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08.14.2012 , 09:41 PM |
More names. This time it's Ayang.
The second I saw him, I knew what I was going to do.
It was strange; I'd just saw him out of the corner of my eye on the streets of the Red Light Sector. I was so lost in my thoughts that I might not have even noticed him. But I did, and the second I saw him I felt a shock run down my spine. A million hazy memories flooded my mind, of the seven months I'd lived here. He was the one who has owned me, who had forced me into prostitution and made me a drug addict. So tonight, he was going to die.
I snuck back onto my ship in the dead of night and rustled through my wardrobe. I needed something black, so I could sneak into the brothel without being seen. All I had was a black temple robe from Mirial, but I put it on and raised the hood over my head. I felt like some kind of assassin, and I liked it.
I ran through the alleys, weaving in and out of the shadows. I could still remember where he lived, where he kept all of his slaves. I remembered the thin mattresses that we'd slept on, the way he would send us out to parties with a small packet of spice to split between us. How we told new girls, "Just take it. You'll be glad you did."
He stayed in a large room on the second floor of the house, with a small balcony attached. If I could get up on the balcony, I could get into his room and shoot him. It was raining, and climbing would be difficult, but I was pretty sure I could do it. I dragged a crate under the balcony and climbed up on it. I should have stolen Corso's jetpack for this. My feet slipped, and I threw a grappling hook up onto the balcony. I heard a door open and as I pulled myself up onto the railing, I saw my former owner step out.
I stood there on the railing, my black robe rustling in the wind. A lock of soaked black hair fell over my forehead. He stared at me in confused fear, and I heard a rumble of thunder and a flash of what I hoped was lightning. I was a freaking avenging angel from hell tonight.
"Who are you?"
"You know who I am," I said, trying to make my voice sound foreboding. I wasn't sure if it worked.
There was another flash, and it must have illuminated my face, because his eyes widened. "Jae?" he whispered.
Jae was the name he called me when he owned me. He said Ayang was "too depressing" and changed it. Jae was "sexy" and "fun", appropriate for my new career path.
"That's not my name anymore," I said.
He stepped back, looking genuinely afraid of me. I'm sure I looked like I was truly insane.
"Get out of here," he said. "I've got a gun, you know."
I jumped down from the railing.
"You're gonna regret coming back here, girl!" he said, lunging at me. I kicked him in the knee, and he fell to his knees. I kneed him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. He fell onto his back, and I pinned him down. He was as out of shape now as he was two years ago.
"I have a gun too, idiot," I hissed.
He looked up at me, his eyes hard and angry. "You came here to kill me? For what? I didn't do anything illegal."
"I don't care," I said, and I whipped my blaster across his face.
Mercifully, he kept his mouth shut. A white-hot anger spread across my body, like I'd transformed into something inhuman. I kept pummeling him, like I'd wanted to all those years ago. This was for me, and for all the girls he'd sold to Hutts and criminals, and for all the girls he'd killed, directly or indirectly. This was for ruining my life.
"You're human scum," I said. "People like you are the lowest lifeform in the galaxy. I'm doing everyone a favor by getting rid of you."
"It doesn't matter what you do to me," he snarled. "You're still a whore. You always will be. You're
, Jae." His lips curled into a cruel smile, like he knew he was going to die, but he was going to take part of me with him if he could. "You're always going to be a ruined woman. No one will ever want you. Nobody wants a used-up woman like you, you dumb f--"
I shot him in the head.
For a long moment I sat there in the rain, breathing in and out. I felt strangely calm. It wasn't my first time killing someone, but usually those were fair fights, and they were about helping others. But this was...different. This was pure, simple revenge. I wasn't really hurting him for everything he did to other girls. It was for everything he did for me.
"My name's not Jae," I whispered. "My name is Ayang."
I stood up, my legs shaky at first. My robe was soaking wet, the hood hanging limply from my head. I leapt down from the balcony. As I walked away, I heard a woman scream. I didn't turn around.
When I climbed back into my bed in the hotel, I expected to fall asleep easily. But I couldn't. He was finally dead, but he'd planted a black seed inside me and I couldn't kill it. Those words he'd said before he died...I knew they weren't true. But part of me still believed him.
No one will ever want you. Nobody wants a used-up woman.
used-up. When I'd seen schoolgirls on Coruscant or young women in the cantina on Taris, I felt completely different from them. They weren't broken. They were still whole, and pure. They didn't carry around hate and anger and scars from a bad life. I stared into the darkness, trying to will myself to forget it. To cover it up, like I always did. Tonight, I'd had revenge. Tonight, I'd destroyed the worst part of my past. The inklings of doubt were worth it.
I felt my partner stir a little beside me. "Ayang? Are you okay?"
"Go back to sleep." I closed my eyes; suddenly I realized I was exhausted. "I'm all right."
Latula // Elaeys // Raima // Jaea // Macara // Meulin // Damarra // Kanaaya
"We will snatch purpose from the jaws of futility...are you ready to wreak some havoc?"