Vengeance is Mine (JA Horror fic)

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  1. JediKnightCorey Jedi Padawan

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    Nov 30, 2002
    "What are you doing out of bed?"

    Obi-Wan Kenobi was leaning against the infirmary's wall, staring out of the window into Coruscant. At his Master's words, he turned his head slightly, but wouldn't meet his eyes. Qui-Gon's heart clenched at the tears he saw streaming down his apprentice's drawn cheeks. Without a word he guided the young man back to his bed and got him settled in, tucking the blankets in around his still-too-thin form.

    "It wasn't your fault," he said in a quiet voice, a statement he had spoken repeatedly to the boy for the last two days. "It was an accident."

    His words elicted no response, but the Master could see it in the depths of his padawan's blue eyes. He still blamed himself for Nedra's death. Knowing his padawan would not be able to sleep by himself with such a weight on his mind, Qui-Gon inserted a sleeping drug into the boy's liquid tube.

    Obi-Wan had contracted a deadly virus on their last mission. He had begun losing weight rapidly, sores started to appear on his body, and his temperature had skyrocketed. Nedra was the healer attending to him, doing everything from taking his blood to mopping his hot forehead with a cool rag.

    It was Obi-Wan's blood that had killed her. After drawing a fresh sample, she had accidently stuck herself with the needle. She had died within days from the same disease that had almost taken his padawan away from him. Now the boy blamed himself for her death.

    Deep down, he knew his padawan was aware that it was human error that had caused her death, not him. Yet the rational part of his mind was not functioning in the face of this loss of life. It would take a long time and many hours of tears and meditation to get him past this death.

    Qui-Gon ran his hand through his apprentice's ginger-colored hair. It was sticky and in clumps from the sweat that had formerly covered his forehead. Usually it was the padawan of the attending healer's job to keep patients clean, but Lingo hadn't been out of his quarters since his Master's passing.

    Wanting to do something to help as the boy slipped into unconsciousness, he exited the room and went in search of a padawan healer. He found a young girl fairly quickly, told her what he wanted to do, and asked her for a cool rag and a cleaning agent of some sort. The request seemed to frighten her.

    "Do... do you want me to do it?" she offered, her brown eyes huge and scared at even the thought of it.

    The Master nearly sighed. Nedra's death had scared most of the normally annoyingly proximal healers away from his padawan's side, especially the younger ones. "No, little one. Just fetch me what I need." Within moments she was back with a wet piece of cloth and a bottle of some type of cleaner. He nodded his thanks.

    As he made his way back to the room, the Jedi had an uneasy feeling in his gut that heightened when he saw that the door had been accessed and left standing wide open. He shifted the supplies into one hand, and let the other rest on his lightsaber as he entered.

    Lingo Y'dari stood facing the bed, his eyes blank and dead looking. It didn't appear that he was even breathing as he stared hard at Obi-Wan. Something about the way he was standing caused Qui-Gon's senses to become more on edge than he all ready was. The soft lighting of the infirmary cast an eerie yellowish glow about the room, reflecting off Lingo's short golden hair and making him shine like an angel.

    Or glow like a demon.

    "Can I help you, Padawan Y'dari?"

    No response. He didn't even turn his head to acknowledge that he had heard the older Jedi speak. Hands crossed in front of him, he looked straight ahead, not even blinking.

    "Are you all right?" he tried again, and got the same response... or lack of one. Worry tingled at his spine, and he took his comlink out of his robe. The boy obviously needed some sort of help.

    "Healer Jea? Send someone down here. Padawan Y'dari is down here, and I think..."

    The force sent warnings coursing through his blood in the form of adrenaline, and he looked up to see Lingo hurl himsel
  2. Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Force Ghost

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    Feb 3, 2003
    star 4
    [face_shocked] Oooh, I liked this. It was sad, but very spooky! Will you be writing more?
  3. KatarnLead Jedi Knight

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    Oct 5, 2002
    star 3
    oooh! More! More! more!
  4. JediKnightCorey Jedi Padawan

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    Nov 30, 2002
    Hobbit - Thanks! This is my first shot at writing horror, so that means alot!

    Katarn - Comin' right up! ;)

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    Warning: This post may not be for those with weak stomachs.

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    Consciousness came slowly. In his drugged state, it made him a bit edgy to not immediately remember where he was and why he was there. When he finally did remember, he wished he could have just stayed asleep. He couldn't judge how long he had been asleep, or remember the moments before he had fallen asleep. Lingering at the back of his mind were the remnants of a nightmare, slowly fading as his fuzzy brain cleared.

    His hands went to his neck. It hurt. Not the soreness of a scratchy throat, but an ache that felt like he had been punched. He slowly massaged his entire neck, discovering many tender spots. In the reflection in the glass across from him, it was possible to make out his neck. It looked strange. Several dark colored spots made his neck appear dirty.

    "Don't rub it, padawan."

    Surprised, Obi-Wan saw his Master standing in the doorway studying him. He drew his hands from his neck, but continued to study it in the glass.

    "Is this a side effect of the medicine they're giving me?" he said, his words more heavily accented than usual.

    "No. I talked to Healer Jii. You seem to be more relaxed and rest better in your own bed, so she agreed to let us go back to our quarters when you're ready. However, you're to stay in bed for at least another week. We'll do exercises to build up your strength, but we'll take it slow. We don't want you to have a relapse."

    Qui-Gon's obvious dodge of the subject made him curious, but he didn't have enough energy to try to pull it out of him. And when his Master didn't want to talk about something, that was usually what he had to do. At times he had been accused of being downright nosy, but it was all in good fun.

    "I want to go home. I hate it here."

    Qui-Gon chuckled. "I thought you might feel that way. I'll get a healer to escort us down."

    Within a few moments an apprentice healer walked into the room, smiling and pushing a hover-bed in front of her. "Leaving so soon? Was the service that bad?"

    He grinned. "It's the food that kills me."

    They both realized the irony in that statement at the same time. The healer's smile faded and she didn't say another word as she helped Obi-Wan onto the hover-bed. She was arranging the sheets around him with special care, careful to insure the comfort of her patient, when Qui-Gon entered the room.

    The compassion of the healers never ceased to amaze him. In an enviroment in which it was considered weak to show emotion of any kind, the hearts of healers still remained soft and sensitive to the needs of others. The girl before him was a classic example of that serving heart. She finished arranging the blankets and fluffing his pillows, then smiled. "Ready?"

    "Do you have to ask?"

    Qui-Gon stood aside as she pushed Obi-Wan out the door. They passed the healer's station, where he was checked out and told that a healer would be down to see him once a day. The pair of Jedi were given a transmitter that, if activated, would send out an emergency call for healers. The elder was given instructions on how much medication to administer, and they were cleared to leave.

    Elena, who was the healer escorting them, chattered as they made thier way through the Temple halls. This was the part Obi-Wan hated the most. Coming out of the healer's on a holo-bed usually brought various reactions, ranging from sympathetic smiles to chuckling that he had once again spent time in the ward. This time was different. Many soft smiles were given, but no one dared laugh.

    It only took a few minutes to get to their quarters. As Qui-Gon entered the code to activate the door, a strange feeling came over him that he could only attribute to the force. He felt no danger, but there was definitely something strange going on. The door slid back into it's panel, and a rush of hot, rancid air greeted them.

    The healer wrinkled her nose. "What *is* th
  5. Arwen-Jade_Kenobi Jedi Grand Master

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    Feb 9, 2002
    star 5
    On my Force!!! [face_shocked]

    i'm hooked more more more more!!
  6. LuvEwan Force Ghost

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    Mar 24, 2002
    star 4
    **finishes gagging**

    This is really great so far, JediKnightCorey!!! :D

    There's a dark atmosphere here, perfect for the horror setting you're going for. ;)

    It is scary. [face_shocked]

    That a harmless accident would cause such bitter, dangerous hatred in a PADAWAN is horrible. Especially when that hatred is directed at an innocent, sickly peer.

    :_|

    So sad. So terrifying.... Yet, so good. :cool:

    Great job. Please continue!
  7. female_obi_wan Jedi Knight

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    Aug 1, 2002
    star 3
    Eww! *hates blood*

    I'll keep reading this one. :) It looks good.
  8. SHADOW13 Jedi Knight

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    Jan 20, 2003
    star 1
    This is really good. I'm hooked. :D
  9. Padawan_Jess_Kenobi Jedi Master

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    Nov 20, 2002
    star 4
    Ewwww, blood everywhere!! ;)

    That's really creepy! I'm liking this fic a lot! :D The whole "vengeance is mine" thing is really really disturbing, though. This is a very good story so far! :D Keep it up!
  10. JediKnightCorey Jedi Padawan

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    Nov 30, 2002
    Arwen - Thanks! Don't worry, another post is in the works!!

    LuvEwan - I love your s/n. Anywaze, yeah, I was going for the dark atmosphere. Kinda creepy. But if you think this was dark.. well... lets just say keep reading. ;)

    female_obi - I hate blood too... but it's sure fun to write it.

    SHADOW - Thanks! :D

    Padawan_Jess - I got the title from a Bible verse, actually. It suits my cause, tho. It seemed creepy to me, I'm glad you think the same. :)

    ~Corey
  11. Happy_Hobbit_Padawan Force Ghost

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    Feb 3, 2003
    star 4
    [face_shocked] [face_shocked] [face_shocked]

    Eik! Ick!

    This is spooky!!

    Must have more! :D
  12. KatarnLead Jedi Knight

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    Oct 5, 2002
    star 3
    ooooh! Good work, JediKnightCorey! Nicely done!
  13. JediKnightCorey Jedi Padawan

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    Nov 30, 2002
    I'm moving this thread to Before the Saga, and I will continue it there (a new post up tonight or tomorrow!).

    Here's the link!
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