08-16-2018, 09:40 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-17-2018, 01:21 AM by Marcus DuBois.)
Malik raged, a tiger in a cage, roaring and beating himself against the bars, flames burning away his fur and skin and muscle and sinew. The Force roared through him, more of it than he could even begin to comprehend. He felt it scouring him from the inside out, hollowing him out, a blade scraping his skin from the inside.
It was more pain than he had ever felt. He was being wrung out as tightly as possible, every last drop of the Force ripped through him, almost as if flaying him alive.
But Malik refused to scream. His eyes filmed red with fury. I.WILL.NOT.SCREAM!!!!! Not for anyone. Never again. Never. Never. Never. It was his mantra as all the pain and agony of his childhood flooded his mind. He was almost thankful for that brutal training. He would not break. His teeth ached as his jaw clenched as tightly as he could manage, to the point that he could almost begin to feel them crack.
He felt the ijiraq inside him, mind to mind, pressuring him, demanding answers. Who has the key? Marcus smiled through clenched teeth. Another ijiraq had come straight for Ascendancy. The Regus of the Atharim had a tablet to control it, Aria had said. Ascendancy thought him dead.
Clearly he was wrong.
But Malik would die before giving any information to the ijiraq. It seemed to sense his defiance and somehow the agony increased. Red filmed eyes went blind and every nerve now seemed afire. And Darth Malik, Dark Lord of the Sith, Master of the Force opened his mouth and laughed from his very core, as if to spit in its eye.
"Do your worst!!! Kill me!! You will not break me!!!!" And he laughed again as his world became agony.
It was more pain than he had ever felt. He was being wrung out as tightly as possible, every last drop of the Force ripped through him, almost as if flaying him alive.
But Malik refused to scream. His eyes filmed red with fury. I.WILL.NOT.SCREAM!!!!! Not for anyone. Never again. Never. Never. Never. It was his mantra as all the pain and agony of his childhood flooded his mind. He was almost thankful for that brutal training. He would not break. His teeth ached as his jaw clenched as tightly as he could manage, to the point that he could almost begin to feel them crack.
He felt the ijiraq inside him, mind to mind, pressuring him, demanding answers. Who has the key? Marcus smiled through clenched teeth. Another ijiraq had come straight for Ascendancy. The Regus of the Atharim had a tablet to control it, Aria had said. Ascendancy thought him dead.
Clearly he was wrong.
But Malik would die before giving any information to the ijiraq. It seemed to sense his defiance and somehow the agony increased. Red filmed eyes went blind and every nerve now seemed afire. And Darth Malik, Dark Lord of the Sith, Master of the Force opened his mouth and laughed from his very core, as if to spit in its eye.
"Do your worst!!! Kill me!! You will not break me!!!!" And he laughed again as his world became agony.