The journey of a thousands miles...is done in a single flash?

[Aiden Zarc]

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A silent flash of light appeared and disappeared suddenly from a nearby alleyway. Who knows if anyone saw it? Aiden looked up. He was in another city. He stood up and walked slowly out onto the street. This city wasn't broken. It wasn't trashed. There were people, just as he had hoped...Just as he had pictured. He walked down the street. He was tired and his stomach started to audibly rumble quietly. He needed to find something to eat before he found somewhere to sleep.

 

[Disciple]

They say the galaxy moved in mysterious ways. Planets were obliterated when their stars went supernova, the galaxy none the wiser to their demise. In other places, new life was sown as life found a way to survive amid the most hostile of conditions. Where there was a will, there was a way. Until, of course, death came to collect its toll. Two credits, one for each eye. That was the toll.

It would see you through to the Netherworld, and that was good enough for Disciple.

In an empty alleyway, just vacated by a small child playing with powers beyond his ken, a hoarse voice would echo from brick walls. It was ancient, powerful, but fleeting, like the fetid stench of a freshly opened tomb gusting out on the shifts of the air. "He sees you when you're sleeping, and when the daylight wanes..." A figure appeared, hazy and indistinct. The echo of something long lost and yet just within reach.

An impression half-seen out of the corner of an eye, little else.

"The others, they're done screaming now. The sanguine river wanes."

The clack of a cane impacting stone came next, moving ever closer to the alley's mouth, following after something it didn't know... but understood. "That soft, soft voice is nearer now..." A grin formed upon diseased, rotted flesh, the figure solidfying before the eyes of an utterly baffled and somewhat terrified onlooking. That terror became stronger the more the figure took life, until the cold grip of inaction settled upon the heart suddenly stilled in his chest.

He collapsed, dead of an apparent heart attack. "All you can do is pray." Disciple says, setting a palm atop the man's brow as if to check for a fever. He frowned; a child with a broken toy. "So close your eyes... and make a wish, upon this dying day." That palm slid down, closing the man's eyes for his final slumber, and then Disciple stepped out into daylight for the first time in what felt like millenia, on the trail of [member="Aiden Zarc"], although the galaxy hadn't informed him of such as of yet.

"Oh, but I do wish they'd show me to the parlour..." Wetting his lips, he scanned the crowds.

Why was he here....?

Who had called upon him this time?

There would be blood.

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Aiden continued walking down the street. The idea of food was on his mind. He passed by very few people who didn't bother to look down at some kid. A bakery soon came up on his right. He looked at it and he started searching his pockets. Left pocket: lint. Right pocket: a medical ident bracelet and two credits. He held the two credits in his left hand and looked down at the bracelet in his right hand. It had markings on it that he didn't understand, but in bold and centered was a name, "Aiden Zarc". He lost interest, but then noticed the markings on his arm. They were black, thin, straight lines that would occasionally lead to a circle and then continue up his arm. He touched the circle and a familiar pang coursed through his arm and up into his head.

Needles!

It was the memory of pain. He didn't like that, so he stopped looking at his arm and looked up at the window. Glancing at the two credits in his hand, he then walked inside. Inside, a large man was sweeping the floors. He spoke before looking up.

"We're about to close! Come back---" the baker looked up to see Aiden's solemn face and the two credits that he held up in the air. The man put aside the broom and walked behind the register. Leaning against the counter, he picked up Aiden's two credits and said, "I guess you're lookin' for food?" Aiden opened his mouth to reply, but his stomach growled loudly in hunger. He closed his mouth and nodded his head. The baker, looking sadly down at the credits, felt compassion. He put the credits in the register and said, "Hold on". He left and soon came back with a large loaf of whole grain bread. "Here ya' go, kid. Say hi to the folks, for me." "Ah, man. I hope the kid HAS folks..." Thought the baker.

"Thank you" whispered Aiden. Aiden left the counter, walked outside, and made his way to the nearest alleyway. He sat down on a dusty, old mattress that someone had left lying around and started to eat the bread.


[member="Disciple"]

 

[Aiden Zarc]

Once Aiden had eaten half of the bread, he felt full enough that he decided to save the rest of the bread for the morning. It was evening, and the sun was painting the city golden before it went down. Aiden clutched the bread to his chest as he tried to fall asleep on the mattress.

[member="Disciple"]

 

[Disciple]

Have a bit more patience before posting again. It's barely been a day >.> ]

[member="Aiden Zarc"]

Disciple didn't even really need to leave the hole he found himself in, as a boy trod in with bread in hand. Disciple had wrapped himself in the Force, keeping him from view - the body was still at the opposite lip, a medical crew looking over him and no doubt pronouncing him dead. The delicious sensation of feeling his soul slip from his body upon his passing had done little to sate the rampant sociopathic tendencies deeply embedded in the decrepit, ancient Sith.

Sitting himself down on the mattress and dropping his cloak to appear next to the boy, Disciple Pulled his legs up towards his chest and rested his cane in his lap. "You aren't supposed to be here, boy." He says harshly. "Why do you even exist." He says, as if talking to himself now.

"No, no, this makes no sense. You make no sense. The galaxy is quite angry at me. You aren't my fault. Stupid galaxy should know when to shut its karkhole."

Eyes milky with blindness settled on the boy as if he could still see, and the remains of a gas mask embedded in the rotted skin made a wheezing noise as air cycled through the filters. "Wake up, child. Get going. Find a home. Find someone to teach you the Force. You aren't going to get anywhere sitting here eating bread."

 

[Aiden Zarc]

(OOC: Sorry)

Aiden had been nodding off to sleep when he heard a spooky voice.

"You aren't supposed to be here, boy."

Aiden let out a surprised yelp and stared quietly in horror at the scary man...thing. As the man spoke, Aiden took in the gruesome features. His breathing quickened as dread and terror filled his mind. Before the pressure could mount to a lethal level, he felt a warm alleviation fill his mind. It felt like the terror was being melted away, slowly, back down to a more tolerable level. He didn't notice the ambient light of the alley grow darker as the sun went down, for his eyes started to softly glow yellow. (a side effect of The Force/his body trying to preserve itself).

Aiden, of course, was unaware of what was going on. He was still scared witless, so after the mysterious, grotesque man finished talking, he scrambled to his feet and bolted. Clutching the bread to himself like a lifeline, he wanted to get out of that place as quickly as possible. He accidentally teleported because of his thoughts and the slight amount of energy he had from the bread and the adrenaline. In two silent flashes of white light, he ended up running into a garbage dumpster two feet away.

With a cry of pain, Aiden hit his left side and fell down onto his back. He tried to get up as fast as he could (which was somewhat slow) and he started to limp/run away. He was much too slow to be able to give anyone a run for their money, but he was quite focused on getting away from the boogie man.

[member="Disciple"]