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10.14.2012 , 12:03 PM |
Teachers and Heroes
Remi AU: Knightless
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Cold red eyes were all she saw. The whip cracked, the instincts she had relied on to survive for most of her life pushed her body to the side, Scourge told her it was the Force and that she used it without knowing. He was teaching her to use it consciously, or he was just whipping her in a dark room for revenge. It was hard to tell.
“I have been remiss in teaching you, little rebel.” The eyes said, “It was foolish to think I could win the trust of one such as you. I should have taught you to fear me.” She felt a twinge of regret, she was always trying to see how far she could push people, apparently that was not a good idea with Sith.
The eyes disappeared.
“Whips can be used for other things you know.” She said trying to get him to make a sound, she strained her ears and extended her senses including the other one that she had grown more conscious of since she began training. She sensed nothing. A sharp crack and the tip of the whip laid open her cheek. Gasping with pain and anger, she crouched and poured her energy into her senses. She would find him and then she would kill him.
His amusement at her pain leaked out of whatever he did to shield himself, she dropped a shiv into her hand dodging the next crack of the whip, she focused her energy into speed and leaped at him. Red eyes stared back calmly, unsurprised. A wall of force stopped her in mid-air then grabbed her and threw her to the ground.
He pinned her there as he walked calmly to her side, her hands desperately scrabbled at her neck in a futile attempt to dislodge his force choke. For a moment, the room flared as her untamed power tried to help her. She saw the outlines of things, parts of her body, the bugs and rodents scuttling in the darkness. All life glowed to her newfound senses, she looked up at the Sith, tears blurred her true vision but this new sense remained sharp. His power burned with almost painful intensity and at the core of him, a swirling darkness spiked with pain. His power dimmed, or so she thought, but it was only her senses as she lost her grip on consciousness and everything slipped away.
Scourge looked down at his battered charge lying on the narrow bed. He had nearly killed her, but she was as wild and untamed as her connection to the Force, she would bend to his will and learn or she would break, and she must not break. Her eyes fluttered open, she froze as she met his gaze. There was something different about the way she looked at him now, she had seen something of his power, and she feared him. Good. She tried to move and found herself secured to the bed. Anger joined the fear in her eyes, not broken. Very good.
Scourge sat at the edge of the bed and removed her wrist shackles. He felt the fear and anger warring within her, finally anger won.
“I’ll run.” She clenched her jaw and balled her hands into fists.
“Perhaps,” he said, amused at her bravado and leaned over her, she struck at him, her emotions overcoming her self-control. He caught her wrists easily and pinned them down. “But know this, little rebel, I will find you.”
She stopped struggling at his words and to his great surprise, she giggled. He released her as she curled on her side and shook with mirth, when she looked back at him the anger was gone though some of the fear remained this time perhaps tinged with respect.
She smiled at him crookedly, “You remind me of my mom.”
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