The Rebel Faction

Raven was eating up all the attention the children were giving her, and she smirked. She never had THIS much attention!

Was attention seeking similar to the lust for power?

"Are you sure?" Raven asked, nonchalantly picking up the lightsaber, twirling it about in her fingers like a baton.

The children eagerly nodded.

"I wouldn't suggest this to anyone but to the bravest. Are you brave? The route I'm thinking of is very,very dangerous. Some of you may die trying to get home to mommy and daddy." Raven added, still twirling the lightsaber.

One child towards the back informed her that he was very brave, and others all chimmed in after him, like a chorus of birds chirping.

"Very well." Raven smirked, and imediately leaped to her feeti, hearing the children cheering. A hero had come to save them at last!

Raven was not a hero, not even close. She hit the activation switch, the red bladed humming to life. Why was she not surprised by the color choice, considering who the maker of the blade was?

She held it high over her head, and the children cheered once again.

Raven then lowered the blade, and laughed, pulling a child over to her. The little girl didn't even have a chance to scream as her head rolled onto the floor.

Pandamonium broke loose, the children scattering in all directions. What was the point of running?

"My secret is yours now." Raven told them.

She then moved about,no longer caring about finnesse or style whatsoever. It was purely bisiness, after all.

Children can be so naive.

"Don't run!" Raven shouted, laughing as she chased the remaining children around the room.

A boy managed to tumble to the floor, and Raven smirked and knelt down next to him.

"But, but... you'd said.." the boy managed to stammer, sobbing incessantly.

Crying is just as annoying as being peed on, Raven thought, bringing the tip of the blade under the boy's chin.

Raven chuckled once again, shaking her head as she lowered her blade even further. He wasn't crying any more.

She sensed there was more in store for her, and smirked once again as he told her what was next.

Ah, so he wants to play?

Raven simply kept going, knowing that he was next, her mind running a countdown of sorts.

After the boy, that would make it three.

The last pair were working as a team to annoy Raven. They never were in the same place at all.

Yeah, sure, work faster. Try telling that to a pair of kids who think it's fun to toy with Raven.

From all appearances, they must have been siblings. They both had similar hair laughs, everything. Right down to the eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of anger hit her, as if something prodded her and gave her a spurt of energy. The reason for this, she chose not to reveal. It was one of those sudden thoughts that could be used against her if the sith found out what it was.

She wrestled the little girl down on the ground first, cutting off her head, then went after the boy.

The boy was the spitting image of yet someone else she knew, and Raven cursed under her breathe. Why did coincidense have to have such a heavy play in all this? First, it was the little girl from last night, that the sith had killed in front of her.... and now, this boy.

Oh, to hell with it. He's just a boy, and it's very unlikely that he'd be even remotely related.

Finally, Raven had the boy cornered, and grabbed him by the neck, lifting up off the ground, and slamming him against the wall. The boy had this scared look in his eye, showing yet again, how much he looked like .....

"How can I get close to him if he keeps pushing me away? Hmmm? Argggg, you're no help to me!" Raven told the boy in a whisper, her fingers slowly crushing his windpipe.

Her eyebrow rose in amusement, a smirk creasing her lips as she watched the boy squirm under her grasp. The more he squirmed, the harder she squeezed. Eventually, he stopped squirming and hung limply, and loosened her fingers, letting the body drop on the floor.

Raven glanced about her, noting, that the sith was not in sight, and she frowned. Perhaps being given a cold treatment was her just reward for taking too long with the children.

No, that can't be it. Something wasn't quite right.

Within what seemed a split-second, she heard too familiar sound of an igniting lightsaber, turning her head only slightly to see the all-too familiar hand holding that same blade.

After he announced that playtime was over, Raven didn't hesitate. She grabbed the hand with her fingers and dug in her teeth.

Raven had hit the opposit wall, the impact making her grunt. She licked her lips in responce to him looking down at his hand, tasting a trace of the blood on them.

Of course, that would be nothing in comparison to re-opening the previous evening's wound, her opposing shoulder throbbing just as painfully in sympathy as he slammed the opposing shoulder with his free hand, making her scream.

The shock of the pain assaulting her, she lashed out, kicking him away from her, letting her pain and anger fuel the force at which she shoved him away.