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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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。Veins 。
It's been exactly a week. I used the edge of my chain lock to scratch every hour, no every minute onto the wall. A week with nothing but water and stale bread, a week of nothing but training until my weak pale arms became strong and veiny. Like Baekhyun's.
I stare at my arms. They used to be smaller. They used to be so inexperienced. Now they know nothing but lightsabers and blood, since that's all they've touched. Baekhyun's been putting me through rigorous training. I think he put something in my water. The thought won't leave my head. I've gone insane. I feel like an insane animal, at a zoo. Being watched 24/7. I've been trying to stand tall, but it's not working.
I find myself trying nothing but wanting to impress him. As he stands at the edge of the room, watching me. He watches all of my moves, telling me all of my flaws, giving me hours to practise. And when he gives me compliments, it's like my remedy, because it's the only thing that silences my voices. It's the only thing that convinces me to stay alive.
I fear that if he doesn't compliment me, I haven't done good enough. He's not impressed with me. I haven't made any progress. It's all I can think about. Day and night, even in my chains, I train. I slash and I punch until I can't stand up any longer, until I'm blinded with my own sweat. Pain is the only thing that settles me. And as my hands tremble, I persist. They gave me a punching bag since I needed to let out my anger somehow.
Hurry up, don't slack.
Don't you want to see all of that blood pour one day? Onto your hands.
Don't you want to prove yourself to your master?
If you don't you know what happens.
You'll get locked up here again.
You don't want that, do you?
Become devoted. That's the only way.
I punch harder until my knuckles bleed. And every night, he comes to bandage me up. I can't shake the thunder from my shoulders. I can't shake anything from my mind. I want to go back, since nothing seems right. But when he's not there, all it does is rain. And each drop is pain. I have become devoted to him. And I don't want to stop. I would shatter cities for him. I would kill my own parents for him. He's like my father figure. Without his love, I might as well be labelled a disappointment.
