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There was peace within the Force, an echo of contentment that had him relaxing as he started his katas with his lightsaber. His little brother had fallen asleep in the corner of the training room, blanket nest all around him and holding onto the stuffed bantha he had gotten him.
Silence...
It was... peaceful...
Something they both needed.
The expanse of space was a nice little reprieve to the missions he had been on, and he knew Vinzer needed the destressing. So as the boy’s even and deep breath had echoed around the room, Acavt couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly before moving from his meditative position.
Maybe with Vinzer asleep, he could properly keep his attention on the katas and not the boy’s wonderment.
Ignite the saber. Slant into position. Move one. Hold. Move two. Slide into three.
More and more he allowed his mind to dip into that well of concentration, allow the Force to flow through him and guide him in his steps. But his eyebrows creased together as he started hearing noises, perplexing noises.
Slide into another stance...
Fwoosh... nyoom... tcshhhhhh...
Block and hold...
Ktshhhh... whooom. whoom... tzzzzz.
Just what was going on?!
He allowed himself to slide out of his offensive stance and open his eyes to look around, confusion showing on his face until his eyes landed upon his charge, his little brother, as the young man was sitting cross legged upon the floor within his blankets, beaming a large smile and swinging forward and back as he made noises much like a lightsaber does.
“Vinzer...” He shook his head and smiled, causing the stark white blond to laugh and look proud.
The door slid open with an almost silent whoosh, waking him up from his deep sleep and causing him to yawn as he sat slightly up. Who was intruding upon his restful sleep? And what time was - three in the morning?!
Shuffling towards his bed was none other than his charge for the period in time, looking so incredibly tired and barely awake as he rubbed at an eye and dragged a blanket behind him. “B-Big brother?” The small voice of the young man entered his ears, causing him to moan and flop back down onto the bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “B-Big b-brother?”
“What, Vinzer?” He grunted out, another yawn breaking the end of the sentence as he rolled opposite.
“C-Can I sleep with you? I... had a nightmare and... and I’m scared...” The young man whimpered, crawling into the bed and practically latching onto Acavt. The shiver from Vinzer was not missed by the Mirialan Jedi, and a sigh left him as he turned his head to look back at him.
“Just don’t hog the bed. Go to sleep,” he groaned as he started to doze back off, only to have something flop onto his face. Sputtering and pushing at the object, a frown coming to his lips as he readied to grumble something, he realized it was just Vinzer covering them both with his blanket, his way of keeping them safe from the baddies in the dark - the boy had mumbled it as he fell back asleep.
“Rest well, Vinzer,” Acavt sighed softly and fell back asleep, hoping the boy stayed asleep this time.
The reality of the situation still had not seemed to seep into the young man’s mind, Acavt realized as he watched Vinzer bouncing back and forth between the stands within the market he had taken him to.
But he couldn’t help but smile at how energetic Vinzer was, a beaming smile upon the blond’s face as he touched things, entranced by them. And then Vinzer was running off again, leaving the Jedi to chuckle and follow slowly after him, shaking his head.
“Big brother! Big brother!” Vinzer cried out as he came to a stand that had blankets, their prime objective for the afternoon. “Look!” He beamed as he grabbed one of the blankets and rubbed it against his face. The fuzzy material was enough to cause him to calm slightly, his body relaxing, and Acavt’s eyebrows raised as he watched the young man that in every intents and purposes was really a boy.
He hadn’t seen the boy calm and relax, always full of energy or worry and fear.
Walking over to the stand, he nodded to the owner before smiling down at Vinzer, “Pick out which ones you want, hmm?”
As Vinzer seemed to look so happy, Acavt started speaking with the owner of the stall. But as something latched onto him, he looked down. There was Vinzer, sniffling and burying his face into the Mirialan Jedi’s chest. “Vinzer?”
“Thank you, big brother!” Vinzer cried out, shaking his head. “I... I’ve been so scared and... and you take away all the scary things! You... You give me blankies! You’re taking care of me like Carsen used to!”
He couldn’t stop himself from bringing his arms down and around Vinzer, a sad smile coming to his lips, but he said nothing.
The smell within the air was acrid, the taste upon his tongue dry as he sat there, staring at the door and rocking himself back and forth.
They would come for him. They would come for him...
It was a mantra within his mind, echoing and blaring, bright as he saw the words within the room.
They will come for me... They will come for me...
His handler had made him repeat it over and over again, a smile upon the man’s face as he had listened to those words.
“That’s it, kiddo! Keep saying it, yeah? They’ll come for you.” He had nodded as he lay upon the floor.
The tang of iron was strong now, the smell of something just not right seeping within his mouth with every breath. He continued to mutter that phrase over and over again, rocking himself back and forth as he held onto his knees. His handler - Carsen - was sleeping across the room from him, ever so still.
But as time went on, and the fear began to build within him, his mantra changed to something else as tears came to his eyes.
“Don’t wake Carsen... Don’t wake Carsen... Don’t wake Carsen...”
The man had said he was just going to close his eyes, going to take a little nap, that was all. He was tired. Vinzer understood tired. He got tired quite a bit and had to sleep. Always had his blankies though... although... not with him there. The armored men had taken them away and not let him have them.
“I wanna go home!” He finally sobbed, slapping a hand over his mouth to quiet the burst of emotion down to muffled sobs instead. “I wanna go home! I don’t like it here! Carsen? Big brother? Please wake up?”
He crawled across the floor, hesitating slightly as his hand fell into something congealed and feeling... squishy. The color... red... a very deep red at that. “Carsen? Please? Please wake up! I’m scared! I don’t wanna be scared anymore! Can we go home now? I don’t care if I win the game anymore...”
He shook the man’s shoulder, garnering no response still as the tears started to fall down his cheeks.
As the door opened quietly, almost a silent hiss as the metal slid across the floor, he sniffled and continued to shake Carsen’s shoulder, “Big brother? Carsen? Please wake up! Someone’s here and I’m afraid...”
As footsteps approached, he quickly looked up, absolute terror within his gaze as he latched onto Carsen’s shirt, his body quaking. But as green eyes met blue, he quickly sobbed once more before turning his attention back onto the man that had cared for him.
“Please help! Why won’t he wake up? I can’t get him to wake up and I’m scared! I just wanna go home but the scary men in armor took my blankies and put Carsen and I in here! I’ve been good! I’ve been really good! I kept quiet like Carsen told me to... I kept saying it like he told me to! Please!”
I'll never leave
“Hurry, hurry! Let’s go! Come on! Come on!” The laughter caused Olu to chuckle, raise his head and wave to the small human that was rushing ahead.
“Calm down, boy! We’re coming! We’re coming…” He then was looking over at Larso, who was smiling grandly as he watched the kid looking around at all of the stalls, a look of joy spreading across his features.
“Kid’s energetic, that’s for sure…” His right hand man laughed out, shaking his head.
The rest of his words died as the explosion had both of them stumbling around to keep their footing. As realization seeped into each of their minds as to what had just happened, their heads snapped up, only to see the screaming and confusion around them, bodies strewn upon the ground, some moving, some not, while debris rained down upon the market.
And there was the body of their little Imperial turned smuggler, their little boy, their Vinzer, not moving an inch, blood dripping from a wound upon his head as well as his nose. A large piece of debris was keeping the boy pinned, making his breathing labored, and Olu was the first to his side, bellowing out over the chaos around them as he tried to rouse the boy.
He sat there, head in his hands as he watched the small form in the bed unmoving. How the subtle rise and fall of his chest was all that indicated Vinzer was alive. There was no laughter, no giggle. There was no smile. There was no shoving the small bantha plushie into his face, saying one thing or another. There was no snuggling down in blanket nests around the ship or calling over the comms for one thing or another…
No. There was nothing but the rise and fall of a chest and the constant beep of a machine.
And it ached his heart. It ached him past what he thought he could hurt anymore. Over their time together… He had become family. He had become the son he never had… would never have. And to see him now… To see his son unconscious in a bed with a chance of not waking up… It hurt.
It ripped his insides apart and tore him to shreds as he thought about it.
“Son,” he whispered, leaning forward to brush hair out of Vinzer’s eyes. “Wake up now… Time to wake up, sleepy head…” It wouldn’t work. He knew it wouldn’t, the doctors had told him so. But he thought it was worth a chance.
Nothing. There was nothing.
A sigh broke his lips at that point as he leaned in and kissed the boy’s forehead before whispering into his ear, “I love you, Vinzer… Always will, son…”
Movement. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement. But upon snapping his head to look, found nothing. “Vinzer?” Still nothing. No movement.
“I love you, son…”
There!
A twitch of a finger. Olu quickly stood from his chair, rushing to the door of the hospital room they were in, bellowing out before returning to the boy’s side. “Vinzer… my sweet son, please? Please wake up…”
“D-Daddy?”
It was weak. So very weak, but there. His eyes fluttered before Olu was able to see those gorgeous green orbs once more, confusion and pain written in them. And he cried. He cried openly, pulling the boy into his grip and holding him tightly.
“I’m here, son… I’m here…”
I’ll never leave...
#herkal#HERKAL! FUCK!#IT'S CARSEN AND EITHER OLU OR LARSO!#Carsen always blames them you know?#and think about it this way...#How old are you kid?...#fifteen!#Oh good... he's fifteen... Larso why the fuck is the kid fifteen? what did you do?!#IT'S PERFECT!#IT'S THEM!
#chacah#I agree completely#I don't know Carsen... Don't look at me !#and Olu during this is observing Vinzer hacking an imperial database without trouble#and he doesn't even understand how he passed the first firewall#huhuhuhuhu
That perfect moment when you and your friend have a conversation via tags... and it's EPIC!
Now this HAS to happen in rp herkal! PLEASE? PLEASE?!
"Can you walk?" Olooqua to Vinzer
He whimpered and jerked away from her as she knelt down near him, his eyes wide and full of absolute fear. They had sent someone to kill him, and yet... she was being... nice?
"D-Don't... Don't touch me..." It's stuttered, he's in so much pain. He shouldn't have run. He wouldn't have fallen then. He didn't even know where Carsen was, let alone Olu and Larso.
"Intelligence wants you alive," she murmured softly, holding a hand out towards him. "You're one of the brightest we had... They want to keep you in Shadow Town... But alive, kid..."
"No!" He screamed out, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying to drag himself away from her. He couldn't feel his lower legs, could understand what had happened after the crack that had echoed in the small area they were in. But he knew something was dreadfully wrong. The pain was so much.
"D-Daddy!"
She pulled back at how loud he was, eyes immediately looking around in slight worry of the kid's known associates and protectors showing up. "Not this time kid... Sorry... You're coming with me..." She then was grabbing his arm to heft him up, "Can you walk?"
Upon letting him go, he fell back down to the ground, crying out as tears fell from his eyes. No, he couldn't. Hmm... It would make it a little difficult, that was for sure.
"Larso!" The boy screamed once more, this time with a sob. "Carsen! Help!"
"No help for you," she smiled sadly. "Just accept it. Now come along quietly..."