with anger as he recognized the
young Padawan.
"You! How dare you!"
"Master?"
What was going on? Obi-Wan wondered. His mouth opening in
shock and surprise.
Menacingly, Windu advanced on him. "How dare you come back
here! This is all your fault!"
"What's all my fault?" Having to ask, although Obi-Wan already
knew what the answer would be.
"Everyone is dead...and it's all because of you." Mace
hissed.
It was if he'd been slapped. This couldn't be real. Master
Windu thought him responsible for the destruction of the
Temple? His mind reeled with the impact of the accusation. He
and Qui-Gon had not known the Temple was even in danger! The
Sith had set off the detonator so quickly and unexpectedly,
Obi-Wan could never have gotten to it in time.
"Master...please. You don't know what you're saying."
Mace continued to move towards him.
"I know exactly what I'm saying." he yelled. " I'm not the one
who let a Sith Lord kill my Master and set off a detonator
while you sat behind a force field and watched it all because
you were too hasty and let the enemy catch you off balance and
be thrown from battle!"
Suddenly, the limp form of the young Padawan bolted upright
and a gnarled hand raised, pointing incriminatingly. Obi-Wan's
eyes widened in surprise. The Padawan he had thought dead was
Bruck!
"Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple! Oafy-Wan destroyed the
Temple!" Blood streaking down his face, Bruck chanted the
dreaded childhood nickname the Padawan had given him before
they had become friends.
If there was a hell, this was definitely it.
"Bruck, no," Obi-Wan choked on the words.
Bruck's eyes didn't focus on him, making the scene even more
surreal. Did everyone believe him responsible for the
destruction of Coruscant? Taking a shaky breath, he turned back
towards Windu. He couldn't look at Bruck anymore- couldn't look
at the drool that fell from his lips -couldn't look at the legs
that were grotesquely bent back so far that Obi-Wan knew Bruck
would never walk again.
"Master, you need a healer. Let me help you." Obi-Wan forced
the words past the dryness in his throat.
"You want to help me?" Mace whispered, the terrible face mere
inches from Obi-Wan's own.
"Certainly, help me, Padawan Kenobi."
The Master extended a hand in invitation, and Obi-Wan
tentatively reached out to take it, gasping in horror when
burned flesh peeled off onto his own fingers. Mace Windu's
laughter was bone chilling.
"There's no help for us foolish Padawan," he growled. "We are
dead thanks to you. There is no place for you here, even in
death, there never was. Get out."
His back turned on the young apprentice.
Bruck stared sightlessly in front of him. "Oafy-Wan destroyed
the Temple. Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple."
It was too much. With a small cry, Obi-Wan pivoted on his heel
and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He ran not knowing
where he was going and not caring - breath coming in ragged
gasps- eyes blinded by the tears that would not come. He did
not know how long he ran. When he thought he could run no
longer, he glanced behind him to see if he had been followed.
No one was there. He took huge gulps of air into his aching
lungs, trying to ignore the acrid scent of death that
surrounded him. His mind grappled with what had just taken
place. This wasn't real. This was the drug Maul had injected
him with, giving him these visions. It had to be, but Obi-Wan
couldn't seem to keep his mind focused on that reality. He had
always felt like he struggled to be a part of the Jedi, like he
hadn't fit in. Hearing it spoken out loud that the others had
always thought so as well was more than he could bear.
Looking around, he was surprised to discover his maddened
sprint had nearly carried him past the suites that housed his
and Qui-Gon's quarters. This part of the Temple hadn't taken
quite such a beating as the rest. Most of it was still
standing. He made his way to the familiar door, reaching out
and trailing a finger along the outer edge. Singed and
blackened, it collapsed as he put his hand out to move it,
falling with a loud crash. He walked inside, immediately
hampered in his progress by the ton of debris that littered the
floor. Making a path through the mess to the center of the
room, it started to sink in that this was all that was left of
his life as an apprentice. A life he'd led since he was a
child. What would he do now that the Jedi were no more? He'd
never known anything else -never wanted to be anything else.
His eyes strayed to the door to Qui-Gon's room and he felt a
fresh wave of loss cascade over him. He'd rarely if ever
ventured into his Master's room. It had taken so much for
Qui-Gon to finally accept Obi-Wan as his Padawan that Obi-Wan
hadn't wanted to give Qui-Gon any reason whatsoever to regret
that long awaited decision. So, he'd suffered through the
terrors of childhood on his own. The nightmares and knee
knocking thunderstorms. He remembered cowering under his
blankets, clutching a pillow for comfort rather than disturb
his Master for such a silly thing. Qui-Gon hadn't known how
badly he had suffered from nightmares as a child. Obi-Wan had
never told him. In fact, Obi-Wan couldn't remember a time that
he'd openly gone to his Master for comfort about anything.
Instead he had chosen to remain close-mouthed and stoic in the
face of all that assaulted him, bearing it alone and without a
word. Qui-Gon had thought Obi-Wan would never enter his rooms
out of respect for his master. Now, Obi-Wan swallowed hard and
entered that forbidden place. The room was barren now, scarred
by fire. He was startled badly when he backed into Qui-Gon's
old dresser, inadvertently causing it to tip over with a
deafening crash.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Obi-Wan whirled around at the unexpected, but familiar
voice.
"Master!" he exclaimed. His eyes immediately went to Qui-Gon's
hands, remembering the long claws. They were normal.
"Master," he began hesitantly. "I miss you so much. I feel so
lost without you." He glanced at the floor. "He...he's hurting
me."
The heavy brow lifted in query. "Who's hurting you?"
"The Sith we fought. Darth Maul," he replied quietly.
"Good. You deserve it." With a flurry of his cloak, Qui-Gon
spun on his heel and walked into the other room.
"How can you say that!" Obi-Wan yelled after him in disbelief.
He was beginning to wonder how many more shocks his system
could handle. With a heavy heart, he followed. Qui-Gon stood
arms folded, staring out along what used to be their balcony.
At one time it had overlooked a beautiful garden, and a
bustling section of the city. The only thing it overlooked now
was death.
"How can you say that? " Obi-Wan repeated, coming up behind
the older man. "I'm your Padawan."
Qui-Gon shook his head.
"No, you're not. Not anymore and you never should have been. I
was not ready to take another Padawan. You knew it. Everyone
knew it. Yet, I was pressured into accepting you."
"I thought you wanted me to be your student. I thought you
liked me," Obi-Wan said softly, stung beyond reprieve. He knew
he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it. "As it was, you
nearly let me go into the Agri-Corps instead!" There was no
mistaking the hurt and bitterness that entered his voice.
" I took pity on you." Qui-Gon said after a long moment of
silence, his hands disappearing inside his sleeves.
"I didn't realize I was a charity case!" Obi-Wan spat,
coldly.
"You merely wanted to be my apprentice, Obi-Wan, because of my
status in the order. You knew that being my Padawan would be
something others would covet. You were jealous of all the other
Padawans who had Masters. This is unacceptable for a
Jedi."
Obi-Wan stared at him unable to respond. That was when he was
a child! Of course he'd wanted to be Qui-Gon's, Padawan, and
have everything that went with it, even the envy. Did Qui-Gon
think him that petty that he still thought that way? How could
he blame a child for wanting that?
Obi-Wan drew in a sharp breath. "I was not aware I was such a
burden. I thought you saw something in me worth teaching." Oh
yes, he had known. That had been his greatest fear, why he had
worked so hard to become accepted.
"I never should have taken you as my Learner." Qui-Gon's eyes
settled on his stricken apprentice. "It was a mistake -my
mistake. It cost all these lives." His made a sweeping gesture
with his arm.
"You're the one who didn't wait for me!" Obi-Wan shouted,
unable to stand being blamed for everything any longer. "You're
the one who ran ahead to face the Sith on your own!"
Qui-Gon was unruffled. "No, Obi-Wan. You didn't listen to what
I taught you. We were facing a well-trained opponent. I told
you 'do not center on your anxieties, keep your concentration
on the here and now, where it belongs, but not at the expense
of the moment'. You let your fear control you the entire time.
Your concentration wasn't on that fight!"
Stunned and confused, Obi-Wan ran a hand through his spiky
hair trying to regain his center.
"What do you mean I wasn't concentrating on the fight? That's
all I was concentrating on!"
"You were thrown from battle because you let your emotions
dominate you." Qui-Gon insisted.
"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan began, suddenly feeling very sick to his
stomach as he realized where this was going. He was silenced by
a harsh look from the elder Jedi.
"Shut up, foolish one!" Qui-Gon snapped. "It's time you
listened, for it was your love for me that got me
killed!"
Obi-Wan's world fell out from under him. He had never told
Qui-Gon how he felt about him, but he had always been
dreadfully afraid of how obvious his feelings might be. No
matter how he tried to hide them. "No...h-h-how did you ...?"
Qui-Gon sneered. "How did I what? Know that you were in love
with me? " He laughed. "My pitiful, little Padawan. How hard
was it to miss it when I was living with a love-sick idiot? I
knew! I also knew that you were contemplating telling me during
the mission! It clouded your judgement and your thoughts. You
were furious that I left you behind on Tatooine. You were
furious that I took Anakin with us! He got in the way of your
little confession, didn't he? And when I said I was taking him
as my Learner, you were so jealous, envy practically reeked off
of you. Might I add that your confession was forbidden? You
know very well what is and what is not allowed by the Code. It
was your inability to control your emotions that caused you to
fail in that fight and in turn cost me my life! Your love
killed me!"
"No, no," Obi-Wan whispered backing away from his Master,
shaking his head, denying what he knew to be true. "You went
without me. You left me!"
Qui-Gon straightened, hands on hips.
"Keep telling yourself that, Padawan. Maybe someday you will
truly believe it."
He took deep shuddering breaths, trying to control his
emotions. Hearing such cruel words come out of the man whose
words he had respected his entire life was nearly his undoing.
He had never heard Qui-Gon speak like this and it was killing
him that he had disappointed his Master. Wasn't that what he'd
been forever trying to avoid? Instead he'd done the
inconceivable. If he hadn't taken that one short glance in
concern towards Qui-Gon as they fought the Sith. If his mind
had not been focused on the daunting task of how to approach
Qui-Gon about his feelings, then he would not have been knocked
out of the fight by the Sith. Qui-Gon would still be alive and
they would have been able to fight him together.
Obi-Wan's chest constricted as he tried to pull air into his
aching lungs. His legs gave out on him and he sank to his knees
grasping Qui-Gon's leggings in his hands. "All my fault -all of
this. I killed you. Oh Gods, Master, I'm so sorry. I do love
you. I love you so much." Qui-Gon laughed as he looked down at
his trembling Padawan. "As if I could ever love a sniveling
brat like you!" he snarled. "You're worthless, Obi-Wan -always
were. You love me? You're a joke."
Something inside Obi-Wan snapped.
"I'm a joke? "
His head jerked up, face expressionless as he released his
hold on Qui-Gon and slowly got to his feet.
"I'm too hasty and impatient? I'm worthless? "
Qui-Gon's eyes were wide at the unexpected outburst.
"You taught me that as a Jedi, one should accept what life
offers you with calm - with peace and serenity. And just how am
I supposed to be calm about the fact that you ignored me time
and again when I cried out to be accepted as your
Padawan!"
Obi-Wan found he was now the aggressor, advancing on Qui-Gon
as the Jedi Master began cautiously backing away from him.
"Then when you accepted me you never seemed to have time for
me outside of our training sessions! You never cared about the
things I went out of my way to do for you. Hours and hours I
spent doing things for you...only you! And you give me up the
moment that slave boy comes along? Deciding for me that I was
ready to take my trials? Well, you know what Qui-Gon? I hate
being calm about everything and I hate the way you never had
time for me! That you gave me up for a boy you barely knew. The
way you never listened to me. I hate your 'there is no peace
only serenity'."
Without warning, Obi-Wan brought up his lightsaber igniting
it.
"And I hate you Qui-Gon Jinn!"
In one smooth motion, his saber swept in an arch, slicing
cleanly through his Master's midsection. Qui-Gon's mouth opened
in eternal surprise as he slid to the floor.
Obi-Wan stared down at the ruined form of his Master in
horror.
"What have I done? Oh Gods what have I done?"
He sank down beside the lifeless body, cradling Qui-Gon in his
arms. Qui-Gon's head lolled sickeningly -indigo eyes that would
see nothing again.
"Master, No Master!" He rained the broad forehead with small
kisses. Obi-Wan threw his head back.
"QUIII -GGGGOONNN!"
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he struggled to catch his breath.
Panic washed over him, and his mind screamed with the knowledge
of what had just occurred. Dream or no, he had just killed the
one man who meant the world to him. Eyes wide and panting
softly, he looked round him. He was back in the Sith's prison.
The droids had returned while he had been unconscious. One
stooped over him checking vital signs while the other
dexterously scanned a datapad. They had been careless with
their captive, thinking him not a threat. Beyond them the door
to the cell lay wide open. Obi-Wan didn't bother with
considering whether or not he should or where he would go. An
unrelenting desire to get away from this dreadful place
suddenly hit him like a blaster shot. He saw a chance at
freedom and in his panicked state it seemed so crazy that it
just might work. He glanced back up at the droids above him.
They continued to work not noticing that the object of their
attention had suddenly awoke.
One minute, the Padawan was lying pliable in the hands of the
enemy. The next, he was up, ramming into the droids, knocking
them from their feet and bolting through the open doorway. His
legs, weak from disuse, screamed at him to stop, but his mind-
his conscience- wouldn't allow it. He ran from himself, and the
terrible thing he thought he had done. He passed a view port
and was halfway down the curiously deserted corridor before he
felt a stinging pain coming from his leg. Stopping, he quickly
searched for the cause. The offender was in the form of a small
syringe, imbedded along his upper thigh. One of the droids had
been successful in thwarting his attempt to get away. So intent
on making it out of the cell, he had not even felt it pierce
the skin. Cursing his own stupidity, he bent over and quickly
plucked it out, wincing as he did so and threw it to the
ground. Another look over the shoulder showed that his lead was
still intact. It didn't last. As he rounded the next corridor,
cries of pursuit rose from behind him spurring him on in his
efforts. His mind raced. They would expect to find him moving
aimlessly about the station, drugged beyond capability, but
maybe they wouldn't expect him to hide so soon. Then he might
possibly be able to slip by them. Deciding that concealment was
his best option, he turned a corner and palmed the lock on the
nearest door, nearly falling inside when it opened so quickly.
His eyes took in an enormous storage bay. The room was dark and
stacked from floor to ceiling with large crates. Biting his lip
against the pain in his leg, he limped forward to hastily duck
behind a massive crate containing life support packs. He wiped
at his eyes and attempted to control his breathing. Even so, it
still took him some time to notice that his leg was almost numb
where the syringe had been. In fact, the feeling seemed to be
spreading in a deliberate pattern from his thigh to his pelvis.
What in Sith hells had they injected him with this time?
Groaning, he brought a hand to his forehead, which had grown
damp with perspiration.
"Master, " he whispered brokenly, burying his head in his
hands as Qui-Gon's face appeared before him. His mind again
replayed the awful scene where the Sith cut Qui-Gon down, but
this time before the blade hit its mark Maul's face was
replaced with Obi-Wan's own. He saw a flash and the glow of his
blue saber as it ran his Master through. Something warm and
sticky was on his hands. Eyes flying open, he brought them in
front of him only to gasp in horror at the sight of them soaked
with blood -blood which he knew without a doubt belonged to
Qui-Gon. Blood that was even now running in rivulets down each
side of his face where his hands had been. Frantically, he
wiped them on his leggings, seeking to clean them. All he
succeeded in doing was turning them a brilliant pink. He shook
his head to clear it and when he brought them up again they
were spotless, so were his leggings, as if it had never
happened. Which he now realized it had not. Sliding to the cold
floor, and wrapping his arms around his legs, Obi-Wan slowly
rocked back and forth
"Force, not real. Wasn't real. Nooooooo." Though whether he
was talking about the previous vision or this one he did not
know.
A little voice in the back of his mind said: It didn't have to
be real did it? All that matters is that you killed him. In
your mind, you killed your precious Master. You wanted him
dead...
"Qui-Gon," he muttered miserably. "I would never have hurt
you. Oh Gods, please. I loved you. This is the drug, just the
drug."
Keep telling yourself that little Padawan.
The little voice inside him said again. With a sound that was
more like a high pitched wail, Obi-Wan leaned over and pulled
at his hair while he continued to rock back and forth in
anguish. His braid slapping lightly against his chest with the
movement. The past began to intermingle with the present and
Obi-Wan heard the words Qui-Gon had uttered years ago when he
was still trying to convince Obi-Wan he would never take on
another Padawan:
"There is too much risk he will turn to the dark side."
Qui-Gon had said many a time.
I'm going mad. I must be. Am I turning to the dark side?
"Force, what's real and what isn't? I don't think I know
anymore," he murmured to himself.
As a child, Obi-Wan had constantly struggled to control his
anger and fear. As an adult, that anger and fear had become the
cause of his Master's downfall. He had been angry at Qui-Gon
for pushing him away, for being so cold to him, and treating
him like a child. He had then feared he would never be able to
tell the elder Jedi how he felt about him, and racked his brain
the entire trip from Tatooine to Naboo on how to tell his
Master how he felt. He had been distracted by the fact that he
still hadn't been able to bring it to the front before the
fight with Darth Maul. He had been careless and let his
emotions get in the way. His love had killed the one person he
had loved more than life itself. With that revelation, came a
small sob as Obi-Wan accepted that he truly was responsible for
the death of Qui-Gon Jinn.
It was at that moment, he began to feel extremely weak and
dizzy. The numbness had spread from his pelvis to his
stomach.
Sith! He cursed inwardly, slumping back against the crate. No,
not now!
No doubt this other drug would soon render him unconscious yet
again, but he'd be damned if he was going down without a fight.
His body had other ideas though as the room suddenly began to
spin wildly about him. The spasm finally passed and he could
think clearly again.
What did he think he was he doing? There was no way to escape
the Sith. The only thing he was going to accomplish was
invoking Maul's anger to no end and maybe a beating which the
Sith had yet to do, but he had been unable to think past
anything else except getting free. Taking a deep breath, he
concentrated on trying to find his center. Being unable to call
upon the Force was wearing him down, it was one of the worst
things he had ever felt in his life. The Force had been a part
of him for so long he was completely lost at the lack of its
presence. He could not remember a time it had not been there.
Yet, now here he was blind to the one thing that might have
been able to help him out of this predicament. He finally gave
up and looked around the room. It was nearly pitch dark, but he
could tell the area was well stocked. Supplies were stacked
from floor to ceiling. Shifting position, his arm bumped a
small box beside him. He squinted in the darkness just making
out the small insignia on the side. It was the Corellian Trade
Guild's mark. That meant there had to be a docking bay
nearby...and a docking bay meant escape. It was slim, but there
was a chance he could make it to a ship. For the first time
since he had been dragged out of the Generator room on Naboo,
Obi-Wan Kenobi felt hope. He leaned against the cool crate,
trying to prepare himself for the trial ahead, crying out when
without warning a massive cramp hit him causing him to lurch
over clutching his stomach. He was so hungry! Though they had
been taught at the temple how to survive for long periods of
time without food, he had rarely put the tactics learned to
use.
Sith! with the way he was feeling right now, Obi-Wan wasn't
entirely sure he could pilot a ship successfully. But one thing
at a time, he would worry about that when he got to it. He had
to get there first. He had just started to get gingerly to his
feet when the door to the storage room opened and Darth Maul
entered. Quickly, Obi-Wan ducked down, biting off a moan as his
entire body protested the move. Had Maul seen him? The Padawan
didn't think so. Biting his lower lip nervously, he wondered
why the Sith was here. Had someone seen him come in? No, if
they had they would not have waited this long to retrieve him.
There hadn't been anyone in the corridor when he entered the
storage room. So why out of all the rooms in this section had
the Sith chosen this one? Or was he systematically checking
each room? That was crazy, Obi-Wan thought Maul would have no
reason to think he had ducked into a room this close to his
small prison when Obi-Wan could just as easily be several
levels above or below Maul by now. Obi-Wan you idiot! He
silently berated himself suddenly comprehending that the
absence of guards along the corridor likely meant they were
stationed in other sectors and had probably reported he had not
come that way yet. He would have kicked himself if he'd been
able to do so.
"Obi-Wan."
The Padawan started violently at the sudden soft whisper of
his name. The disembodied voice sounded like it had come from
right behind him, but he knew the Sith could not be more than a
few meters from the entrance.
"I know you're in here, Jedi." Maul insisted. "Come out, come
out, wherever you are."
Obi-Wan pressed his back as flat against the crate as
possible.
He could hear the Sith's footfalls as he moved further into
the darkened room.
"Did you think to escape me, Jedi?"
The voice came from somewhere off to Obi-Wan's right.
"Or did you just want to play?"
Maul's laughter echoed all around him, taunting.
Swallowing hard, Obi-Wan attempted to calm his breathing, but
nothing could stop the hammering of his heart.
"Fine, We'll play. You cannot use the Force. I won't use it to
find you again, fair enough?" he cackled.
You're lying. Obi-Wan thought. You don't know I'm in here. You
can't sense me either.
Even so, he nearly jumped out of his skin when something fell
with a clatter to the floor.
"You shouldn't have run, Jedi. More's the worse for you.
Though I'm surprised you had the strength to move at all. Must
be that Jedi training kicking in...By the way, how are you
feeling now?" Maul asked, voice dripping with mock concern.
Sweat began running down his back and his hair was plastered
to his face. He didn't dare wipe at it for fear that any small
noise would draw the Sith's attention. The numbness that had
originated in his thigh was now taking over his entire lower
torso, making it take all his effort just to keep standing, but
he wasn't going to tell Maul that. Whatever drug this latest
one he'd been given was, it worked agonizingly slow on its
host. In fact, he was sweating so much, that a small puddle had
formed at his feet.
"I can smell you, Jedi. Smell your fear."
Obi-Wan had awakened from one nightmare only to find himself
transported into another. Would he ever be free of this
creature? He wasn't going to last much longer -knew he had to
get out of there. Struggling to place one foot in front of the
other, he began moving, keeping the crates at his back, in the
direction of the door. He would not give in -could not. It was
either escape now or lose his sanity altogether - succumb to
madness. He was stopped short and nearly toppled over on his
weak leg when he heard another crash closer behind him. It took
another loud crash for Obi-Wan to understand that the Sith was
pulling out the crates one by one, searching the room
methodically. That was the noise he had heard earlier, and that
meant the Sith was getting entirely too close for comfort.
Another meter or so and he would be parallel with the crate
Obi-Wan had first slipped behind. Desperately, he looked around
for something that could help him when he noticed a large cargo
net in the next crate. Maybe he could use it on Maul, trapping
him long enough to give Obi-Wan the few seconds he needed to
reach the docking bay. Back protesting as he leaned over the
top of the crate, he reached in and pulled it out.
"I'm going to fuck you, Jedi. You know that, don't you? And
you're going to want it."
Obi-Wan was glad Maul had chosen that exact moment to knock
aside another crate, yet again causing a loud crash that
covered his very audible gasp at the Sith's words. His blood
turned to ice at the idea and the subsequent image it placed in
his head. Another bout of dizziness hit him, this time
accompanied by nausea, making him almost give up and lay down
in the floor right then and there. He was becoming more and
more disoriented by the moment, and losing his control over his
limbs. Obi-Wan knew he was going to have to make a move now or
surrender to the drug. He refused to give in. Straightening to
his full height, he cautiously glanced over the top of the
crate. Maul was certainly getting closer, in fact; all he had
to do was turn around and he would see Obi-Wan immediately.
Obi-Wan nervously fingered the large net in his hands. How was
he going to get it over the Sith's head before Maul could see
him? Inspiration struck when he noticed that Maul was in an
area where the crates were precariously stacked on top of one
another. One good shove at the right angle would bring the
entire section crashing down. Calculating quickly in his head,
Obi-Wan's eyes lit upon the crate that would instigate the
landslide. Licking his lips, he edged forward, simultaneously
dropping the netting, he no longer needed, to the floor.
He waited until Maul moved into the dark corner, then with a
strength he didn't know he possessed, crossed the distance
between them in three huge steps, lunging with all his might
and throwing himself into the crate nearest the Sith,
propelling it into the others
The effect was immediate. The crates collapsed inwardly on
each other just as Maul turned with a cry of dismay. Furious
yellow eyes met gray-blue before Darth Maul was buried beneath
a mountain of supplies.
Relief washed over Obi-Wan as his enemy disappeared from
sight. Triumphantly, he gave one last glance over his shoulder
then turned to flee from the room and was promptly tripped by
something unseen, knocking the air out of his lungs as he
landed hard on the floor. His foot had tangled in the dropped
netting. Nearly screaming with frustration, he raced to free
himself. That proved to be impossible. The entire right side of
his body had now gone numb and he was only able to place one
hand on the netting to pull at it. He stared in disbelief at
his limp right hand. This could not be happening! Not now! He
was so close. Panic set in, as he realized the rest of his body
was subsequently beginning to feel the same way. Abandoning
attempts to free himself he started crawling on hands and knees
for the doorway. He didn't even think about how he would get
the door open. His body felt so heavy and cold. The coldness
spread across his shoulder blades into, down into his lower
back into his left thigh, making the hair on his body stand on
end. Then the cold began seeping into his neck, stiffening it
until he could no longer turn it to either side. It went into
his jaw as he gasped, sealing it shut. Next thing he knew, he
felt it in both hands, balling them up like the flesh of a
withered corpse. He flopped over onto his back and stared
helplessly up at the ceiling, seeing only his chest move with
the rise and fall of his breath. A noise came from the
direction where Darth Maul had been buried. The Sith had
finally freed himself.
"Well, well," Maul said, coming over to stand above the
immobile Padawan, dusting himself off.
"That was unexpected. You have such a flair for the unusual,
young Kenobi."
Obi-Wan could say nothing, watching silently as Maul crouched
over him, pulling the cursed netting from his leg.
The Sith rolled his eyes. "You do know that was completely
pointless don't you? Running from your cell, and trying to bury
me alive? Fool."
He leaned forward to within inches of Obi-Wan's nose, a wide
smile appeared on his face.
"Excruciating isn't it? Being able to see and hear everything
around you, but unable to do anything about it? Unable to even
move a muscle, outside of your eyes of course. "
If Obi-Wan had been able to, he would have spit in the Sith's
face.
"Though it's interesting how long the drug took to finally
subdue you." He frowned. "It usually affects a person much
quicker."
Maul rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still you are a Jedi."
A soft-gloved hand moved to stroke Obi-Wan's cheek.
"A Jedi...that's completely at my mercy."
The hand slid from his cheek down his chest to the tie at his
leggings, sliding under them to cup the warm flesh beneath.
Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he glared daggers at the Sith.
Maddened by Maul's repulsive touch and being unable to do a
thing about it.
Maul only smiled at him in return, saying with a hitch to his
voice, "Nice, but not yet. I think a punishment is in order for
your little escapade this morning."
It was morning? Obi-Wan wondered how many days that made that
he had been the Sith's captive. To him, it seemed like
forever.
"Come little Jedi, " Maul said as he slid arms beneath the
Padawan's knees and back, pulling him into his arms. "It's my
turn for games now."
The Sith's teeth shone even in the half-light of the storage
room.
TBC.....
No movies starring original trilogy actors, who try to kill
their wives by giving them paralyzing drugs and then placing
them in a tub full of water to drown, were copied during this
story. We all know 'What Lies Beneath'.
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