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In a dystopian city, there is a mixture of the empire and the jedi.
Times have evolved and so have they.
The Jedi kind don't want their already falling city to be infested with siths.
What happens when a 'heartless' boy from the dark...
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。Terror。
Warning, if you're a little squeamish don't read this chapter.
I feel dead inside when I hear his words. Simple things like wanting to see my friends have become an illegal task. I hate the feeling of being chained up. Locked away. I have free reign. I'm a Jedi. I should be fighting this. But I'm a coward. All he had to do was kiss me and I became weak. I feel nothing towards him and yet I can't explain the feelings I felt. Lust. That's all it was. I needed something to distract me, knowing I'm not leaving.
It's a gut feeling that I can't describe. When you're looking into someone's eyes, and you can't decide wether you hate them or not. Even after everything he's done, something doesn't want to let go of him. Perhaps it's because he's been the only one to give me attention. Perhaps it's because I know he's not sane. I know he's fighting a battle and no matter how evil he may appear, I can't stop myself from thinking it's all a mask.
I watch intensively as he whispers something in Sehun's ear, smirking before watching Sehun leave. I know it doesn't mean something good, and I sneer at Sehun as he walks in, grabbing me without hesitation, his grip like handcuffs. I see his lightsaber strapped around his waist and am so tempted to just click the button and watch it stab into him, but the more I look at it, the more I realise it's a fake. Why would he carry a fake lightsaber with him? I suppose his real one is somewhere up his sleeve of something. He's smart. That's a clever move. It would have been embarrassing had I clicked it. Only now I realise it's actually plastic.
I feel Baekhyun's presence behind me, and I know he's not happy. Especially if someone else is involved. Before we can continue walking, a girl comes our way in one of the khaki uniforms, except hers is a skirt. She looks extremely fragile and has a sweet smile on her face. I can't tell if it's an act or she's genuinely happy.
"Sehun. Yoongi needs to speak with you about the missiles. One keeps malfunctioning." She says, flicking a wisp of straight black hair from her face. She looks at me, rosy cheeks and all, and gives me a pity smile. I want to hate her, but she's the only one who actually looks apologetic about this whole thing.
"Later, Irene. Tell him later, I'm dealing with something." Sehun says, and I've never heard his voice so soft. He seems to have a weak spot. And that weak spot is Irene. I almost smile as I realise the way they look at each other like two teenagers in love. It's the only good thing that's happened to me so far, and it's not even happening to me! Oh well, at least I managed to smile before my death.
