Hate Leads to Suffering - JA (Not a new story, I just finally found a title)

Well...that was evil and sadistic. So...great post! And I'm also looking forward to a little Jedi payback

 

They will most likely be resuced soon. I really didn't plan much for this story except tormenting our boys. So, I've got to figure out the rescue, still.

What do you all think? Another round of torture before the rescue or just let Mace and Tahl get there? Democracy is a good thing!

Mush is my favorite part of these type of stories, but it is not my strongest skill. Here's what I came up with. Kinda a weak ending to this post, just sort of putters out, I think.

Anyway, Enjoy! And thanks for all the feedback!
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Qui-Gon hurt. The leather lashes with their metal tips had torn the flesh, muscles and tendons of his back. His arms and shoulders would soon begin to protest being tied to the post above his head. The rag taped in his mouth to silence him was foul tasting. Yet, these were minor things next to the ache in his heart.

His padawan was curled on the floor of his cell. Bright red blood covered the teen?s back, sides and shoulders. The burned black of a blaster wound marked his left arm. If Qui-Gon?s back was torn, Obi-Wan?s was completely shredded. Worse, the wounds had been self inflicted to prevent his master from being whipped further. From the holovid that allowed Qui-Gon to see his Padawan, he could hear the boy?s muffled sobbing. Qui-Gon could feel nothing from their training bond. Obi-Wan had blocked him out to avoid hearing his master?s demands that he not sacrifice himself.

Anger, anguish and pride mixed together in Qui-Gon. Anger at Vanson for seeking revenge against Qui-Gon through his Padawan. Anger at himself for not thinking of a way to escape that would not mean certain death for Obi-Wan. Anger at Obi-Wan for ignoring his direct order to not accept the punishment in his master?s place. It was this last that also brought about the feelings of anguish and pride.

Only sixteen, his Obi-Wan had acted with a bravery and selflessness that made Qui-Gon proud. The boy had stood firm as he endured the harsh torment, barely uttering a sound. He had waited until his captors left him alone before he allowed himself to collapse on the floor. To willingly sacrifice himself for another . . . to willingly place himself in harms way so that another would not suffer. His Padawan was truly a Jedi.

Even the young one?s disobedience gave him a strange sense of pride. Qui-Gon had ignored enough rules to do what he thought was the right thing that he could sympathize with the peculiar courage it took to defy a respected authority and stand up for what one thought was the correct action. It would not do to tell his Padawan that, though.

Qui-Gon took several deep breaths, finding his center. He released his anger into the Force, seeking its healing energies to reduce the throbbing in his back.

Calm now, the Jedi Master reached over the training bond to his Padawan. Qui-Gon could push through the youth?s shields, but he preferred not to. He placed a gentle, insistent pressure against his Obi-Wan?s shields.

Over the holovid, Qui-Gon saw his Padawan shift into the kneeling position he meditated in. Mangled back straight, eyes closed, Obi-Wan took several deep breaths of his own, then lowered his shields to his master.

Qui-Gon could sense the pain and the fear his Padawan sought to conceal from him, with far less skill than Qui-Gon was using to conceal his own pain. There was anxiety about the expected reprimand. Shame at the tears shed during and after his ordeal, was present. But there was no regret for the decision to injure himself rather than allow his master to continue to be tortured. Before any words were sent, Qui-Gon allowed the pride and love he felt for his Obi-Wan to flow over the bond. He felt Obi-Wan return that love.

<I am sorry, Master> Obi-Wan sent.

<For what?> asked Qui-Gon. It was a serious question, not a way to deflect the other?s apology.

<Many things. I am sorry I was careless enough to get captured and cause your imprisonment. I am sorry that I have been unable to maintain a Jedi?s stoicism

 

Oooo... OUCH! His back was shredded... I am wincing with sympathetic pain...

More soon please!

 

One more dip in the bacta tank, one more round of torture, and then they can be rescued...maybe.

 

LOL Jane!!!

Sweet GC! Another post soon please

 

can you say ouch ouch ouch ouch

post soon

 

OUCH!!! Ugh, Greencat, We are all so twisted. I can't believe what a good writer you are, and I can't believe I feel so oddly attracted to reading this Up!!!

 

<takes a calming breath.>
Hi. My name's Senni, and I...I'm an obi-torture and angst freak. It's been about a year now, and I can't stop reading it.... I know it's sick, but I just can't stop....
<sits down>
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Of course, the only problem with that is that I'm not planning on getting help, of course. Though maybe we should start an Obi-torturers anonymous club in resources....

 

That post was so sweet, greencat!! It was extremely touching to see the care between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon!!!!

*rubs hands together and grins deviously* So what's the next type of torture?

 

Okay - now I'm caught up! And OUCH!!!! Poor Obi and Qui!!!!!! BIG OUCH!!!!!

Hot Oil?!?!?!?!?!?! *shudders*

Great posts, Greencat!

 

I'm speechless.

Sarah >^,,^<

 

*starts yelling and screeming and cringing and twisting around and slamming doors and kicking computer monitors...*

READER TORTURE! Not fair! We're all having to suffer

Great post, poor Obi!

 

ACK!!! I missed a post! [face_shocked]

Yeah, Yoda had better find them soon....who know's what GC will come up with next!!

 

Well, that does it. I am depressed. Those last two posts were just so emotional. So depressing So, sad.

Poor Obi

 

Thank you all for your comments. I'm delighted that you like what has been written so far.

Here's a short post, with a little Qui-abuse and alot of reader-torment

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It was a brutal sight. The arms of the tall, muscular man were bound to a post. The dried, crusted blood from the jagged slashes covering his back gave mute testimony of the hours that had passed. A gag was taped across his mouth. And yet . . . the man?s face was a study in serene peacefulness. His breath was slow, deep and even.

Eyes closed, Qui-Gon mediated. He acknowledged the pain that wracked his body. Accepted it and then moved past it. The Dark anger and fear that swirled within him was examined and released. Gently, his mind touched that of his young Padawan. Like a protective parent would tuck a quilt around the body of his hurt child, the older Jedi wrapped comforting love around the boy?s spirit. Obi-Wan, deep within his healing trance, sighed contentedly.

Sending his awareness outward, Qui-Gon began to search. The Living Force sang to him of the many lives that filled the world around him. Sentient and non-sentient, animal and plant, Light and Dark. Qui-Gon reached out further, into the quietness of space. Distant planets, radiant with the glory of their own life covered surfaces shone within his Force sight. Fragile metal craft, carrying beings through the vast emptiness between planets glimmered like widely scattered fireflies in the night.

Within one of these ships hurtling through the vacuum, Qui-Gon found at last what he had been questing for. He felt the presence of two that also reached outwards through the Force, searching.

A whisper, carried on an ethereal wind from across a great distance. Images and emotion more than actual words, <Qui-Gon, my friend?>

<Mace. Tahl. We need you.>

<We come. Guide us.>

Qui-Gon began to pull back, slowly. Allowing the others to follow the insubstantial path to his material being. Closer and closer, the way was mapped. The world on which they were being held sparkled like a blue-green jewel in the minds of the three meditating Jedi. In a few heartbeats, the exact location would be revealed.

White hot pain filled him. The connection with Mace and Tahl was burned away. Qui-Gon?s eyes flew open with the shock of his abrupt return to physical world. From behind the gag, a muffled cry escaped.

Vanson stood a few feet away from him to avoid being hit by the liquid being thrown onto the Jedi Master?s mangled back.

?Enough,? Vanson ordered. ?It seem we once more have the attention of our guest.?

 

Well, at least Mace and Tahl are closer then they were..............so it looks like some more torture's coming in the next post GC, what have you got planned for the boys huh?

 

Reader-torture is right! But then, I've noticed many Obi-torture fics leave readers hanging at the end of each post. It seems to be characteristic of the sub-genre

 

Does this mean more torture?

MORE!

Sarah >^,,^<

 

Oooohhhh...cool...I LIKE it!

Can't wait for another post!!

Torture...ooooohhhh

 

*chants* Torture torture torture! We want torture! Torture of any kind! Yeah yeah! T-O-R-T-U-R-E that's how we spell torture! Yeah! Great job Greenious Catious! I loved it! Now let's get to the torture

 

I see more torture's on the way. I love the description of Qui-Gon reaching out through the Force and leading Mace and Tahl back to him. I hope they were able to get a better idea of where they are.

 

Sighs, atleast Mace and Tahl are gettiing closer!!!!!!

 

Ouchie! Hot oil, thats pretty creative idea on how to torture Obi. Wich gave me a pretty good idea on how to to torture palpy!

*insane laughter*

Jeez if my parent saw what knd of person I turned into they will defently have an heartattack!