Title: Through A Glass Darkly Author: Jinngerbread Characters: Qui-Gon, Dooku, Palpatine, OC's. Timeframe: Pre-JA. Qui-Gon is 17. Genre: A little of everything. Author Notes: I'm trying a little something different, experimenting in the horror, suspense, thriller feel in hoping to get myself really going and the creative juices flowing. This is my first try at anything really dark and suspenseful, so I hope you enjoy it! Special thank you to my padawan Ara-gon for the title All he could hear was his own breathing. He could feel the Darkness, pressing heavily on his chest, smothering him in near suffocation. Qui-Gon tried not to concentrate on it, even as it permeated the very air he breathed. There was always Light even when all else seemed lost. Wasn?t there? That?s what he had always been taught, and what he had been led to believe most of his life. The problem was, did he truly believe that now? He wasn?t sure, but he knew he had to rely on it. In any Darkness, no matter how thick, there was always a little Light. He heard the door open to his cell and his muscles tensed, every part of him waiting. "Hello?" he called nervously. No one answered. Still he waited, not moving, not speaking again, but only breathing. His own breath rasped loudly in his ears, sounding harsh and heavy. The Darkness was tightening its grip. Or was it his own imagination that made the Darkness personified as a live thing seeking to claim him? Was it possible he had imagined the door opening? Perhaps it was. The tightness in his chest did not ease. "Hello?" He called uncertainly. He twisted a little and the chains holding him to the ceiling clanked loudly, grating against each other. He felt the temperature in the room growing colder. Sweat that had been running down his back and sides began to freeze in its tracks, clinging to him. His heart began to thump harder against his chest, as the hair on the back of his neck prickled. His eyes darted around nervously, looking for the source of the temperature change, even in the blackness. He opened his mouth to call again, but before he could, he felt pressure on his throat. He began to gasp for breath even as the grip tightened. He couldn?t breathe? ?.couldn?t breathe? ?.couldn?t breathe?. Spots were beginning to form in his vision and his throat constricted even more, tightening off his meager supply of oxygen. Master!