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May. 26th, 2006 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stuck_mynockA safety razor clattered across the floor, landing neatly by Atton’s feet.
“You want me ...” Atton asked, smiling wryly. “To shave? Wouldn’t reckon you’d be concerned about my appearance.”
“I want you to eat, too,” The Dark Jedi replied, laying a tray on the table. “I would like to keep you in the best condition possible. It simply would not do for my reputation as a host.”
“Really, your reputation as a host went down the drain at about the same time you started kidnapping people.”
“So ungrateful, Atton. I am giving you the best treatment of any of my guests. The man next door, the former owner of this house, is not having nearly so much special treatment as you.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing to him?”
“Let’s just say he’ll never look at a vibroblade the same way again,” The Dark Jedi tilted his head slightly, mulling this over. “Or look at a vibroblade at all. I think I stabbed out both his eyes.”
“You think?”
“Atton, I can’t be expected to keep track of what all my guests are doing. Now, shave and eat. Eat and shave. The order is irrelevant, really.” He turned to leave.
“This isn’t going to work, y’know.” Atton called after him. The Dark Jedi stopped and turned slightly, frowning.
“The razor? Did I break it?”
“Not the razor. This. You’ll go through my head and you’re not goin’ to find anything about how to get into Milliways, because I don’t know.”
“Then why not simply open your mind to me? It’s a simple enough thing. I go through your head and when I’m done, you can go free.”
“See, that’s not going to happen either.”
“Which is of no consequence to me. It only lengthens your stay here. Tell me: Shall we go through your memories with ... what’s his name ... Gavin in, tomorrow? I imagine they’d be interesting for both of us.” The Dark Jedi smiled serenely.
“You’re sick, y’know that? Completely twisted.”
“How ironic that it should be you of all people who tells me that.” He turned away.
Atton snorted, picking up the razor with one hand and tossing it at his back.
“No wonder you failed your training,” He laughed, standing up. “You just back down whenever you can. Run away and hide.”
“What a completely ridiculous thing to say,” The Dark Jedi said softly, turning around. “Every single time we have met before, you have fled from me. If it weren’t for your unfair advantage, you would undoubtedly be in pieces. You can, if you like, still be in pieces. And will, if you continue to irritate me.”
“I’m terrified. Really. You’re awfully good at threatening restrained prisoners, aren’t you?”
The Dark Jedi shrugged faintly.
“I’m very good at going through with my threats. Even when my guests aren’t restrained,” He waved a hand, the stun cuffs clicking open. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out Atton’s lightsaber, throwing it into the far corner of the room and igniting his own, throwing a red light over his face. “If you like, you can still remain intact. Back down.”
Atton’s eyes flicked over to his lightsaber, and back to the Dark Jedi, standing as still as a statue. Putting out his hand, Atton called the lightsaber off the floor and towards his hand.
Red light flashed past his eyes and a burning pain shot through his hand. His lightsaber clattered to the floor again.
Atton stared at his hand, through a haze rapidly forming in front of his eyes. It had four fingers, including the thumb. The ring finger of his left hand lay on the floor, cut from his hand.
”Kriff.”
The stun cuffs clicked back into place. The Dark Jedi bent down and picked up Atton’s lightsaber. Atton barely noticed. He just stared at his hand and at the floor where his finger lay.
“You might want to shave with the other hand.” The Dark Jedi murmured, turning and leaving.
When his footsteps couldn’t be heard anymore, Atton tried the door.
It didn’t open.
“You want me ...” Atton asked, smiling wryly. “To shave? Wouldn’t reckon you’d be concerned about my appearance.”
“I want you to eat, too,” The Dark Jedi replied, laying a tray on the table. “I would like to keep you in the best condition possible. It simply would not do for my reputation as a host.”
“Really, your reputation as a host went down the drain at about the same time you started kidnapping people.”
“So ungrateful, Atton. I am giving you the best treatment of any of my guests. The man next door, the former owner of this house, is not having nearly so much special treatment as you.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re doing to him?”
“Let’s just say he’ll never look at a vibroblade the same way again,” The Dark Jedi tilted his head slightly, mulling this over. “Or look at a vibroblade at all. I think I stabbed out both his eyes.”
“You think?”
“Atton, I can’t be expected to keep track of what all my guests are doing. Now, shave and eat. Eat and shave. The order is irrelevant, really.” He turned to leave.
“This isn’t going to work, y’know.” Atton called after him. The Dark Jedi stopped and turned slightly, frowning.
“The razor? Did I break it?”
“Not the razor. This. You’ll go through my head and you’re not goin’ to find anything about how to get into Milliways, because I don’t know.”
“Then why not simply open your mind to me? It’s a simple enough thing. I go through your head and when I’m done, you can go free.”
“See, that’s not going to happen either.”
“Which is of no consequence to me. It only lengthens your stay here. Tell me: Shall we go through your memories with ... what’s his name ... Gavin in, tomorrow? I imagine they’d be interesting for both of us.” The Dark Jedi smiled serenely.
“You’re sick, y’know that? Completely twisted.”
“How ironic that it should be you of all people who tells me that.” He turned away.
Atton snorted, picking up the razor with one hand and tossing it at his back.
“No wonder you failed your training,” He laughed, standing up. “You just back down whenever you can. Run away and hide.”
“What a completely ridiculous thing to say,” The Dark Jedi said softly, turning around. “Every single time we have met before, you have fled from me. If it weren’t for your unfair advantage, you would undoubtedly be in pieces. You can, if you like, still be in pieces. And will, if you continue to irritate me.”
“I’m terrified. Really. You’re awfully good at threatening restrained prisoners, aren’t you?”
The Dark Jedi shrugged faintly.
“I’m very good at going through with my threats. Even when my guests aren’t restrained,” He waved a hand, the stun cuffs clicking open. Reaching into his robes, he pulled out Atton’s lightsaber, throwing it into the far corner of the room and igniting his own, throwing a red light over his face. “If you like, you can still remain intact. Back down.”
Atton’s eyes flicked over to his lightsaber, and back to the Dark Jedi, standing as still as a statue. Putting out his hand, Atton called the lightsaber off the floor and towards his hand.
Red light flashed past his eyes and a burning pain shot through his hand. His lightsaber clattered to the floor again.
Atton stared at his hand, through a haze rapidly forming in front of his eyes. It had four fingers, including the thumb. The ring finger of his left hand lay on the floor, cut from his hand.
”Kriff.”
The stun cuffs clicked back into place. The Dark Jedi bent down and picked up Atton’s lightsaber. Atton barely noticed. He just stared at his hand and at the floor where his finger lay.
“You might want to shave with the other hand.” The Dark Jedi murmured, turning and leaving.
When his footsteps couldn’t be heard anymore, Atton tried the door.
It didn’t open.
