Category: Angst, Other.
Archive: Master_ Apprentice only.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Main character death. If you don't like unhappy
endings don't read this. You have been warned.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: A ghostly presence is felt.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me nor do I
make any money with them.
NOTE: I tried to write another sweet, happy chapter of my
Foreplay series, but I just couldn't. Evil Halloween spirits
possessed me and this little fic was born. Happy Halloween
everyone!
Beep,beep.
You hear your pad beeping and come to see who is sending you a
message. You are smiling as you sit on your chair and touch the
screen. You just love to receive new messages, don't you?.
Messages from friends far away or from friends right here in
the Temple, messages with greetings, information or just silly,
meaningless messages, sent only for the pleasure of keeping in
contact with good friends.
You specially love to receive messages from your Master and
now lover. Who would have thought that a man as serious and
formal as Qui-Gon Jinn would like to send such stupidly
sentimental love notes to his Padawan/lover? I certainly never
imagined it.
Oh, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not your Master and
I was never your friend. Try to guess who I am, little Padawan.
Think hard and maybe you'll get it right.
You are frowning now and your smile is starting to disappear
as you continue to read this. Yes Obi-Wan, I can see you. I
have been watching you and Qui-Gon for a long time, from far
away first, but now I am right here in this room, with you. As
a matter of fact, I am right behind you.
I watch as you jump from your chair and look around the room,
trying to find me; I watch as you return to the desk and start
punching keys in your pad. You are trying to locate the origin
of this message, sure that it's just a bad joke from one of
your many friends here in the Temple.
But it's true Obi-Wan, I am here with you. You still don't
know who I am? I'll give you a hint. The last time we saw each
other I was falling into a boiling pool of acid.
Ah, yes. You remember that. Good, I would hate to think that
you had forgotten me so easily.
I hear you whisper my name with something that sounds
suspiciously like hate, and, perhaps, fear as well. Both
dangerous emotions for such a perfect little Padawan, your dear
Master would certainly not approve of them.
You shake your head, you don't want to believe me. You prefer
to think that I'm someone from outside the Temple who knows the
whole story and who it's trying to scare you from some crazy
reason. Really, Obi-Wan, that's rather absurd, don't you think?
As absurd as thinking that I miraculously survived and have
returned after all these years to get my revenge from you and
Qui-Gon.
Not even I could survived that fall, I am quite dead. But
you'd be right in thinking that I have returned to make you
both pay for what you did to me. Don't you believe me? Haven't
you heard that "there is no death, there is only the Force"?
It's true Obi-Wan. The Light exists but the Dark Side is even
more powerful then you could ever imagine. Hate and anger feed
the Dark and, when I died, I had so much hate in me, so much
anger, that they became almost a living thing. Those emotions,
so distrusted by your fellow Jedi, allowed me to come back,
allowed me this final confrontation with the man I once called
Master.
You see, I thought that my death would destroy him, that he
would blame himself and never be able to find peace again. I
wasn't afraid to die because I was sure that, in the end, I had
won. Never did I imagined that you, Obi-Wan, would be the one
to ruin my plans . You were always there, comforting him,
healing him, loving him. You were the only reason he had to
live and, with time, your love for him was enough to make him
whole again. He didn't forget me entirely, but he no longer
felt the bitterness I'd hoped would always be in him. My death
had been in vain.
I had to watch as he healed, I watched as love started to grow
in his heart. I watched as the two of you came together. You
are happy, immensely happy, your love shines brightly with the
blessing of the Force. That love and that happiness wound me, I
can not rest until I have destroyed them, until Qui-Gon is
completely broken. Perhaps then I will finally know peace, at
least the Dark Side's version of peace.
But don't worry, I'm not here to kill Qui-Gon, that would be
too easy, too simple. After all, what I really want is for him
to suffer for the rest of his life. And I know just how to
accomplish that.
Can you feel me now? Can you feel my eyes on you? I watch as
you fidget in your chair. You are finally understanding.
Understanding that I am here to kill you .
You turn around but see no one. I can see the small hairs at
the base of your neck standing. You are nervous. I don't blame
you, I would be nervous too.
When your Master comes back he will find you dead. He will
weep and despair when he realizes that there's nothing he can
do to bring back his beloved Padawan. And I will be here,
watching.
You stand up again, and try to find me with your Force
enhanced senses but I'm beyond your reach now. Oh, no, don't
turn off the screen, I warn you, the moment you do that, I will
kill you. You read that line and your hand hesitates. Good,
keep reading, I still have things I want to say and we don't
have much time. I can feel Qui-Gon approaching, he'll be here
soon. But he won't get here in time to save you, in fact, the
closer he gets, the closer you are to death.
I want you to know how much I'm going to enjoy watching
Qui-Gon' despair. Without you, without your love, he'll be
completely lost. His heart, so full of love for you now, will
be cold and empty for the rest of his life. And you will have
to watch his suffering without being able to help him.
It's time for you to see me Obi-Wan, just turn around, I'm
right behind you. Yes, that's it, look at me, I have waited a
long time to see that fear in your eyes. Here, I'll let you
feel me, feel my hands closing around your throat...
Do you feel that Obi-Wan? That's your life slowly slipping
away. You can't breathe and you can't fight me, I'm too strong
for you to defeat me now.
Do you hear that? No, no, you can't hear anything any longer,
can you? You lie still on the floor, your eyes are open but you
can't see. You are dead so you can't hear the door opening. You
can't see as Qui-Gon comes in and looks at you, there, on the
floor, your body already getting cold. You can't see the horror
in his eyes nor hear his desperate cries.
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