Trial of Hate
Sesa used the wall to his advantage, huffing at the effort."Damn planet... Damned war!" He slides to the floor, hands running through his hair. "If only the Sith would just die, kara would still be alive..!"
As he feels the burning hatred inside of himself, he heard a lightsaber activate, and footsteps.
"Your hatred burns like a thousand dying suns. It's almost too delicious." A voice says, the footsteps stopping in front of him.
He glances up and snarls.
"Kork. If course you're here."
"Of course Im here. Your hate drew me here, Youngling."
Sesa scoffs. "Hate makes you weak, Sith. I don't hate anything."
The Sith Lord laughed loudly. "And yet here you are, hating the man that killed your beloved. How cliché."
Sesa gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
"Shut your mouth, or I'll--"
"You'll what, boy? Pitch a fit? Slash at me without a saber? Tch. You Jedi are all the same: Idiots.."
The Sith draws his saber.
"Pathetic."
He raises it above his head.
"And you're so weak you couldn't even protect the one who ment everything to you."
Then...
Something in Sesa stirred like a million burning suns.
He sliced upward with his sword, the lightsaber making it clang from the vibration.
Then, Sesa yells.
"You weren't there! You weren't the one who could do nothing as her ship was blown apart!"
He slashes and stabs at the Sith, red slowly creeping into his vision.
"I loved her, yet that bastard took her from me! You have no idea what it's like to lose someone you care for!"
The Sith smirked under his mask, dodging the boys attacks with ease.
"Boy, admit it! She's dead because you're weak!"
That was it.
That was the nudge Sesa didn't need.
"I'll kill you!" Sesa screams, totally losing control as he hacked and slashed blindly, letting the pure hate consume his mind.
The Sith Lord knew he had made a mistake, but it was too late as Sesa beheaded him, huffing from the effort as his vision cleared.
"I hate him..! I hate that son of a bitch! I hate them all!! Why couldn't they just leave us be?? Why couldn't they just let us love each other?! Didn't the council know we cared for each other?! AAAAGH!!!"
The young Jedi hacks the Sith to pieces, unable to control himself. "Why, why, why?!?"
He felt the force around him give way to his rage, give way to the darkness.
When he was done, he stood up, his skin now dyed a deep mahogany, his eyes tinted with black and red.
"They should've let us be."
He looks at the fallen Sith armor, then begins to salvage what he can from it, using the force and his knowledge of smithing to mold it into an armor fit for himself.
"Why, Kara? Why did you have to come..?" He quietly asks, stumbling forward, further into the darkness that was the One Smith's tomb.
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Name: Nick
Age:17
Species: werewolf
Gender: male See More
Powers:teleportation Element of fire
Strengths: Hand to hand combat, fast reflex
Weaknesses: friends, family, his pack and his mate
symbols in wolf form: wolf and fire
weapons: M4 My hands and thing i can use near me.
Tattoos? Or Scars? Tattoos wolf paw on my shoulder