The Rebel Faction

It was a simple mission. In and out. A simple assassination. Silus looked at the large building before him.

Great. Another tall building. Let me guess, the governor is living on the highest peak of the building?

He continued tailing the patrol, they were still on the search for him. He had provided a good enough distraction, pretending to crash his own ship. And now these search parties were looking for him. They would be unsuccessful, and they would give up.

It's going to cost me in repairs, though.

He continued to follow the group, keeping out of site to the best of his abilities. And his abilities were very rarely matched. They began to head back to the building.

Exactly what I thought.

"No success?" piped a new voice when they entered.

"Nothing. Still, I want the guards on full alert." the leader of the search party replied.

"Very well."

They didn't even notice Silus disappearing into the darkness. He continued down the hall, testing wherever he stepped. A simple mistake could be his last. He saw the stairs at the end of the hallway and made his way.

-****-

He entered into the kitchen swiftly and quitely, the sound of boots passing by. Silus looked around as he waited, seeing if anyone was in the room. He picked up the datapad.

Wilfred,

As much as I agree with your certain "spices" added to his dinner, the Sir doesn't. I would suggest that you refrain from any more spitting in his food, unless you want to lose your job.

Also, this weeks food seems to be a bit ol---

Silus stopped reading as the sound of the boots died. He crept out, continuing on his way.

"You shouldn't them."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Because, despite what they do."

"You're too trusting. That will kill you."


Forgotten memories, just small dreams that were gone. Sometimes his mind recalled them, but he didn't remember them. They were gone, forever. All he remembered were their scared faces, faces showing and curiousity. Small flashes, enough to feed his and anger.

"Turn your head boy."

"Why? Who's that daddy?"

"He's evil. People say he's a demon."

"Yes, yes he is. Now, don't pay attention to him."

He did remembered the old woman, in less then a year her life had ended. Still, she filled his mind with dark tales, and of evil promises. She told him he was 'special', despite the words of others. He believed in her then, when his age was young. Perhaps a small part of him believed in her still, despite what reason would say. A stepping stone to the darkness he became.

The sith absent-mindedly rolled two metal balls in his hand, reflecting on his own past and what he had become.

He looked over at the man, strapped down in the dark apartment. His empty eye sockets blinking, as he tried to figure out what was happening. It was a dream, a nightmare, the dark man next to him was just his imagination. A cruel piece of his imagination.

Silus leaned forward, his face only a few inches of the man's. "Tell me, does it hurt?"

"Yes. Please...please, I'll give you what you want. Please, just let me go. I have money, I'll give you that. Please, please..."

Silus laughed, placing the metal balls inside the empty sockets. They fit perfectly. "Ah, but you've already given me what I wanted."

"What?! Please, oh god, let me go! I'll find a way to stop you! People will know! You'll be stopped!"

"Oh, but here's yet another mistake," Silus said laughing, "Nobody cares! Perhaps someone will have a funeral, but no one will notice. It must pain you so much, that after all you have done, you have nothing. And you will die, with just that. Nothing." Silus stood, making his way out of the room.

"Dear god, I have children! I have a wife! Please, let me go!"

"Then someone will miss you, for a time. But, I'm afraid you're worth more than alive to them. She'll find someone else. He'll be a failure, just like you, but you'll be replaced. They'll miss you for a time, but then, you will be gone. Your children will grow up, and they will leave, and they will forget you."

"Dear god, please! Just..." the man's voice was cut off as the door closed.

Silus made his way out of the building. The man had wronged him, betrayed him, many years ago. He could have been considered successful, he had money. But something had gone wrong in his life. Silus guessed it wasn't long after he betrayed him, in his false morals of justice. Funny, that the man to turn Silus in, or try to, would be the one who had hired him. There was an explosion from the building, as the metallic balls erupted. The job was done. The man was forgotten. He was nothing.