Waiting for the prey

[Oria]

When people say that Coruscant is a dangerous place to be they don’t talk about planet itself, but about the city into which planet has been transformed. Not many are really sure how that large planet actually became city, but one is for sure it is one very, very big city. People can easily get lost both mentally and psychically, in the city of Coruscant for even for those whom grew up in the city surprises are possible. After all even if you are used to kidnapping, common fist fights, yelling, if you are almost bored to see a Jedi, to hear the laser shooting, or just to be a witness of a burglary there are things that will amaze you for the Coruscant knows its dwellers better then they know themselves. In its sewers, dark alleys, on the main streets or in half-destroyed bars which are filled with shifty eyes people try to hide with no real success, for the planet is there, among them, in their hearts, in their souls, in there darkest hours. The Coruscant lives in its every citizen, because without them it would be just one empty, huge and rather dark city… Not many are aware of though, they aren’t really interested either, but even they can feel that deep connection with the streets which cover whole planet. One citizen like that was walking through the streets that day, hidden under its heavy hood and long coat keeping its body from the eyes of people in the street. This citizen was aware of its connection with the city, but it was also aware of how hard it wanted to destroy that connection once and for all.

Once a green eyes looked under the edge of the hood toward the sign in the street, yellow wrapped iris, with red which surrounded it like raging storm and all bather in the orange of rage read slowly the name of bar. Just for the moment someone could see the light contours of the face which was bestowed with such raging eyes, face of a hurt child; face of a woman whom has seen and felt too much and too many times. Her face was but an iron mask which looked like it sucked rage out of the mask just to become stronger. The hood went down and face retreated itself to its hiding place, in the welcoming darkness of its mastering soul. Oria felt rage building up in her mind like a thunder storm, she could feel the anticipation of her fingers as they danced in her sleeve, the need, the feeling, it was something she wanted to repeat. She was at the place, she knew exactly what to do, her body was almost pushing her toward that, aggression welcoming her in its warm hands. That was only safe place for her, only where she could feel like human again, when she knew that those whom were guilty for what they did to her were suffering and dying slowly, their mind braking and their bodies painfully twitching.

She finally entered the bar and like a ghost passed between gathered people, her coat going after her like a strange shadow. \under her hood she watched gathered customers and felt sting of rage as she noticed that her victim wasn’t there. He still didn’t arrive and that fact made the heart in her chest beat faster, the need was getting stronger and the waiting was just making it grow. She tried to take a deep breathe, but in bar named ‘Smoker’s sanctuary’ there was little air that she could actually breathe in. Oria set on one of the free chairs beside the bar and ordered herself a drink. She knew she had to wait and just like any good hunter she will wait for the prey to come to her, there was no need in rushing anything. He will come and she will enjoy in spilling her rage to become his torment.

[Antonus]

Antonus held his gaze toward the moon lit sky. It never ceased to amaze him how tons of stars could make the sky look so beautiful. The wind gave off a nice cool breeze that soothed him quite a bit. Night life on the planet appeared to be lively as the night creatures began their regular runs.

Dantooine was a peaceful planet not much action happening even under Sith control. All Antonus wanted was to clear his mind of all things that has happened to him. He lay almost lifeless on the ground thinking about how peaceful it felt to just lay there without a worry.

He left Anette in the ship not wanting to disturb her sleep. She usually would talk to him about the galaxy and he should rule it. He really didn't want to rule the galaxy all he wanted was to be a Jedi, but he was refused when he was younger. Then he had a chance to become a Jedi when Elriq found him, but his master abandoned him. Maybe it was his ignorance toward his student or maybe he just wasnt a good master.

Antonus wondered how it would be to be a Jedi knight. The concept was cool to him, but Anette always brought about anger in him. He always felt angry when she was around and his judgment about certain things changed. It was strange that he was more cynical when Anette was around, but he loved her he couldn't just get rid of her. She was the only one to ever understand his pain, hate, and sorrow.

What is my purpose? what am I supposed to do? Is there a reason to my misery? These question always ravaged his mind sooner or later. Even when he was trying to get a little peace and quiet. The fact still remained that he was young and he had the entire galaxy ahead of him.

The sounds of the hustle and bustle of the city brought Antonus back to reality. He wasn't anywhere near Dantooine. His day dreams and reality often intertwined sometimes he wondered why it never happened when he was young. Was he going Insane? it was quite possible he was losing his mind being put it a stressful environment when he was young took a toll on him.

Anette was sleeping like usual. She usually never was wake when he was walking around. It was strange how she'd only be awake when it was a major decision that would affect his life significantly. Maybe she was the one driving him crazy, but what ever it was Antonus could do nothing about it now.

There was one thing that could defeat Anette and that thing was love from another human being. If another where to grab hold of Antonus's heart he'd be free of her grasp. Antonus didn't know this, and Anette kept that fact hidden away in her dark mind.

Coruscant was a place known for all sorts of things. Business, Drinking, Crime, politics, you name it they had it. Walking past a cantina Antonus felt a presence coming from within. He took a glance at the sign over head. 'Smoker’s sanctuary' it said. What an odd name for a cantina he thought to himself.

Curious he decided to take a look inside and check out the scene. Hopefully it wasn't like that ruffian cantina he was in on Mandalore which had fights every five seconds. No this cantina was more calm and the glaring faces didn't seem to matter much. Everyone here seemed to be in there own business or watching the game on the plasma screens above the bar. Antonus took a seat in an empty chair in the far right corner of the room. He could feel it even more then before it was radiating like sun rays breaking through a o-zone layer.

Antonus always gave off a mysterious look with his long black cloak, and usually his hood overshadowing his face. But he found it creepy when there was a group of them together in a room, especially at a cantina. But he ignored the group in the upper left corner of the room and focused on everyone else hoping he'd see something interesting.

[Oria]

Nothing was changing and that was slowly dragooning her toward the edge of the patience she possessed for more people came in the bar more her dissatisfaction grew. It was the feeling of knowing he should be there, the knowledge that she obtained by watching this place for days, and now he wasn’t here. Oria felt almost betrayed, like someone was playing a wicked game with her and that was unacceptable, or better to say not allowed to happen when it came to her. If she could be there, sitting all alone, awaiting and being so calm, so nice, so not dangerous for those around her, then he should have had as much manners and come to die that day. Her long nails danced over the bar as she watched the crowd whom was more interested in observing the plasma screen then anything else, with that same shaky from nervous hand she picked up her glass and poured the drink down her throat. It had around the same amount of alcohol in it as Oria would feel to be enough in order for her mind to settle down for a bit, that was the only way she knew how to clam down her mind in its strange need for aggression.

She took off the hood from her face and made herself comfortable on the chair, her beautiful brown hair pilling over the rough material, her face seemed more or less troubled, for inside of her mind she was fighting a losing battle and more she fought the more it hurt her. Ever since she killed her master most of her mind was enveloped in strange aggressive state and usually she was more then willing to just let go of the all self control she could master and let it rule her body. The things that happened during that time stayed engraved in her memory like torturing wheel on fire that burned her consciousness and accused her for the crimes she wished to commit over and over again. She knew that what she was doing was wrong, that it was something others would accuse to be inhuman, but at same time she knew that others didn’t accuse those whom hurt her in the past. Their crimes against her were worse, they were there inside her mind, feasting on her weaknesses and remembering her how unable she was to defend and rescue herself back then. That is why she wanted them to pay! That is why she was rather giving in to rage then trying to control it! It was so much easier to just let go and for just few minutes be free of all the pain and memories of what she had to put up with.

Oria shook her head and picked her drink from the bar, her calm and tortured green eyes looking around and almost pleading for that person to be there. She was still on the edge, still so near complete rage and yet still she was able to keep herself away from it. If that person wasn’t to walk in…. And then her eyes saw him, she saw him sitting with his ‘friends’ and playing cards. She saw him laughing happily and trying, like always, to cheat by making the slave on the floor hid the cards. His ‘friends’ were quite aware of that and they chuckled as her hit the girl for not being quick enough, it was their form of fun. Oria remembered having beaten up pretty badly the first time it happened, mostly because he was more drunk then usual, and on the other hand because he lost even more money then usual so the beating continued even after they left the bar.

As memories flooded Oria’s mind like a thunderstorm she came up toward her prey in the same manner. The man looked at her for a moment, noticing her just as much as she needed him to notice her and her hand raised, her fingers showing toward him. There was only one thing Oria has learned to do so far, only one feat she was able to accomplish while her raging mind was in charge. In her eye you could seethe shocked face of the man as lightning suddenly appeared and hit him so hard that he flew from the chair right into the wall. Most of people were too shocked to do anything, but Oria was no better her self. The lightning disappeared and she was left standing in the room filled with armed people whom were in shock watching her and the dead body on the floor. He was the last one she wanted to die, the last one of them and now she was left standing there without any real plan of what to do, apart from knowing she was to run away. Yes, running was smart especially that his friends were coming back to themselves from shock. Oria turned toward the door in order to run away, that was the only thing she could do in order to survive that day.

[Antonus]

Shifting his eyes toward the plasma screen that appeared to be showing a news report of the recent game that was just played. Apparently the Mandalore united slaughtered the republic guard in a football match 7-0. The highlights showed the winning team dominating it's opponents easily. Everyone at the bar began talking about it, some even cursed the game. Antonus never truly understood the game entirely, but he knew enough to understand the concept. He returned his eyes to viewing the entire cantina.

He could really feel the anger in the bar instantly feeling the emotions of a certain individual. She wasn't the only force user in the bar there were others sitting around the cantina. The ones in the black cult outfits...could they be?questioning himself. One thing that boggled his mind was how no one at the bar noticed these men sitting in the back corner of the room watching them like hunters. Then something unexpected happened. Antonus watched a girl from the bar walk toward a guy and his friends who were playing the friendly game of pazaak. He watched as she raised her hand, and lightning struck her victim sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Of course the man would be killed after that performance.

The Girl only had one flaw in her strategy watching her run from the situation. The witnesses went free while she made her escape, but that would be the least of her worries. The men sitting in the right corner of the room took notice, one of their members stood up pointing at what had happened. Antonus saw this he couldn't let the girl get killed he was quite fond of her actually. If she killed that man at pazaak table he must have done something wrong to her. Thats one thing Antonus learned over the past year. Never cross a voluptuous female. he immediately rose from his chair to follow the girl.

[Oria]

Oria found herself on the street filled with people, her heart strangely calm as she looked around herself to see if anyone was following, yet her mind racing with her body in what she was to do. Coruscant was her home and she knew these streets better then most of people did, so anyone whom wasn’t so familiar with the city wouldn’t be able to follow her, but those whom were like her represented the real threat. She needed to get away form the main streets and slip into smaller ones, there no one really took a good look at you no matter how much money you would bring to them, after all those people were aware that as easily as that money could it usually was the reason for them to quickly lose their life. She hooded herself, in order to hide her face from the people as well as the eyes whom were only real witness of what she has done. The rage was slowly wearing off as her own shock started taking over the mind, the memory of the body slamming itself against the nearest wall thanks to the strength of the lightning, it was at least to say stunning. She was able to do that? Where was the time when she could only let out small jolt of electricity that caused the body parts to be paralyzed for few minutes? When did she get strong enough to let out such lightning? The questions were arising in her head like sunflowers in the morning, each bringing a new one and putting the problem in front of her as plain as it was. She was a killer, a dangerous one by that, and even though she wasn’t really aware of what she was able to do it was obvious that she could deal quite a deadly blow to anyone. That fact scared her more then death itself.

Oria slipped into a side street, passed couple of dead ends until finally turning into another rather dark alley. It was important to lose her in those; if she didn’t lose herself then those people from the bar could track her easily. As long as she kept her mind in the back and just followed her instincts Oria was certain nothing bad would happen, because somehow it never did. When she was lost in the city she would just start wandering aimlessly and in the end she would find herself right in front of her home. Yes, that was the best way of getting out of the trouble, no one could actually predict neither where she was going nor which route she was to take, and hence they couldn’t suddenly appear in front of her and catch her. There was a flaw in Oria’s plan, and a huge one by that. The flaw was very simple one and unfortunately she wasn’t truly aware of it, because if she was she would probably take some different actions and reaction. Of course if she wasn’t acting solely on her instinct than she would probably plan ahead. She didn’t see people following her, nor was she aware that those people weren’t one of those whom would start shooting at you suddenly. No, those were people whom were more interested in jumping on you in darkest ally of all and making sure that you are not to make even a sound while they finish their job.

Luckily for Oria she had one of those stupid and rather annoying feelings of somebody following her around, you have to get one of those when you live in place like Coruscant, but with her that feeling was dull and she mostly ignored it. Why she didn’t ignore it this time or better to say why she turned around to see if there was anyone there, she couldn’t answer, but she was damn blessed that she did. Oria found herself facing a tall person in black cultist robe whose hands were slowly but certainly coming toward her. She couldn’t see under his hood so she couldn’t say whom or what he was, but she was certain he was male, no female had hands like those. Her blood boiled and at same time became ice, the fear struck her as her own lightning stuck her victims, but at same time the anger of being followed and attacked was raging inside of her. The hand touched her body and then fall down on the street spraying the blood over near walls. She moved away form the tall figure and in her hands shone two metallic blades, the left one was presented with thin red line over it. Figure caught the place where limb was cut of and held it in pain, the hood falling off his face and revealing the completely white eyes which watched Oria with pure hatred. Now she was definitely in problem.

[Antonus]

The crowds of coruscant always annoyed him even when he was a child. His mother would usually take him to the cantina and there he'd meet the owner. Back then his life seemed so innocent and worry free what ever happened to those days? would they be gone forever? When did everything everything he knew get so bad, and the answer would be "Him" the one to take everything he ever knew away. His father was the man responsible for everything he had gone threw and he wish he could make him pay for what he had done. She seemed to disappear into the large crowd that suddenly formed on streets, which often happened. It was vital that he found her before the cult did or else she'd be a goner hopefully he still had time. Reaching out through the force he would search for her using a technique Cainan showed him.

Antonus closed his eyes and let the world of of the lively city recreate in his mind. He pushed forward through the crowds searching for the girl, and there she was running through the alleyways. A place he knew well from when he was a child. He began to run toward the smaller streets that broke away from the main streets of coruscant. he took two rights then a left it seemed like he was taking the scenic route, but he did in fact take a different path hoping to intercept the rest of the cult members. Just as he anticipated there they were coming in bulk to find the girl. He jumped to an adjacent wall facing toward the alleyway letting his feet kick off, then using the force to propel himself further then humanly possible, but the force made it possible from him to land approximately 3 feet in front of the girl.

Rising to his feet and turning around he drew his lightsaber twirling it around twice. "Excuse me Gentlemen but it's not nice to corner a lady," The man clutching his wound backed away significantly pointing to Antonus and mumbling something to the others. He continued backing up while his pupils walked forward drawing their lightsabers. This was going to be an interesting day. "you guys awoke Anette..."