09-14-2016, 04:03 PM
Pain was nothing to Malik. No. That was a lie. Absulutely a lie. The truth he had learned- had always known- was far deeper. Pain was life. Pain was power. Pain was strength. He drew on his pain, drank it in, as deeply as he drank in the Force, felt them blend together inside him, dark, a malevolent torrent that coursed through his veins, steeling him.
And his smile deepened, the cracking of his burnt lips and cheeks- the tearing of crisp skin and trickle of fluid fueling the fire in his soul. His eyesight had returned enough that the room was clear. His pain forced his mind to push through the cloud that surrounded it. The arcing of the metal in the room- the ball clear on the floor next to him- had stopped and the heat on his skin stopped growing.
Every one of his senses was on fire, heightened to a degree unknown- as if he was the room, one with every mote of dust and every flicker of flame and every molecule of oxygen and nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the air. They were his body, now. All of it, and he felt every shift, every twitch, as if their were his own limbs. A tiny machine the size of a fly flew at him and he crushed it with fingers of air.
And then his 'body' vibrated, the air itself responding to something. A voice pushed itself to him, over Ascendancy's screams and into his ears. "Freeze it!"
Yes. Compression, but to an ultimate degree. Without thinking further, he drew water and fire from around the creature, drawing out the energy into himself, feeding it into the fire of the fireplace.
The creature now writhed and fought, no longer hovering over the Ascedancy. It billowed and shifted angrily, as if an expanding cloud, but in reverse. Its head shook violently as it coalesced into the shape of a man, vibrating and shaking as if trapped and desperately trying to get free, face now showing human features, mouth opened to a gash.
And unearthly howl tore through the air and through his brain, the pain agonizing, and Darth Malik drew deeper on the pain, on his rage and anger- he felt power fill him until he was near to bursting.
The ecstasy was the purest pleasure imaginable, distilled into its finest essence. It was the purest agony, acid and blades through every part of him. He swam in it, luxuriating. Seeing everything clearly.
The metal sphere he'd wrought floated in the air.
The entire room- the blasted gash in the wall, the Ascendancy on the ground, creature whining and twisting and rippling with the smoke that steamed from off of it, the rubble and the girl and old man in their own world, all of them inhabited the reflection on this silver steel ball. And he was God, holding the world in between his fingers.
And the the metal ball shot like a bullet from him, aimed directly at the forehead of the now solid creature, hole blossoming red, misty spray of blood immediately behind, body falling dead to the ground.
The whine stopped instantly, the silence suddenly as loud as the cry was before. Through it, though, he could see Ascendancy still on the ground. He breathed in, feeling the Force flow around him, strengthening him, and tried to come up from his one knee to stand-
-and couldn't. He couldn't walk. Rage boiled over, but he pushed it away. He crawled to Ascendancy, watching the corridors for any others.
And his smile deepened, the cracking of his burnt lips and cheeks- the tearing of crisp skin and trickle of fluid fueling the fire in his soul. His eyesight had returned enough that the room was clear. His pain forced his mind to push through the cloud that surrounded it. The arcing of the metal in the room- the ball clear on the floor next to him- had stopped and the heat on his skin stopped growing.
Every one of his senses was on fire, heightened to a degree unknown- as if he was the room, one with every mote of dust and every flicker of flame and every molecule of oxygen and nitrogen and carbon dioxide in the air. They were his body, now. All of it, and he felt every shift, every twitch, as if their were his own limbs. A tiny machine the size of a fly flew at him and he crushed it with fingers of air.
And then his 'body' vibrated, the air itself responding to something. A voice pushed itself to him, over Ascendancy's screams and into his ears. "Freeze it!"
Yes. Compression, but to an ultimate degree. Without thinking further, he drew water and fire from around the creature, drawing out the energy into himself, feeding it into the fire of the fireplace.
The creature now writhed and fought, no longer hovering over the Ascedancy. It billowed and shifted angrily, as if an expanding cloud, but in reverse. Its head shook violently as it coalesced into the shape of a man, vibrating and shaking as if trapped and desperately trying to get free, face now showing human features, mouth opened to a gash.
And unearthly howl tore through the air and through his brain, the pain agonizing, and Darth Malik drew deeper on the pain, on his rage and anger- he felt power fill him until he was near to bursting.
The ecstasy was the purest pleasure imaginable, distilled into its finest essence. It was the purest agony, acid and blades through every part of him. He swam in it, luxuriating. Seeing everything clearly.
The metal sphere he'd wrought floated in the air.
The entire room- the blasted gash in the wall, the Ascendancy on the ground, creature whining and twisting and rippling with the smoke that steamed from off of it, the rubble and the girl and old man in their own world, all of them inhabited the reflection on this silver steel ball. And he was God, holding the world in between his fingers.
And the the metal ball shot like a bullet from him, aimed directly at the forehead of the now solid creature, hole blossoming red, misty spray of blood immediately behind, body falling dead to the ground.
The whine stopped instantly, the silence suddenly as loud as the cry was before. Through it, though, he could see Ascendancy still on the ground. He breathed in, feeling the Force flow around him, strengthening him, and tried to come up from his one knee to stand-
-and couldn't. He couldn't walk. Rage boiled over, but he pushed it away. He crawled to Ascendancy, watching the corridors for any others.