|Cade Skywalker (karkdestiny) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-05-12 15:02:00
|cade skywalker, lauren drake
WHO: Cade and Lauren
WHAT: Cade just killed a building full of kids. Now he’s making friends! Y'know, sort of.
WHEN: Today, early afternoon.
WHERE: An alley near the orphanage he’d just slaughtered.
WARNINGS: Disturbed evil space wizard and blooddrinking vampire trying to go straight. Whaddayouthink?
Aimless death and destruction. That was who he was now. Cade Skywalker was dead, died on that little mudball seven years ago. What was left had been running himself ragged for seven years, but even that was gone now. The tattered shreds of a person that Rav and his crew fished out of the ocean of stars was just as dead as the little boy who wanted nothing more than to be a good little Skywalker scion. All that was left was Death. A Sith? Certainly, but not so simple as that. Sith were pathetic worms that sought to control everything they saw or revel in pure, unbridled power. That wasn’t who he was now. Now he was a force of nature, returning everything to the state it was supposed to be: Dead.
Only then could he finally stop hurting. Only when there was nothing left could it all end.
Death was on foot. He wasn’t worried about this world’s police. They were only people with primitive slugthrowers. A lucky shot could end him, sure, but the chances of one of them getting off a lucky shot before he ruined them all were slim. He would have commanded a wide berth, though he wasn’t really aware of it. That was to be expected for someone walking around in a big coat, a chest plate, black flight pants, boots, and smears of blood in very tribal patterns all over his arms and face. He would have commanded it had he been moving openly on the street. There were others here besides the Jedi and their faltering would-be Sith patriarch, others with abilities that were different than theirs. Moving out in the open would leave him open to them, which meant that he needed to stick to allies and their comfortable shadows. Death knew how to hide. He’d had to do it for seven years to avoid the Sith and people that would sell him to them. When hiding was your only option to survive, you became exceptionally good at it.
Which is what brought him to a most curious creature indeed.
He almost missed her. She simply wasn’t there. And yet, as he moved past a dumpster in a dark alley less than a block from the orphanage, he saw her twitch. He spun, summoning his father’s saber to his hand with a scant expenditure of will. He ignited its green blade a second later, before it really set in what was happening here. The girl was hiding, practically cowering, but she was moving and she wasn’t there. Even more than that, she wasn’t Vong. A girl with no presence in the Force that wasn’t Vong. Curious, curious indeed.
“You’re dead.” His voice was rough from disuse, which only made the sing-song tone it had when he spoke more disturbing. He hadn’t spoken since waking up from the nightmare. He didn’t deactivate his saber, but he did step closer and crouch down, bringing his face – smeared with blood as it was – closer to her. He was unaware of the stench of blood and death that clung to him. Right now the center of his world was this strange dead girl. “You’re dead but you’re still kicking.” He suddenly smiled a smile much too wide to be comforting and instead just wide enough to be disturbing. His lips, already dry, cracked at the edges when he smiled, and his orange eyes sought to pin hers. “I’m Death.”