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    dots Submission Name: The Sacrifice of Ragedots

    Author: Lareth
    ASL Info:    23/M/WA
    Elite Ratio:    5 - 103/139/48
    Words: 947
    Class/Type: Story/Misc
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       My attempt at a science fiction short story. (Star Wars themed)

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    dotsThe Sacrifice of Ragedots

    The depths of every shadow causes my heart to race. Why are they
    attacking? How did this happen? Merely days ago we were fighting side by side and now they hunt us down.

    The fleeting screams of my dearest friends, my brothers and sisters in arms.

    Please, stop I beg! End the killing, stop the madness! Anyone...
    hear me! Help me...

    The constant flashes of plasma blasts and blaster beams turn the
    halls into a mess of smoldering bodies and fiery blaze. I must do something! I feel it deep within my core. Is this what they caution
    us against? The desire to fight, the desire to destroy. I cannot let them simply take the lives of my family! I can... I must fight! If necessary, destroy.

    Yes, they need me! To arms my brothers! To war my sisters! The revolt starts here!

    Alas, the burn of blaster fire pierced my side as I stood to face my foes, only then did I realize the folly of my new found courage. I felt my consciousness waning as I struggled against the urges of my heart.

    This is not the way of the Jedi. This is not... my way. I must change, I must... fight. I can hear them, I can feel them. I cannot fall now, I cannot die here.

    How long has it been? Two seconds? Two minutes? I hear the plasma chamber priming as the trooper pressed his rifle to my head. Clenching my fists, there is nothing left for me. I feel only... fear, I feel anger. I hate that this is happening to us. What have we done wrong? I hate that my friends and masters are dying. I hate the sound of screaming in the air.

    Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!

    The pores of my body flared open. The very earth beneath me shook violently as I rose to my feet. Rose? No, not rose. I simply shot up, the ground beneath me obeyed my command pushing anything and everything away. The air around me crackled with energy. The anger, the power! I reached my hands forward, my would-be executioner has become the victim of his own intent. I felt nothing but peace as the air ignited with the spark of vengeance, as if the hatred inside was unleashed at my enemies, the enemies of the Jedi.

    I felt the sting as yet another bolt of energy entered my body, but that energy only fueled my rage and was released tenfold as another storm trooper came to my attention. Again, and again I lashed out, I know not how many have fallen, nor how many times I should have. I cared only for one thing; vengeance. Destruction of the enemies of the republic. Destruction of those that set upon us in the midst of the temple.

    A sound stirred me from my euphoria as I heard the drop of footsteps behind me. I struck out yet again, I lashed out with my new found rage as the streaks of pure enabled energy spat from my hands.

    There was a scream nearby. A scream? What had happened? I searched for the source of the voice, my vision turning and spinning. My head hurt, my focus was blurred. I forced myself into clarity, mustering what little training I could remember in my state of rage. As my vision cleared I realized, the scream had come not from the victim of the onslaught of the soldiers, but from a small child. A child whom my hands were aimed directly at.

    The realization hit me harder than any blaster could have. I had fallen prey to the very thing that I swore to prevent. The blood of innocence was now on my hands. A chill ran down my spine, and then to every inch of my body.

    Murderer... betrayer...

    Those words only drove the guilt farther into my soul as I stumbled to the small broken body.

    What have I done? I thought as I wrapped my arms around her. This power that I allowed to overwhelm me has taken a life that I sought to free from death.

    I could not breathe, I could not move. I could only dread, dread the actions of my own hatred and fear.

    Please, I cried. Give it back! Give back the life that I took, take mine instead, I BEG YOU!

    I called out with every ounce of my strength. To the force, to the very flow of time and the universe itself.

    Take mine, take my life, in exchange for the innocent blood that I have spilled.

    I could only pray and hold the young-ling that I struck down. My vision began to fade, my body was weakening. I felt the power leaving me, from my core into my arms, and my arms into my precious cargo, my anger and rage subsiding. My arms grew heavy and my body slumped against the floor. As I began to succumb to the many wounds inflicted in my fit of rage, I felt one last moment of reprieve. There was a whimper from nearby, I managed to hold my eyes open, just to see her head turn to me. My last breath, was a sigh of relief, that at least she was spared.

    I commend my spirit, to that of the force, that I may one day guide this youth, who now holds my hopes and dreams.

    I could only muster one thought as I closed my eyes for the last time.


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    ||| Comments |||
      Though, I'm sure its a valid point, it's irrelevant, both to the purpose of this website and the writing. Please give me something I can use to improve my work, not something I can use to make myself feel bad about writing it.
    | Posted on 2017-03-20 00:00:00 | by Lareth | [ Reply to This ]
      And we wonder why so many policemen commit suicide.

    | Posted on 2016-02-14 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]

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