05-12-2020, 07:58 PM
Malik walked the streets lazily, sidestepping the phantom guests. He could almost see through them if he tried. The booths and rides and booths if he really focused. The one he hunted could be found very quickly if he truly wanted it.
But what good was a kill without the chase, the flare of nostrils at the scent of fear and panic, their slow realization that no matter how safe they thought they were, he would not stop.
It was something to be savored. Marcus deserved as much. Malik had come to him when he was just a boy, had borne his punishments, had steeled his resolve, had given him courage- and more. A hope. A path. A destiny. Power. Malik did that!
And yet Malik was denied nearly always. Kept on a leash, let out only at need. Malik didn't drive except in those rare instances he was allowed. The word burned on his tongue. He was a Dark Lord of the Sith, not a servant.
His glowing red eyes grew in intensity and the dream faded. He stopped and raised an eyebrow, smile slowly forming on his lips. There were two of them. Interesting. He did not question the how. He was not Marcus, slave to his curiosity. What was, was. The only thing that mattered was whether it was useful to him.
The world snapped back and he watched from a distance, content to wait. Let him run. As for the other...
"I see you too, you know.” The voice floated to him. It wasn't that the crowds and noises lessened. But they were unreal. Whoever she was- it was a she, he recognized- was challenging him.
Foolish, that, especially in this place. Not even Marcus controlled him here. He was weak, the child he had been and always would be.
"You play at games you cannot know," he whispered, knowing she could hear him. He focused and could see her through the outlines of the wall. Small, young, pretty. Real. Not his typical prey. She did not give off the stink he recognized instinctually. The one that begged for his undivided attention.
Except for the challenge, now. "May I ask who you are and what you are doing here?" Not curious, not really. Just all part of the game.
But what good was a kill without the chase, the flare of nostrils at the scent of fear and panic, their slow realization that no matter how safe they thought they were, he would not stop.
It was something to be savored. Marcus deserved as much. Malik had come to him when he was just a boy, had borne his punishments, had steeled his resolve, had given him courage- and more. A hope. A path. A destiny. Power. Malik did that!
And yet Malik was denied nearly always. Kept on a leash, let out only at need. Malik didn't drive except in those rare instances he was allowed. The word burned on his tongue. He was a Dark Lord of the Sith, not a servant.
His glowing red eyes grew in intensity and the dream faded. He stopped and raised an eyebrow, smile slowly forming on his lips. There were two of them. Interesting. He did not question the how. He was not Marcus, slave to his curiosity. What was, was. The only thing that mattered was whether it was useful to him.
The world snapped back and he watched from a distance, content to wait. Let him run. As for the other...
"I see you too, you know.” The voice floated to him. It wasn't that the crowds and noises lessened. But they were unreal. Whoever she was- it was a she, he recognized- was challenging him.
Foolish, that, especially in this place. Not even Marcus controlled him here. He was weak, the child he had been and always would be.
"You play at games you cannot know," he whispered, knowing she could hear him. He focused and could see her through the outlines of the wall. Small, young, pretty. Real. Not his typical prey. She did not give off the stink he recognized instinctually. The one that begged for his undivided attention.
Except for the challenge, now. "May I ask who you are and what you are doing here?" Not curious, not really. Just all part of the game.