From beyond the veil

[He who walks behind]

[member="William Seraven"]

Dreams. What are dreams? The collective memories and experiences of people played within our minds when we lay our heads down to rest. Dreams can bring us the fondest memories and warmest of loves. They can haunt us as well, chase us and cause us to live in fear of our failures and short comings in life. But more importantly, dreams are a portal. A link to what lay beyond the grasp of our understanding. Through the force dreams become a way to receive visits from old friends long past, or harrowing visions of the future. This was to be the latter however. A vision of what could come to pass

On the surface of an urban sprawl there lay a teenager, nestled between blankets near a power generator to keep warm. In all accounts this child was a nobody, a faceless drifter perhaps that no one would care about if he died tonight. The moon rose high above and the light cast down bellow upon the boy. He slept, and with sleep come dreams.

William awoke to the movement of his feet underneath him, sprinting at full blast a young street urchin ran next to William, it was a normal day like any other for the young man. Hustling on the streets, adventuring where he pleased and doing what he wanted in the now. A pleasant way to live life really. The young boy with fair features patted William on the back and smiled at him as they both ran. "Going to have to run faster Will! Cops are gaining on us!" With a laugh the young boy peered back to see a speeder flashing bright red and blue lights chasing the duo. In the hand of the young boy he held a purse, more than likely stolen

 

[William Seraven]

Run, always keep running. I had learned that in my first months in my more dangerous life. But then.. what was I running from? I didn't remember doing anything last night. Hell, I had actually gotten a nice donation (as in something that was actually legitimate) from a gentleman which allowed me to buy some legal bread. So that All I remember was sleeping... and now I was running. The slap on my shoulder took my attention and I looked over at the kid, the purse being caught by my golden eyes. "Got it. Keep going, but who did you take that from and what do I have to do with any of this?" I was a zorren. Sprinting off would be easy. The kid would be left in the dust and I'd never have to see him again. But that's not my style. If I'm leaving you behind, I want to know why.

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[He who walks behind]

[member="William Seraven"]

"Does it matter?! We got the cash! We can eat today!" The young popper smiled back at William his eyes gleaming with youth and brashness. Oh to be young and survive on the streets, it was a life few dared to brave. "Here, around the corner let's go!" Turning the corner into a alleyway the two men found themselves closed off at a dead end. This was not good, the speeder following behind them closed the pair off and soon after they were trapped. "Dammit! This isn't right, this isn't how it's supposed to be! This alley goes on!" The young boy hit his head on the brick of a building saying dammit in sequence with every hit on the rough duracrete. "Dammit, dammit, dammit." The boy spouted before turning around to face the police.

"William, take this." Slowly slipping a blaster to the young boy he walked forward to greet the cops in the alleyway that had them cornered. "Officers, there's been a simple misunderstanding you see-" the boy was promptly cut off after being slugged in the mouth by one of the two officers whom stepped out of the patrol car. Promptly drawing their shock sticks the two men began to savagely beat the boy. One looked up to spot William "I'm sick of you street scum ruining our city. It's time you payed the price." With a sick smile the officer stepped forward the sound of bones breaking and flesh cooking waffed through the air of the alley as the young boy beneath the officer was being beaten savagely

 

[William Seraven]

The blaster entered my palm and I looked up. Wait, that's not right. I was a thief, not a murderer. These are officers just doing their job. There's no way I can possibly kill them. It went against all Zorrren ways. I was to help keep the peace I was to protect life I was t- the sound of the first hit shook me out of my confusion. I was to defend those around me... "Bad move." The pistol dropped to the duracreet and my golden eyes locked on the nearest one, a growl rumbling in my throat. "A very bad move." His arm rose into the air, baton in hand. The aim was cear. Take me out with a simple swing. As it came down, my clawed hand shot out, catching his forearm in an iron grip. "Trash cop." I respected officers of the peace... but these were not them. These were simply officers. Nothing more.

I was a street rat when this happened. But I hadn't always been like that. I came from a proud family, a family dedicated o helping others through donations, shelter, and yes even combat. Years of zorren training and generations of breeding released itself in a rage filled attack as my other hand formed a fist and hurtled into the officers stomach. As his body hit the ground, I wasn't sure if he would live and I didn't care. They had crossed the wrong kid. "NOW GET AWAY FROM HIM!" They reached for their guns. Too late. My feet had sprung off of the ground under me, launching my body onto the wall of the alley from where I launched myself towards the ground, one clawed hand slashing across a face while the other slammed his friend's head into the ground. I didn't need a gun. I was literally born for this. My every instinct told me what to do. "Kid get up!" My tail lashed out across some man's eyes to blind him and I swept a dropped stun baton into the neck of the other. "NOW!"

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[He who walks behind]

The two officers backed up beaten and battered by the attacks managed to back away after being destroyed in combat. With a wounded pride they looked at the young boy "Yurr sho dead shid" he yelled forth clearly with a broken nose by the slurring of his words. The two men drew their ankle pistols and aimed them at William. The boy on the ground simply lay there silent and not moving an inch. "Prepare to die street rat." The two officers leveled their pistols in a sick smile, but then the boy raised his hand and a field of energy could be sensed through the air. The officers began to cough, not just your I have a cold cough that cleared phlem from your throat cough. But violent rampant coughing that caused them to drop their weapons and hold on to their chests where their hearts lay. "What's happening!?" One of the guards screamed loudly in pain, hot tears of blood running down the sides of his eyes. Giggles came from the boy bellow, dark evil giggles of sheer delight and twisted joy. "You should of killed them William." The boy began to rise slowly and stand between the two suffering men. But something was different about him, his eyes. Once deep shades of blue they were now filled black. Completely black.

"Thou art not pure of heart." With a sick smile spread across the face of the boy he held up a single palm facing the sky. "Fear not child, I shalt do it for thou." With a clench of a fist the two men's rib cages simply exploded. Torrents of blood and bile poured forth and out from their chest cavities a dark fog crept forward lowering itself to the floor, following in suit a blackened and rusted blade flew from one of the officers chest and was soon after gripped by a figure that was no longer a young boy. A large hooded shade stared down at the boy in almost a disappointed manner. The aura it gave off was as cold and depressing as the loneliest nights the boy had ever endured.

 

[William Seraven]

I prepared myself to jump, my claws extended to tear the guns from their grips. But just before I could watch them pull the trigger, the kid rose. And suddenly, things went REALLY weird. He spoke to me as if I were some sort of sith. Then, he blew up the cops. Ok, so I'd seen some freaky things as a street rat. I've seen a hundred zeltros run down a street after half naked men. I've seen a weird alien dude with two heads, and I've played sabaacc with a transvestite trandoshan. But seeing those guys explode.... It blew my mind (pardon the expression). As the man looked at me, my blood ran cold and suddenly my instincts changed. I wasn't to protect him. I was to stop him. "Who are you."

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[He who walks behind]

[member="William Seraven"]

"I am he who serves the Unmaker, the destroyer of galaxies and master of darkness. And he has looked upon thee child." The shade hissed and whispered to the young man. The shade glided forward, not walked but quite literally glided to William stopping only a few feet from his face. The massive six foot plus shade looked down at the boy without expression or care whatsoever in his demeanor. "Do not fear me child, I hath come to show you what shall come." Gliding forward past the boy the shade moved forward hands tucked into the arms of his robe.

The scene then changed, everything went pitch black. Like the absence of color black, "Follow me child." Lifting it's hand in the air everything began to stir slightly as the void began to pulsate with ripples through the black. As if someone had thrown a rock into a pond. Lifting it's finger the shade pointed down at its side silently directing the William to stand next to him.

 

[William Seraven]

A low growl went through my throat. Every single word only increase my dislike for the spook. "And why should I follow you." If he thought I was just gonna follow a murderer, he was about as bright as that cloak he was wearing. "Not like you've shown yourself to be a very nice person." As I spoke, my hand drifted towards my thigh where I kept my emergency pistol. If he got violent, I intended to see what I could do with a couple of shots.

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[He who walks behind]

[member="William Seraven"]

"Your weapon shalt not serve you well child." The shade stood there unmoving, perfectly still it lay in wait for the boy. However pain was always a marvelous motivator. This may of been his dream, but the boy was far from in control. Lifting it's hand once more the pulsation of the void became more and more violent all around them but soon he would feel something a bit more painful. Reaching out with the force the shade attempted to put the same pressure upon the chest of the boy that he did the two projections of his subconscious.

"Come hither now!" The shade whispered fiercely as it began to clench down on his fist spewing more of his own will into the force attack he summoned forth at the child. He was not to be kept waiting and whoever this child thought he was, it mattered not to him.

 

[William Seraven]

Not serve me well? Only know that when I tr- Son of a kathhound that hurt! I staggered at the pressure and my vision started to become a bit hazy as I proceeded to cough. Oh, that's right. He made a couple of guys explode. That's why I should follow him. "Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming! Just let me go!" He'd proved his point but I couldn't very well walk if I couldn't even think.