Stories and Oneshots with OCs

Untitled Part 58

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Clacking of a stranger's footsteps bounced and echoed off the halls, a black concealing robe following suit. Chatter from passerby nurses and medical droids filled the chamber as the figure scanned a chip in his pointer ring. The twin doors slid wide open, allowing access as he breezed through.

Inside was a dark viewing room, the only light reaching the floor and nearby walls was from a large spectating one way window, peering into an examination room. There in the cot was a small sleeping child dressed in a white sterile gown, long and unmaintained hair brushing past his eyes, tips of crimson staining the edges. The doctor spectating beside the man held a data-pad in one hand while fixing her classes with the other, concern stricken on her features and a noticeable crease between her brows.

The man's eyes slid towards the doctor, awaiting a report. She tore her eyes away from the child to meet his gaze. "S-2's condition appears to be stable. He should recover soon." she informed in a collected and even voice, despite her face saying otherwise. 

A satisfied hum barely escaped from the man's throat, lips quirking in the closest thing to a smile. "And the girl?" he asked, keeping his attention on the boy in the cot whom was breathing through a mask which covered the lower half of his face, occasionally stirring and tugging at the restraints in discomfort, but always returning to the same relaxed state. He was injected with a murky and shimmery substance by a medical droid before the overhead lights dimmed.

The doctor seemed to shrink back this time, hesitant. "T-1 was just pronounced deceased... her injuries were beyond repair." the underlying guilt piercing through her voice, she stole another glance at the sleeping child before staring back at the robe. "Varlin... this is going to raise questions. The people are starting to lose faith..."

"None of that will matter once the resurrection comes. I am not going to let anyone take this away," the tone in his voice that was low and guttural rose to the point where the cracks started to show in his barely glowing and piercing eyes, clutching the hilt that sat still against his belt. "Not when we're so close."

The doctor licked her drying lips, trying to say something, anything, when a ping sounded from her comm. In a swift click her eyes widened. "Varlin, the mother—"

Without warning, an angry, explosive red blade shot through the closed doors, carving an opening in a matter of seconds before a woman barged through. Her short ink hair whipped wildly out of her face, revealing an enraged and hungry look. Her eyes nearly burned red at the sight of the robed man and charged forward without question, raising her blade to land a blow before she was thrown into a wall with the flick of his finger. She landed uselessly to the floor with a pained grunt, blood staining her finger tips after feeling the back of her head.

The robed man only smiled wide, seemingly amused. "Drecata, what a pleasant surprise." he spared the woman and the destruction she'd caused a lazy glance before brushing a spec of dust off his shoulder. "You could've knocked, you know..."

"Varlin!" she seethed, pushing herself to her feet and igniting her sharp, serpentine-like saber once more. Her rage was explosive, almost as if steam was radiating off her tattooed skin. "Give me my children," she raised her blade in a defensive stance. The doctor took a step back and behind Varlin before her shouts bounced off the walls. "NOW!"

The doctor shrunk back to hide, but Varlin stood tall and firm, unmoving and indifferent. "Now, Drecata, is that any way to treat your superior?" his eyes darkened, but his grin remained the same. He cocked his head to the side, and Drecata's eyes followed in the direction to be met with the viewing window and the sleeping child inside. 

Shivers raced across her body, and she nearly collapsed to the floor when she stumbled over to the window, palm laying flat against the glass. She could see him, but there was no way anyone else would be able to see her. She sucked in a breath, redirecting her shock and anger back towards Varlin. "What did you do?!" 

"It's not so much what I did, but what your son did." Varlin spoke in riddles, eyes glinting with amusement at her panic, her rage. "Your product killed a little girl, you're rather lucky I can pull strings." he was just barely holding back a laugh, Drecata stared agape with disbelief, frozen in place.

Varlin calmly strode towards the window beside her, proudly overseeing his work. "S-1 has yielded exceptional results, however we were able to concentrate and expand the midichlorians in S-2's cells. We have reason to believe they've reached vast lengths beyond even your power, Drecata." 

"You've turned him into a monster..." she breathed as her eyes started to fog, hands shaking the hilt that was slipping through her grip.

Varlin's stare was cold and with no hint of remorse, calmly twisting the ring around his pointer while Drecata watched helplessly. "No, I've turned him into much more than that. I've made him a prophet." he looked back to the child with a smile, eyes narrowing. "Take S-1 back if that's what you desire, but S-2 stays."

Drecata shook, slowly bringing up her saber to face him, tears streaming down her cheeks but fire in her eyes. "No," she breathed, voice wavering. "I'm not going to lose my son."

Varlin's lips curled into a cruel and sickening look, taunting her. "Oh, but the boy's already lost to you, Drecata," his smile widened, eyes flashing. "As are you."

The fiery red blade was raised above her head with a cry, aiming straight for Varlin's head. He narrowly dodged, whipping and dancing around her as she pushed through on the attack. The doctor watched them battle in horror, running to the door through Drecata's peripheral, and with the swift closing of her fist the doctor's hand exploded in on itself, flesh and bone tearing and smearing the walls.

With an excruciating howl she dropped to the ground, cradling the bloody limb as Varlin continued his onslaught. Drecata didn't see the incoming blade until it was too late, slashing straight through her middle. Her scream was cut off with Varlin throwing her to the floor, saber landing next to her.

Varlin let out a harsh exhale, combing his slick hair back neatly with his fingers before examining his work.

Her blood pooled around the wound, but she wasn't dead yet.

He let out a long sigh, slowly approaching her weak form. "Now, Drecata," he said softly, grabbing the hilt of the serpentine blade, her saber. "What's the lesson we've learned here today?"

She didn't have the strength to speak, the words stuck in her throat, her eyes rolling back as her head lolled. He clicked his tongue and knelt, placing the blade next to her head, the tip hovering dangerously above her temple. The blade started to dig into her skull, skin sizzling and blood slowly dripping down the side of her face.

"You should be grateful I'm the one who got to your boy first, and not the family," he sneered, her eyes fluttering and body twitching in agony. "If word had got out it would've been very bad for you, this would have been much worse." he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a growl. "You know, Drecata, I'd hoped for a long time that you'd become my apprentice. You were a good soldier, you had so much potential." his grip tightened on the hilt. "But you chose to defy me, time and time again."

Drecata tried to shake her head, but could only manage a feeble groan.

"No need for apologies, we've all made our mistakes," he sighed, rising and stepping away. "Goodbye, Sundari."

The saber rose above his head before the devastating blow, the air stilling in anticipation, but when it finally came down, it felt wrong. There was no body beneath Varlin, no corpse under the blade.

The sound of glass shattering rung through his ears, he whipped his head to meet the broken spectating window. There was no Drecata, and there was no sleeping boy in the cot.

Varlin's face contorted and grew hot with anger and humiliation. He roared, sending his fist through the nearest wall, leaving a large dent and cracks echoing throughout the surface before throwing his blade into the floor and striding towards the exit, ignoring the doctor's pained and confused cries.

Once out of sight, Varlin threw the hood over his head and stormed out the way he'd came.

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