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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...
'Whatever the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve.'
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。Escape 。
Chanyeol
So he feels emotions now? What another fantastic lie. I don't believe a word he says. I don't believe anything anymore. Watching someone die, helpless and afraid, is one of the worst things a person can go through. He put me through that. He put them through that. I'm not going to believe any of his sick bullshit. Even if his eyes portray real emotion, which seemed impossible, I won't believe him. It's all an act. This is all an act.
His false feelings, trying to relate to me. He probably hasn't shed a tear in his life. I don't believe he's ever been innocent. He was born into this. This is his only life. He's living the way he chose. This is his mistake. And I blame him for everything he's done. He will receive no sympathy from me.
Baekhyun
Hearing his thoughts confuses me. He doesn't believe me. He really doesn't. He doesn't know my hardships, nothing. And I don't expect him to. I don't expect him to forgive me, obey me, believe me. Who would believe a murderer?
Just kill him, he's no use.
Do it. Slit his throat.
No, show him. Show him what you went through.
Make him believe. Convince him.
I want to show him everything. To let him soften towards me. To make Ji trust me. And follow me. And become greater than the rest. To stand by my side and finish off the Jedi. But that's not going to happen if he despises me.
Slowly, I place my hand on his temple, enjoying the slight flinch he experiences. I see his eyes shut at my will and chuckle at how easy he is to control. Believe me, I could do far worse than this. I could corrupt his mind at will. Fill it with the same voices as they did with me. Make him insane. Break him. But something is stopping me. A small, meaningless tug that pulls me away from harming him, silences the voices. Like before, I shrug it off and continue, showing him every single moment of my past.
Chanyeol
It's black. And then there's a street. Like the one we were on, on that fateful day. A small boy, maybe nine or ten, blood dripping down his face. He's running, but he falls and his knees are shaking. He looks scared, terrified. I've never seen such obvious tension in a person's face. He's not sure wether to stay or run. But he stays, knowing that if he runs, he'll be caught anyway. What is he running from?
Men, in uniforms. Storm troopers. They pick him up. Ignore his pleas. Carry him to a room. Strap him to a table. A man. In white. He looks. But does nothing. Then places a hand to the boy's temple. The boy shrieks, and I feel myself shake as it rings through my ears and makes me want to cry. I don't think I can watch for much longer.
The boy starts to talk to no one. He starts scratching himself vigorously until blood pours from his arms. He's crying one minute and shouting the next. But at himself. His innocence is gone. He's shaking. They put him in black uniform. They put him in a black room. He's there for weeks, no months, just talking to himself, crying and shaking until there's nothing left and the last week is spent staring at a blank wall.
They train him. Give him a small red lightsaber. He quickly proves his skill. Every night the same man from before visits and presses a hand to his temple, until the boy repeats words over and over.
Dark is good.
Light is bad.
Dark is good.
Light is bad.
It skips. He's older. Much older. And taller. His features. They're similar to Baekhyun's. it is Baekhyun. His muscles are developed and the man has stopped coming. There's nothing but fury in his heart. He had friends. And a new lightsaber. He beats everyone who tries to fight him. Matches are pointless. Training is pointless. He knows everyone's tactics. Analyses every movement to the second. He could do it blindfolded.
He's been brainwashed. Broken into pieces. He really was a regular boy, perhaps training to be a Jedi. He didn't ask for this, but it happened. It's why he's crazy. That man broke him. Somehow convinced him with words that the Jedi were only there to harm him. Why do I feel like that will happen to me?
It's black.
I open my eyes and I'm in front of a blank Baekhyun.
"So what, this doesn't mean I'm going to give you sympathy. You've taken everything from me."
"Everything was taken from me baby boy, as much as I don't want to hurt you, I'm craving for control, and you are perfect. It won't be long. I promise you that. . . ."
He stands, everything completely silent except for my ragged breaths. He wasn't lying. . . . Those words.
Dark is good.
Light is bad.
Dark is good.
Light is bad.
For some reason they stick. And they stay in my mind for a full hour. After a few silent seconds, a knock comes to my door. I don't respond. What point is there? Where are they taking me this time, the brainwashing room? I wouldn't be at all surprised.
Once the door opens. I realise it's the girl from before. The one who seemed to engulf Sehun's attention. I remember looking at the both of them in awe, wondering how love could still exist down here. In the pits of hell.
"My name is Irene." She says in her sweet voice, impossibly flushed cheeks paling as we make sad eye contact. It's then that I realise she's come here by her own will, and I calm down a little.
"Why are you here?" I almost stutter, looking at my nimble fingers for any kind of distraction, my shy self returning.
"Because, I've been told what's to happen to you and Kyungsoo, and I want to help. So you better listen to me."
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