Run.
She does.
Run, run, as fast as you can.
Off you go O don’t look back.
Ohoho! Can’t catch Cheriss.
Onono. Can’t give her a kiss...
Not yet. Maybe later, however. Maybe. Who knows these things?
Kayden did. Kayden didn’t. I am that is... Kayden no longer exists.
Maybe. Maybe not. In the...
Whore. It rhymes with war.
War. War. It rhymes with gore.
Gore. Gore. It rhymes with more.
More. More. It rhymes with whore.
“I simply think this galaxy needs a better class of darkness. Darksider? Whatever.”
Darkness…yes…you are the one…only you…the one I love…the one I will…kiss…...
There he is. There it is. Yes. Yet again.
He knows what he is. HE ISN'T A FISH.
He has a corporeal form beneath skin.
Even if his current outfit lets him swim.
She hopes he'll get out of here soon.
Yet poor Cheriss doesn't know truth.
How can a fish swim without water?
Where do souls go after a...
Time. How is it defined? What is the science behind it? A concept. Proven. Is it endless? Is it infinite?
Light. A fading light. Dying. Naked. It hides. Behind the eyes. Like life. What is this? Tell me what this is.
He isn’t like her. He isn’t like most. He can’t teach her. Can’t show her. What...
The whiskey was rich. He savored the taste of it. Flavor profile was complex. Nuanced. Different.
This really wasn’t cheap by any means. A sweet burn. Caramel. Spiced. Hints of vanilla. Smooth.
He licked his lips. Though that was last moment. Seconds ticked. Forget the drink. They kissed.
Her...
Silence. There was a reason behind the madness. An unspoken agreement of why he needed it.
Silence. That was the name of his ship. Ironic. Most who were in it never spoke to him. But pleaded.
They didn’t need to speak if they had no tongues to speak with. Though they didn’t have much choice.
Yet...
Hey. Kay. Can you hear me?
Sometimes he isn’t listening.
I can hear you. How are you?
Yet right now he is. To her too.
They begin with fingers in fists.
Kay had broken many like this.
In this instance it is sweetness.
Gentle with her. Like those lips.
Stepping to the rapid rhythm of drums...
As a sweet sea breeze greets his skin, a man wonders, yes, like a fish after it first discovered violence.
You are a fish, Kayden... A man is a shark in a dark ocean. Be quiet, you bitch. He gazes into the horizon.
The music shifted. Drums once so quaint tapped into a rhythm that itched with...
Listen to this one. So Kayden did. He heard the screams of the flapping fish that could not swim. The bird that couldn’t fly. The screams from its beak. It is as loud as a fucking cow.
The same way one hears the rush of water, the rustling of leaves, the arctic wind, while eating and drinking...
Ah, there it is, Kayden.
Yes. It is our moment.
WE HAVE WANTED.
WE HAVE WAITED.
So spoke the voices in Kayden’s head. He knew they were inside him. Hiding. Yet they could not remain hidden. They were his. He made them. They were his victims, except for his sister. They were the screams of the...
A pity.
Agreed.
No scream?
Doesn’t bleed…
That was always the problem with lightsabers in Kayden’s opinion. They cauterized the wound on impact. There wasn’t really any blood. Oh, sure, he liked to set things on fire, don’t get him wrong, but when you remove a limb from a body, shouldn’t there...
Before his partner could answer, the ship was rocked in this concert of violent vibrant lights. The pair of men rolled over one another with the wind as the ship flipped onto its wing. “WE’RE FLYING!” Kayden cackled toward thunder’s crackle.
The Sith landed on the Jedi, or whoever either of...
There goes the elbow…
Spoke a not so lonely voice.
Oh no… We do have company.
Many voices in Kayden’s void.
So many choices. So many noises.
So many screams. So much blood.
PUMPING. SQUEALING. FLAYING.
In heartbeats. Shattering. Breaking.
The moments, the instants. Floating.
Weightlessly. So...
What a show! Look at that lightning go! Not your usual blue but there was a bit of a rainbow in lightning variety like green, white, black, yellow and red. And there’s your canon, Anakin. “UNLIMITED POW— Oh.”
His lightning died out. Truth be told, Kayden didn’t want this fight to end anytime...
Somewhere at the edge of space, in the darkness between the stars, a ship drifted where no one would think to find it…where no one would hear the screams of Silence.
“DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'T!!!”
The call bounced around the walls of the chamber. A loud noise. A dull echo, cold and alone. A lonely...
Kayden would have thought that his opponent had learned not to overplay his…position. Overconfidence, however, was the name of this game. Overall, Kayden was in less of a rush than his opponent. This wasn’t business. It was a distraction at best, and he wasn’t the one who was wounded.
Kay let...
The Force had allowed the Sith to soar from the quicksand like a Sarlacc pit. Kayden, that is, given his explanation of what the Sith Order meant to him. Not so different in ideology, really, given that any true Sith did what suited their needs but, truly, order existed to serve chaos.
Chaos...
There is no light in the void...only shadow...and the ghost of a voice...
Lights on a ship. A pilot for its cockpit. It had taken little imagination for Kayden to reckon what his opponent wanted in the distance. Not so distant, no; close enough to serve as no mere distraction.
Tusken’s saber...
Kayden’s saber might have connected with his opponent’s wrist had the Tusken attempted to withdraw his arm back toward him, but the hand was good enough. A scream pumped into the Sith’s eardrums.
Scream… That one word was an echo that lasted a million moments in less than a fraction of a split...
Blade locks. Cinematic. A mistake, as it happened, and lost on Kayden. At the block, instead of keeping his blade pinned against his opponent’s, he withdrew it a moment after the connection. It took two to tango, after all, and this Sith had a bit of a different dance in mind.
From the side of...