Blood for Freedom

[Sin]

It had taken you a substantial amount of time to find, and dispose of the husk that now lay before yourself. A blackened body, broken and mute - his death had been quiet. Almost peaceful. How miserable must a life be to lay down at its end with nary a whimper. Oh there had been noises, brief, choked and distressingly pleased as you'd choked the remaining existence from the corpse.

Your former master. If such a word were ever appropriate for the failed terrorist. A twisted being who spoke flowery words and sweetness. Promises of power and control and taught his students just enough to lead them to a final and destructive end to further his goals. You glanced down at your own scarred skin, fingers curling and uncurling as you considered the path before yourself. You'd managed your revenge - but where would you go now? There was no life out there for one like you. No future returning to people who would never recognize or recall you, battered by fire and destruction as you had been. You could scant recall your own life before the end of it. Or its presumed end.

A hospital bed. An accusation of terrorism. A harrowing escape through a third story window to avoid the authorities. A realization of the betrayal of the one you had trusted. The only one you had trusted. He'd sent you to die. He'd sent you to be a martyr in a cause that only he believed in. Your hatred of this one, it had seen you through though, hadn't it? Your desire to watch the life leave his eyes. And yet it had been so... empty. You'd gained nothing from it. No. You'd gained your freedom. You were free. You were your own.

A grin spread wide across your lips, blistered as they stay and you tilted his face away to look upon it, now free from the mask he had worn. A mask. Perhaps you'd require one yourself now. There was no going home. There was no going back. All that lay before you was at your feet. He hadn't taught you much, but it had clearly been enough. He had called himself a Knight when he came to you so long ago. Taught you everything as his disciple and now you had surpassed him.

A dark echo lapped at your ear. A sweet caress of hatred. He had promised he would make you a Sith. It seemed this was the one promise he had kept.

"Sin." You whispered softly as you leaned over his shattered body. A title and a name he had lost all right to with this loss. Was that not the way you had been taught? The student surpasses the master. They were yours to take. And wasn't that just the most delicious final insult to this monster? To steal the only property that remained his? Yes.

You stood and stretched with a growing understanding of your future. You walked away from there with an electricity to your mind. Where would you go now? What darkness would you revel in moving forward? He had been too small in his thinking. Too focused on destruction, you knew better.

-- Three Months Later --

People kept their distance from you. That was probably for the best. Your tastes were unique, after all. Very few people enjoy the pain you like to give, or can offer the amount of pain you need to receive. The club around you continued to sway and move like a wounded animal, and you watched it like it were your job. You hadn't bothered to catch it's name on the way in, not that it particularly mattered. The waitress had been by twice to ask your drink, and you'd just smiled behind your leathery mask as she looked uncomfortable at your lack of an answer. She seemed sweet.