agony. |darth maul

fourteen.

Today's the day.

The day I murder a child.

I groan. Stars, whatever path the force has set me on was the worst path it could muster up. I wonder if I'm on the wrong path, perhaps not letting Maul kill me was the biggest mistake I had ever made. Because I did not want to do this. I had spoken to the girl, she was kind and smart and didn't deserve to die. I deserved to die.

"Last day on Naboo."

I'm hiding as many weapons as I can in the folds and sashes of the intricate green dress I am wearing. Maul says nothing, instead continues to meditate. I huff and turn around after tucking a reasonably sized knife into my bra.

There's another second of silence and then I'm stringing out the folds of fabric on my dress and taking one last check in the mirror. I look utterly ridiculous once more but smile at the woman staring back at me. She's tired, ugly and looks much older than 20. The face paint can't cover that up. I groan. I'll look over 40 before I hit 25.

"You don't have time to mope, Madraykin."

It's Maul and his silky voice. He appears behind me on the mirror and in another universe, if we were to ever be more than tools for a greater cause, we would not make a pretty couple. Maul loomed at least 6 inches over me, striking and in charge with his bright red skin and intricate tattoos. Underneath my disguise I was simply pale and frail, with choppy hair and droopy gray eyes. We did not fit together.

I clasp my hands together and turn to the door, "Last day on Naboo," I repeat as I leave.

***

Padme and me are alone, sharing tea in a garden. There are no guards, not that I can see. Even if they were I had become quite a sharp shooter over the past year and wouldn't face much of a problem.

The child is droning on about some sort of voting practice she was planning for her people. My back was turned to her while I examined some flora placed in the garden. One hand clutched at the blaster strapped to my thigh. Nows the time.

In one sharp movment, I'm facing Padme nearly pulling the blaster off of my thigh and preparing to aim and take her out faster than she can realize what's going on.

That's when my comm buzzes.

I nearly flinch but instead my hand flies to where the small circular device is clipped to my side.

"Shit," I mutter as Padme perks up, "Sorry, I might have to take this-"

"Oh don't worry! I was wondering why you had that thing clipped to you anyway."

I give an apologetic smile as I step outside of the garden and click to answer.

"Ma-"

"She's alive?" And Maul sounds the closest thing to frantic I think I've ever heard. I nearly stumble in my reply.

"Yes- whats going on?" My voice is soft- near silent in fear of the girl behind the shrubs listening in. There's a moment of contemplative silence before Maul speaks again.

"Good. Leave. New orders, the girl has use to my master in the future."

I open my mouth to reply about all the wasted time but shut it quickly because I know he's already hung up. Instead, I'm clipping the comm back to my dress and walking back Into the garden. Of course, Padme was right where I had left her. I feign an apologetic expression on my face.

"My trip to your lovely planet has sadly been cut short."

sorry this took so long, with a mix of me failing school and depression I was struggling to write a chapter I wanted to post. we're nearing the end of this section of the story and I wanna know- do y'all enjoy the first person pov? I'm not the biggest fan and enjoy writing more in third but I'm down for whatever. also find me on ao3 as @br00tle as well 💃🕺