There's blood on my hands, like the blood in you

[notlookingdown]

Characters: Alice Hamilton and Draco Malfoy
Location: Outside the Sith Academy
Planet: Korriban
When: Week 18
What: Alice has spent the better part of a week tracking the foul weasel that killed Hatter to this damned place. She wants his head.
Rating: R-ish, for violence.

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[doeswhathemust]

[Draco had been hiding in his room for days now, but for the first time he'd taken a trip outside. Finding a deserted valley not far from the Academy he tried to meditate. He'd beeen spending a lot time training and meditating, trying to rid himself of these feelings of guilt. For all that he'd spent half a year planning to kill someone, this wasn't at all how he expected it to be. Even the thought that Hatter might (will) come back didn't make it any easier.

There were times when he couldn't believe that it all really happened, but then he remembered the smell of seared flesh and the look in Hatter's eyes and-

If he hadn't been meditating he might not have felt the approaching sense of rage and pain through the force. He frowned, kneeling with his hands on his knees and focused on it- this was something he'd always had trouble with- and the extra effort helped take his mind off other things. It wasn't the kind of rage you usually found at the Academy on Korriban. And it was approaching.]

[notlookingdown]

[Alice had never felt a rage like her own before, cold and quiet, like a snowstorm. She stared up at the Academy, almost impressed with it as she looked on through a red haze. A few glanced at her as she stood there. Fear roiled in her stomach.

This was not where she was meant to be. It was wrong here, but Hatter would be avenged.

And so fear mixed with rage again as she spurred forward, stopping only when reached the gates, icy blue eyes landing on the Dark Jedi standing post. Fear be damned. Senses be damned.]

Tell the one called Salazar he has a guest with urgent business.

[doeswhathemust]

[He didn't want to go with the messenger, but he did. He seriously doubted anyone had important business with him and swore that if this another of the masters wanted him to fetch something for them, he'd- well. He'd do something.

Finding one of the women from back on Coruscant left him numb with shock for a few long seconds- Did she know who he was? How had she found him? Then he realised the anger he'd felt in the Force was coming from her.

Hatter had been engaged, hadn't he? Mouth dry, and suddenly wishing he'd told the messenger to sod off. He took a breath and crossed his arms, it was easier to say nothing, and his mouth was so dry he felt he couldn't have spoken in any case.]

[notlookingdown]

[And suddenly he was there, in front of her. So close and within reach. Her legs trembled as she stared at him, hidden under his robe and hood like the coward she assumed he would be. Her fists clenched tightly until her fingernails were digging into the palms of her hands, close to biting through the skin.

Alice took a step forward. And then another. Nobody seemed to care about them, other than to look on curiously. She was angry and wanted revenge, but she wasn't prepared to die again, not for this scum.]

Will you follow me? [She pointed out away from the Academy.]