The first time Alpha 19 tries to hold someone’s hand he chooses a rather unfortunate candidate. He’s foolish, yet it’s on instinct his small hand reaches for the larger one. His hand is so tiny at the time they’re barely able to wrap around a finger fully. His naive nature costs him. His fingers snap so easily. He couldn’t stop himself as he screams in pain.
No one comes to his aid. The others at least try to turn their heads away. They don’t want to witness the consequences of his stupidly.
The barking order sends all their small bodies to jump at attention. Alpha 19 is now the center of it all. The first time he’s front and center…he doesn’t want to be. Not in this moment as his arm is twisted behind him.
This is his punishment for being weak.
Why? Why couldn’t he hold his hand? Is it that awful?
His brothers all stare. Some look afraid. Others keep their expressions blank and a few just stare as him with distain.
His foolishness doesn’t end as he looks up and faces his torturer. His eyes look into ones that are exactly like his own.
Eyes that are exactly the same but so different.
Alpha 19 isn’t sure…what evil is…he’s heard the word. Knew the definition but never truly understood it.
At least not till now. Not till this moment.
Something changes inside of Alpha 19. It almost feels like a shock going through his brain.
Through his brain and right down his spine.
It feels as though his eyes are wide open for the very first time.
This is wrong. So very wrong.
Alpha 19’s tears stop, his mouth shuts and his eyes don’t stray from the Evil Man who screams into his face and throws him to the ground.
This is the only gift Jango Fett will ever bestow upon him.
He'll treasure it always.
He is awake and he’ll never be like the others again.
(Just a little something about my Alpha OC who later goes by the name Supernova!)