Breaking Down (Darron)

[The White Wolf]

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The darkness was always natural to the young boy...but for some reason. Dispite his anger...his hurt, and his pure sadness 13 was still holding on to the light. Looking for i but it always seemed to far away...always out of reach. Many children his age had at least one day of happiness...one day were they smiled and truly were happy. 13 never had a moment like that...he never had a happy moment before. He never felt the warmth of a mother or the love of a family...only the coldness of chains and the solitude of a demon. They called him evil and a monster...and what could 13 say to them? That they were wrong? That he was normal? No. 13 knew what he was and how others thought of him, and he had no reason to tell them otherwise. They only saw the animal behind the collar...thats all anyone ever saw.

No one ever took the time to see the hurting and broken ten year old that he actually was. No one ever saw his broken eyes and his withering soul. His eyes often seemed dead and his expression was always depressed. 13 held the stuffed animal given to him by Feena. A women who told him children should have toys to play with. 13 didn't know what a toy was but whenever he was sad or hurting inside he often pretended that the toy was someone who understood him...he was showed kindness and he had no idea how to react to it...what to do or how to reply. He was in a way socially stupid...and thats why the other padawans teased him and made fun of him. And in all honestly words hurt him so much more than the whips and blades that had entered his body. Emotionally he was weak...he was pathetic. And defenseless...useless to everyone and targeted by those better than him.

Watching the other children train with training sabers and watched by the instructor 13 sat off in a corner and just held his stuffed animal close to his chest...watching them practice 13 had yet to be called to train. 13 had never used a weapon before...and he was afraid. So he just stayed out of the way. His bandages still covered his mouth and his wolf ears swiveled atop his head like radar dishes. His tails swayed softly behind hIm nervously....

 

[Darron Wraith]

Tython

GrandMaster Darron Wraith had just left his own early morning training session, and 8 Knights were currently cleaning themselves up after the spirited practice. Still wiping sweat off his brow, he flipped through some mission reports near the Permilean. It appeared the military operations were going well, and in stub notes he saw the repairs on the Coruscant temple were progressing. The galaxy was picking itself up from Omni, while preparing itself for the Sith threat that had only paused during the A.I. crisis. Most men would have felt frustration at such a thing, but the galaxy wasn't a friendly place. That's why the leader of the Jedi pushed himself harder than anyone else, and why he expected the same from everyone in the Order. Every member of the Council was working diligently, as were everyone of their Knights. It seemed that emphasis was making its way into the Padawan and Youngling ranks judging by what he was hearing coming from the training rooms.

Reaching out with his senses, he could feel the pure souls working their hearts out. I remember when I was that age, training was everything to me. I wanted to be...well I wanted to be me.

Sliding the holopad into the back of his utility belt, the Jedi adjusted his electrum plated hilts before he calmly strode in the room. The instructor went to pause the lesson, but Darron waved him off. He only wanted to watch, and he noticed the children started to train harder in the presence of their leader. The best warrior in the Order, and the one Jedi most Sith actively tried to avoid. He was nicknamed the Lion of the Jedi for a reason, and his title had been well earned. Many dark threats had been ended by his hand, only as a last defense. Standing in this class, he could see all the hopes and dreams of the children before him, well all except for one. Subject 13 is in here? Why isn't he training. His brow furrowed and he made his way to the boy.

The two meter tall Jedi Master kneeled next to the boy in bandages holding his stuffed animal, and took a soft tone with him.

"Why are you sitting over here alone, and where is Cai? I thought you were going to work on taking your collar off and assimilating with the other kids?" A small smile crossed his handsome face as he looked at the toy. "Is that your friend? What's his name?"

 

[The White Wolf]

13 watched the children practice hitting what 13 thought was an invisible opponent. Honestly he had no idea what they were doing anymore. He was to ignorant, no knowledge of anything but how to kill and obey. Thats all he knew but he wanted to learn more. Problem was he didn't how...he wanted to be like normal kids but his free will was suppressed. He was still a slave in his mind, and he was still a freak to the world. Padawans were so mean to him and 13 just wanted to learn without others watching him. 13 inhaled and caught the scent of the grandmaster and he looked up to see him enter the room. He was tall...13 had only seen him once and that was when he was sitting down. Darron looked over at him and strolled over and 13 just continued to look at the ground. The man kneeled in front of him and asked 13 were his master was and why he was not training. 13 continued to avoid eye contact and started at the floor. His ears lay flat atop his head and he tucked his tail beneath his legs as he replied quietly. "He left me..." 13 said simply. Although he was young and didn't know Cai was on a mission as far as he was concerned he had abandoned him. "I don't think they like me...they threaten to hurt me." He told him, looking at her stuffed animal and blinking. "I dont know...should it have a name?" He asked confused.

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[Darron Wraith]

"No, they do like you I promise. You just came to the order in extraordinary circumstances, and Cai didn't leave you."

The GrandMaster searched his memory quickly and remembered that the Jedi Knight was on Eshan trying to work on the fragile alliance between the Compact and the Republic. He quickly understood that the young child wouldn't understand it, his upbringing until he had joined the temple had been rather harsh. The bandages on his skin, and the collar at his neck were indicators of it. None of the children currently practicing would understand that, even though they had been told what was going on with the boy. The situation could only be explained so well to children, they didn't need to know all the sordid details that were involved in the boy. Children just couldn't understand everything, and the boy before him hadn't been properly socialized. Darron knew that the other younglings weren't being purposefully mean, but 13's perception on the matter probably was a great deal different than theirs.

"Name it whatever you like, it is yours after all. I'll talk to the other Younglings so you don't feel picked on again ok?"

Darron leaned in a little, and offered a hand to the stuffed animal in his hands.

"May I see it, I promise I will give it back."

 

[The White Wolf]

13 frowned when Darron said they did not hate him. 13 looked him in the eye. His slit eyes penetrating his. "Why...are you so nice to me...why am i any different. From a dog to you?" He asked. Looking at his hands he sighed. "The other children...hurt me when we are alone. And they tell me im weak....am i weak?" He asked sadly. A tear streaming from his eye as the glass window began to crack from his power seeping past the collar do to such a horrible emotion. "What...did i do wrong?" He asked looking at the ground again. He asked for his toy and 13 handed it over slowly. "Ill call her...17." He said sadly.


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[Darron Wraith]

"You did nothing wrong child, and you need to understand that."

Blue eyes noticed the window cracking, and his own senses extended around the boy to keep him from damaging anything on accident. The cracks on the window stopped, and he made sure to calm the ripples in the Force. Years of training allowed the GrandMaster to be delicate in resisting the power emanating from 13. The child had much potential, but his beginnings would be quite hard to overcome. Darron only handled the doll delicately in his hands for a few moments as he sent his calm emotions directly to the child, trying to let him feel true peace. His own life experience had been rough, even if he had never been used in sick Force experiments. I guess we all have our own challenges in the roads that lead us here, he thought to himself.

"So why name it 17? Also, I"ll talk to the Younglings again so you aren't picked on. Would that be okay?"

 

[The White Wolf]

13 lowered his head in a slightly tilted fashion and his slitted eyes fell upon the other children. His eyes narrowed and a growl erupted from his chest. "I hear them...i always hear them. The whispers they say...they say I'm nothing more but an animal. A rat used as a test subject....an abomination." His red eye began to almost glow and the calm aura Darron was sending to him was being rejected by his potent raw power. "They say i am evil. Created as a weapon of war everyone called me evil. I never asked for this...i never asked to be shown, how pathetic i am....or how much more...i could become." He said distressed. His breathing became heavy and his chest heaved as his force abilities stopped effecting the world around him and actually began doing physical damage to his fragile being. Blood began to leak from his eyes and veins in his head began to bulge. "I dont want to be evil...i dont want to kill anyone anymore. But the voices tell me i have to." He continued, blood dripping off his cheeks and onto the ground. "I don't have a right to live..." He squeaked. His insides began to burn and he coughed violently. Blood spitting from his mouth and his bandages becoming soaked in red. When his collar was on all the raw power was suppressed inside of him and harmed his physical being. He closed his eyes and rubbed them. Getting blood on his hands as he cried. Miserably