Fall into Darkness Part 6

by Lelia (romana2@xtn.net)



Archive: Master Apprentice, Maul Fan Fic Slash, RFA, and my site. Anyone else just ask!

Previous chapters can be found here: http://www.geocities.com/Wellesley/Garden/5074/

Category: Au, First Time, BDSM, Non-Q/O, Pre-Slash?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: O/M, O/M/P, O/Q, Q/P, P/O, P/M. Pretty much everyone with everyone.

Warnings: Nonconsensual sex. Lots of torture...Oh behave! Anyone else have a serious Austin Powers complex?

Spoilers: This takes place within and after TPM.

Summary: What if Darth Maul had kidnapped Obi-Wan at the end of TPM and Qui-Gon had lived to follow?

Feedback: Pretty please? romana2@xtn.net

Disclaimer: We all know whom they belong to. No profit is being made from this.

Notes: Thanks to my betas Jedi Silka, Christy, Lydie. You guys are gods without you I am nothing. I had long been unhappy with the summary on this story. I finally decided to change it as I also decided to shorten the summary for previous chapters.

*Any resemblance in the story here on out to a psycho blonde from the village of Cirra s purely intentional*

Spoilers: contains some spoilers for the JA books and for the Darth Maul Journal. References taken from Heir to the Empire.




The Story thus far:

That scene in TPM. Except...Maul has destroyed the Jedi Temple and taken Obi-Wan to his space station, leaving Qui-Gon alive, and ripping out the Master/Apprentice bond. Intent on turning the young Padawan to the darkside, Darth Maul locks Obi-Wan in a dark cell with all kinds of horrors and injects him with an unknown drug that causes Obi-Wan to suffer from strange and very realistic visions. In these visions Obi-Wan confronts a very different Qui-Gon - a Qui-Gon that wants to kill him. Meanwhile Qui-Gon is suffering his own ordeal back on Naboo. He nearly dies when the Master/Apprentice bond is severed, but is saved by Palpatine who heals him without Qui-Gon's knowledge. Qui-Gon awakens soon after and slowly begins to heal. Palpatine who is also Darth Sideous watches the Jedi Master from afar.(???)) and it is revealed that he also has claims on the young Padawan, having met him at a official affair some years before and seducing him with the aid of the dark force into his bed. Determined that Qui-Gon Jinn should not interfere with his plans Palpatine decides to give the Jedi Master a distraction that will keep him from looking for his missing apprentice.



*Sometimes it's not reality, but what is perceived as reality that is the most terrifying*

Mist surrounded and parted before him. Obi-Wan Kenobi walked into a nightmare. The landscape was cluttered with debris. Small fires brightly lit the gloom. The ground was scorched, and the silence was oppressive. The thick scent of death hung in the air. Where am I? He wondered. He began moving through corridor after corridor of devastation, feeling his legs grow heavier with each step as it slowly began to dawn on him just exactly where he was. No, it can't be. It was barely recognizable now, but Obi-Wan felt his heart lurch painfully in his chest when he realized he was staring at what remained of the Jedi Temple. He glanced down curiously when his foot bumped something that didn't feel like the other debris and felt bile rise in the back of his throat. He was looking at what had once been a part of someone's arm.

He didn't bother looking for the rest of the corpse. Making his way through the charred ruins, he was mindful not to disturb anything else of what was now most certainly a tomb. The destruction was appalling. Coming to another corner, he came to the base of one of the two statues that had stood just outside the entrance. Lovingly he caressed the blackened stone, remembering when it had been one of the favorite gathering places of younger Padawans. That was when he heard the voices. Clutching the base of the statue, he slowly peered round it, blinking in surprise at the sight of two Masters standing over a young Padawan lying prostrate on the ground. One of them bent over taking the limp form into his arms, letting out a low moan of despair. Obi-Wan started to move forward intent on helping just as the man who had been watching the other two turned making his profile more visible.

"Master Windu!"

Obi-Wan gasped in recognition and relief. He was still alive! Giving up his hiding place, he raced towards them.

"Master. What hap..." he stopped short. The side of Windu's face Obi-Wan had seen must have been shielded from the explosion, while the other side of the Master's face was a different matter altogether. His skin was covered with horrible blisters -parts of the bubbled flesh had been torn away. A flap of skin hung precariously where Master Windu's right cheek had been. The other Master, who was holding the lifeless Padawan, appeared badly burned as well. Pieces of blackened bone pierced through what was once unmarred skin. Obi-Wan bit the inside of his lip to stop the swell of nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. He had seen blaster victims before and even some injuries from small bombs, but never had he seen anything like this.

Mace Windu's face colored with anger as he recognized the young Padawan.

"You! How dare you!"

"Master?"

What was going on? Obi-Wan wondered. His mouth opening in shock and surprise.

Menacingly, Windu advanced on him. "How dare you come back here! This is all your fault!"

"What's all my fault?" Having to ask, although Obi-Wan already knew what the answer would be.

"Everyone is dead...and it's all because of you." Mace hissed.

It was if he'd been slapped. This couldn't be real. Master Windu thought him responsible for the destruction of the Temple? His mind reeled with the impact of the accusation. He and Qui-Gon had not known the Temple was even in danger! The Sith had set off the detonator so quickly and unexpectedly, Obi-Wan could never have gotten to it in time.

"Master...please. You don't know what you're saying."

Mace continued to move towards him.

"I know exactly what I'm saying." he yelled. " I'm not the one who let a Sith Lord kill my Master and set off a detonator while you sat behind a force field and watched it all because you were too hasty and let the enemy catch you off balance and be thrown from battle!"

Suddenly, the limp form of the young Padawan bolted upright and a gnarled hand raised, pointing incriminatingly. Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise. The Padawan he had thought dead was Bruck!

"Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple! Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple!" Blood streaking down his face, Bruck chanted the dreaded childhood nickname the Padawan had given him before they had become friends.

If there was a hell, this was definitely it.

"Bruck, no," Obi-Wan choked on the words.

Bruck's eyes didn't focus on him, making the scene even more surreal. Did everyone believe him responsible for the destruction of Coruscant? Taking a shaky breath, he turned back towards Windu. He couldn't look at Bruck anymore- couldn't look at the drool that fell from his lips -couldn't look at the legs that were grotesquely bent back so far that Obi-Wan knew Bruck would never walk again.

"Master, you need a healer. Let me help you." Obi-Wan forced the words past the dryness in his throat.

"You want to help me?" Mace whispered, the terrible face mere inches from Obi-Wan's own.

"Certainly, help me, Padawan Kenobi."

The Master extended a hand in invitation, and Obi-Wan tentatively reached out to take it, gasping in horror when burned flesh peeled off onto his own fingers. Mace Windu's laughter was bone chilling.

"There's no help for us foolish Padawan," he growled. "We are dead thanks to you. There is no place for you here, even in death, there never was. Get out."

His back turned on the young apprentice.

Bruck stared sightlessly in front of him. "Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple. Oafy-Wan destroyed the Temple."

It was too much. With a small cry, Obi-Wan pivoted on his heel and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He ran not knowing where he was going and not caring - breath coming in ragged gasps- eyes blinded by the tears that would not come. He did not know how long he ran. When he thought he could run no longer, he glanced behind him to see if he had been followed. No one was there. He took huge gulps of air into his aching lungs, trying to ignore the acrid scent of death that surrounded him. His mind grappled with what had just taken place. This wasn't real. This was the drug Maul had injected him with, giving him these visions. It had to be, but Obi-Wan couldn't seem to keep his mind focused on that reality. He had always felt like he struggled to be a part of the Jedi, like he hadn't fit in. Hearing it spoken out loud that the others had always thought so as well was more than he could bear.

Looking around, he was surprised to discover his maddened sprint had nearly carried him past the suites that housed his and Qui-Gon's quarters. This part of the Temple hadn't taken quite such a beating as the rest. Most of it was still standing. He made his way to the familiar door, reaching out and trailing a finger along the outer edge. Singed and blackened, it collapsed as he put his hand out to move it, falling with a loud crash. He walked inside, immediately hampered in his progress by the ton of debris that littered the floor. Making a path through the mess to the center of the room, it started to sink in that this was all that was left of his life as an apprentice. A life he'd led since he was a child. What would he do now that the Jedi were no more? He'd never known anything else -never wanted to be anything else.

His eyes strayed to the door to Qui-Gon's room and he felt a fresh wave of loss cascade over him. He'd rarely if ever ventured into his Master's room. It had taken so much for Qui-Gon to finally accept Obi-Wan as his Padawan that Obi-Wan hadn't wanted to give Qui-Gon any reason whatsoever to regret that long awaited decision. So, he'd suffered through the terrors of childhood on his own. The nightmares and knee knocking thunderstorms. He remembered cowering under his blankets, clutching a pillow for comfort rather than disturb his Master for such a silly thing. Qui-Gon hadn't known how badly he had suffered from nightmares as a child. Obi-Wan had never told him. In fact, Obi-Wan couldn't remember a time that he'd openly gone to his Master for comfort about anything. Instead he had chosen to remain close-mouthed and stoic in the face of all that assaulted him, bearing it alone and without a word. Qui-Gon had thought Obi-Wan would never enter his rooms out of respect for his master. Now, Obi-Wan swallowed hard and entered that forbidden place. The room was barren now, scarred by fire. He was startled badly when he backed into Qui-Gon's old dresser, inadvertently causing it to tip over with a deafening crash.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Obi-Wan whirled around at the unexpected, but familiar voice.

"Master!" he exclaimed. His eyes immediately went to Qui-Gon's hands, remembering the long claws. They were normal.

"Master," he began hesitantly. "I miss you so much. I feel so lost without you." He glanced at the floor. "He...he's hurting me."

The heavy brow lifted in query. "Who's hurting you?"

"The Sith we fought. Darth Maul," he replied quietly.

"Good. You deserve it." With a flurry of his cloak, Qui-Gon spun on his heel and walked into the other room.

"How can you say that!" Obi-Wan yelled after him in disbelief. He was beginning to wonder how many more shocks his system could handle. With a heavy heart, he followed. Qui-Gon stood arms folded, staring out along what used to be their balcony. At one time it had overlooked a beautiful garden, and a bustling section of the city. The only thing it overlooked now was death.

"How can you say that? " Obi-Wan repeated, coming up behind the older man. "I'm your Padawan."

Qui-Gon shook his head.

"No, you're not. Not anymore and you never should have been. I was not ready to take another Padawan. You knew it. Everyone knew it. Yet, I was pressured into accepting you."

"I thought you wanted me to be your student. I thought you liked me," Obi-Wan said softly, stung beyond reprieve. He knew he sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it. "As it was, you nearly let me go into the Agri-Corps instead!" There was no mistaking the hurt and bitterness that entered his voice.

" I took pity on you." Qui-Gon said after a long moment of silence, his hands disappearing inside his sleeves.

"I didn't realize I was a charity case!" Obi-Wan spat, coldly.

"You merely wanted to be my apprentice, Obi-Wan, because of my status in the order. You knew that being my Padawan would be something others would covet. You were jealous of all the other Padawans who had Masters. This is unacceptable for a Jedi."

Obi-Wan stared at him unable to respond. That was when he was a child! Of course he'd wanted to be Qui-Gon's, Padawan, and have everything that went with it, even the envy. Did Qui-Gon think him that petty that he still thought that way? How could he blame a child for wanting that?

Obi-Wan drew in a sharp breath. "I was not aware I was such a burden. I thought you saw something in me worth teaching." Oh yes, he had known. That had been his greatest fear, why he had worked so hard to become accepted.

"I never should have taken you as my Learner." Qui-Gon's eyes settled on his stricken apprentice. "It was a mistake -my mistake. It cost all these lives." His made a sweeping gesture with his arm.

"You're the one who didn't wait for me!" Obi-Wan shouted, unable to stand being blamed for everything any longer. "You're the one who ran ahead to face the Sith on your own!"

Qui-Gon was unruffled. "No, Obi-Wan. You didn't listen to what I taught you. We were facing a well-trained opponent. I told you 'do not center on your anxieties, keep your concentration on the here and now, where it belongs, but not at the expense of the moment'. You let your fear control you the entire time. Your concentration wasn't on that fight!"

Stunned and confused, Obi-Wan ran a hand through his spiky hair trying to regain his center.

"What do you mean I wasn't concentrating on the fight? That's all I was concentrating on!"

"You were thrown from battle because you let your emotions dominate you." Qui-Gon insisted.

"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan began, suddenly feeling very sick to his stomach as he realized where this was going. He was silenced by a harsh look from the elder Jedi.

"Shut up, foolish one!" Qui-Gon snapped. "It's time you listened, for it was your love for me that got me killed!"

Obi-Wan's world fell out from under him. He had never told Qui-Gon how he felt about him, but he had always been dreadfully afraid of how obvious his feelings might be. No matter how he tried to hide them. "No...h-h-how did you ...?"

Qui-Gon sneered. "How did I what? Know that you were in love with me? " He laughed. "My pitiful, little Padawan. How hard was it to miss it when I was living with a love-sick idiot? I knew! I also knew that you were contemplating telling me during the mission! It clouded your judgement and your thoughts. You were furious that I left you behind on Tatooine. You were furious that I took Anakin with us! He got in the way of your little confession, didn't he? And when I said I was taking him as my Learner, you were so jealous, envy practically reeked off of you. Might I add that your confession was forbidden? You know very well what is and what is not allowed by the Code. It was your inability to control your emotions that caused you to fail in that fight and in turn cost me my life! Your love killed me!"

"No, no," Obi-Wan whispered backing away from his Master, shaking his head, denying what he knew to be true. "You went without me. You left me!"

Qui-Gon straightened, hands on hips.

"Keep telling yourself that, Padawan. Maybe someday you will truly believe it."

He took deep shuddering breaths, trying to control his emotions. Hearing such cruel words come out of the man whose words he had respected his entire life was nearly his undoing. He had never heard Qui-Gon speak like this and it was killing him that he had disappointed his Master. Wasn't that what he'd been forever trying to avoid? Instead he'd done the inconceivable. If he hadn't taken that one short glance in concern towards Qui-Gon as they fought the Sith. If his mind had not been focused on the daunting task of how to approach Qui-Gon about his feelings, then he would not have been knocked out of the fight by the Sith. Qui-Gon would still be alive and they would have been able to fight him together.

Obi-Wan's chest constricted as he tried to pull air into his aching lungs. His legs gave out on him and he sank to his knees grasping Qui-Gon's leggings in his hands. "All my fault -all of this. I killed you. Oh Gods, Master, I'm so sorry. I do love you. I love you so much." Qui-Gon laughed as he looked down at his trembling Padawan. "As if I could ever love a sniveling brat like you!" he snarled. "You're worthless, Obi-Wan -always were. You love me? You're a joke."

Something inside Obi-Wan snapped.

"I'm a joke? "

His head jerked up, face expressionless as he released his hold on Qui-Gon and slowly got to his feet.

"I'm too hasty and impatient? I'm worthless? "

Qui-Gon's eyes were wide at the unexpected outburst.

"You taught me that as a Jedi, one should accept what life offers you with calm - with peace and serenity. And just how am I supposed to be calm about the fact that you ignored me time and again when I cried out to be accepted as your Padawan!"

Obi-Wan found he was now the aggressor, advancing on Qui-Gon as the Jedi Master began cautiously backing away from him.

"Then when you accepted me you never seemed to have time for me outside of our training sessions! You never cared about the things I went out of my way to do for you. Hours and hours I spent doing things for you...only you! And you give me up the moment that slave boy comes along? Deciding for me that I was ready to take my trials? Well, you know what Qui-Gon? I hate being calm about everything and I hate the way you never had time for me! That you gave me up for a boy you barely knew. The way you never listened to me. I hate your 'there is no peace only serenity'."

Without warning, Obi-Wan brought up his lightsaber igniting it.

"And I hate you Qui-Gon Jinn!"

In one smooth motion, his saber swept in an arch, slicing cleanly through his Master's midsection. Qui-Gon's mouth opened in eternal surprise as he slid to the floor.

Obi-Wan stared down at the ruined form of his Master in horror.

"What have I done? Oh Gods what have I done?"

He sank down beside the lifeless body, cradling Qui-Gon in his arms. Qui-Gon's head lolled sickeningly -indigo eyes that would see nothing again.

"Master, No Master!" He rained the broad forehead with small kisses. Obi-Wan threw his head back.

"QUIII -GGGGOONNN!"



Obi-Wan's eyes flew open and he struggled to catch his breath. Panic washed over him, and his mind screamed with the knowledge of what had just occurred. Dream or no, he had just killed the one man who meant the world to him. Eyes wide and panting softly, he looked round him. He was back in the Sith's prison. The droids had returned while he had been unconscious. One stooped over him checking vital signs while the other dexterously scanned a datapad. They had been careless with their captive, thinking him not a threat. Beyond them the door to the cell lay wide open. Obi-Wan didn't bother with considering whether or not he should or where he would go. An unrelenting desire to get away from this dreadful place suddenly hit him like a blaster shot. He saw a chance at freedom and in his panicked state it seemed so crazy that it just might work. He glanced back up at the droids above him. They continued to work not noticing that the object of their attention had suddenly awoke.

One minute, the Padawan was lying pliable in the hands of the enemy. The next, he was up, ramming into the droids, knocking them from their feet and bolting through the open doorway. His legs, weak from disuse, screamed at him to stop, but his mind- his conscience- wouldn't allow it. He ran from himself, and the terrible thing he thought he had done. He passed a view port and was halfway down the curiously deserted corridor before he felt a stinging pain coming from his leg. Stopping, he quickly searched for the cause. The offender was in the form of a small syringe, imbedded along his upper thigh. One of the droids had been successful in thwarting his attempt to get away. So intent on making it out of the cell, he had not even felt it pierce the skin. Cursing his own stupidity, he bent over and quickly plucked it out, wincing as he did so and threw it to the ground. Another look over the shoulder showed that his lead was still intact. It didn't last. As he rounded the next corridor, cries of pursuit rose from behind him spurring him on in his efforts. His mind raced. They would expect to find him moving aimlessly about the station, drugged beyond capability, but maybe they wouldn't expect him to hide so soon. Then he might possibly be able to slip by them. Deciding that concealment was his best option, he turned a corner and palmed the lock on the nearest door, nearly falling inside when it opened so quickly. His eyes took in an enormous storage bay. The room was dark and stacked from floor to ceiling with large crates. Biting his lip against the pain in his leg, he limped forward to hastily duck behind a massive crate containing life support packs. He wiped at his eyes and attempted to control his breathing. Even so, it still took him some time to notice that his leg was almost numb where the syringe had been. In fact, the feeling seemed to be spreading in a deliberate pattern from his thigh to his pelvis. What in Sith hells had they injected him with this time? Groaning, he brought a hand to his forehead, which had grown damp with perspiration.

"Master, " he whispered brokenly, burying his head in his hands as Qui-Gon's face appeared before him. His mind again replayed the awful scene where the Sith cut Qui-Gon down, but this time before the blade hit its mark Maul's face was replaced with Obi-Wan's own. He saw a flash and the glow of his blue saber as it ran his Master through. Something warm and sticky was on his hands. Eyes flying open, he brought them in front of him only to gasp in horror at the sight of them soaked with blood -blood which he knew without a doubt belonged to Qui-Gon. Blood that was even now running in rivulets down each side of his face where his hands had been. Frantically, he wiped them on his leggings, seeking to clean them. All he succeeded in doing was turning them a brilliant pink. He shook his head to clear it and when he brought them up again they were spotless, so were his leggings, as if it had never happened. Which he now realized it had not. Sliding to the cold floor, and wrapping his arms around his legs, Obi-Wan slowly rocked back and forth

"Force, not real. Wasn't real. Nooooooo." Though whether he was talking about the previous vision or this one he did not know.

A little voice in the back of his mind said: It didn't have to be real did it? All that matters is that you killed him. In your mind, you killed your precious Master. You wanted him dead...

"Qui-Gon," he muttered miserably. "I would never have hurt you. Oh Gods, please. I loved you. This is the drug, just the drug."

Keep telling yourself that little Padawan.

The little voice inside him said again. With a sound that was more like a high pitched wail, Obi-Wan leaned over and pulled at his hair while he continued to rock back and forth in anguish. His braid slapping lightly against his chest with the movement. The past began to intermingle with the present and Obi-Wan heard the words Qui-Gon had uttered years ago when he was still trying to convince Obi-Wan he would never take on another Padawan:

"There is too much risk he will turn to the dark side." Qui-Gon had said many a time.

I'm going mad. I must be. Am I turning to the dark side?

"Force, what's real and what isn't? I don't think I know anymore," he murmured to himself.

As a child, Obi-Wan had constantly struggled to control his anger and fear. As an adult, that anger and fear had become the cause of his Master's downfall. He had been angry at Qui-Gon for pushing him away, for being so cold to him, and treating him like a child. He had then feared he would never be able to tell the elder Jedi how he felt about him, and racked his brain the entire trip from Tatooine to Naboo on how to tell his Master how he felt. He had been distracted by the fact that he still hadn't been able to bring it to the front before the fight with Darth Maul. He had been careless and let his emotions get in the way. His love had killed the one person he had loved more than life itself. With that revelation, came a small sob as Obi-Wan accepted that he truly was responsible for the death of Qui-Gon Jinn.

It was at that moment, he began to feel extremely weak and dizzy. The numbness had spread from his pelvis to his stomach.

Sith! He cursed inwardly, slumping back against the crate. No, not now!

No doubt this other drug would soon render him unconscious yet again, but he'd be damned if he was going down without a fight. His body had other ideas though as the room suddenly began to spin wildly about him. The spasm finally passed and he could think clearly again.

What did he think he was he doing? There was no way to escape the Sith. The only thing he was going to accomplish was invoking Maul's anger to no end and maybe a beating which the Sith had yet to do, but he had been unable to think past anything else except getting free. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated on trying to find his center. Being unable to call upon the Force was wearing him down, it was one of the worst things he had ever felt in his life. The Force had been a part of him for so long he was completely lost at the lack of its presence. He could not remember a time it had not been there. Yet, now here he was blind to the one thing that might have been able to help him out of this predicament. He finally gave up and looked around the room. It was nearly pitch dark, but he could tell the area was well stocked. Supplies were stacked from floor to ceiling. Shifting position, his arm bumped a small box beside him. He squinted in the darkness just making out the small insignia on the side. It was the Corellian Trade Guild's mark. That meant there had to be a docking bay nearby...and a docking bay meant escape. It was slim, but there was a chance he could make it to a ship. For the first time since he had been dragged out of the Generator room on Naboo, Obi-Wan Kenobi felt hope. He leaned against the cool crate, trying to prepare himself for the trial ahead, crying out when without warning a massive cramp hit him causing him to lurch over clutching his stomach. He was so hungry! Though they had been taught at the temple how to survive for long periods of time without food, he had rarely put the tactics learned to use.

Sith! with the way he was feeling right now, Obi-Wan wasn't entirely sure he could pilot a ship successfully. But one thing at a time, he would worry about that when he got to it. He had to get there first. He had just started to get gingerly to his feet when the door to the storage room opened and Darth Maul entered. Quickly, Obi-Wan ducked down, biting off a moan as his entire body protested the move. Had Maul seen him? The Padawan didn't think so. Biting his lower lip nervously, he wondered why the Sith was here. Had someone seen him come in? No, if they had they would not have waited this long to retrieve him. There hadn't been anyone in the corridor when he entered the storage room. So why out of all the rooms in this section had the Sith chosen this one? Or was he systematically checking each room? That was crazy, Obi-Wan thought Maul would have no reason to think he had ducked into a room this close to his small prison when Obi-Wan could just as easily be several levels above or below Maul by now. Obi-Wan you idiot! He silently berated himself suddenly comprehending that the absence of guards along the corridor likely meant they were stationed in other sectors and had probably reported he had not come that way yet. He would have kicked himself if he'd been able to do so.

"Obi-Wan."

The Padawan started violently at the sudden soft whisper of his name. The disembodied voice sounded like it had come from right behind him, but he knew the Sith could not be more than a few meters from the entrance.

"I know you're in here, Jedi." Maul insisted. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Obi-Wan pressed his back as flat against the crate as possible.

He could hear the Sith's footfalls as he moved further into the darkened room.

"Did you think to escape me, Jedi?"

The voice came from somewhere off to Obi-Wan's right.

"Or did you just want to play?"

Maul's laughter echoed all around him, taunting.

Swallowing hard, Obi-Wan attempted to calm his breathing, but nothing could stop the hammering of his heart.

"Fine, We'll play. You cannot use the Force. I won't use it to find you again, fair enough?" he cackled.

You're lying. Obi-Wan thought. You don't know I'm in here. You can't sense me either.

Even so, he nearly jumped out of his skin when something fell with a clatter to the floor.

"You shouldn't have run, Jedi. More's the worse for you. Though I'm surprised you had the strength to move at all. Must be that Jedi training kicking in...By the way, how are you feeling now?" Maul asked, voice dripping with mock concern.

Sweat began running down his back and his hair was plastered to his face. He didn't dare wipe at it for fear that any small noise would draw the Sith's attention. The numbness that had originated in his thigh was now taking over his entire lower torso, making it take all his effort just to keep standing, but he wasn't going to tell Maul that. Whatever drug this latest one he'd been given was, it worked agonizingly slow on its host. In fact, he was sweating so much, that a small puddle had formed at his feet.

"I can smell you, Jedi. Smell your fear."

Obi-Wan had awakened from one nightmare only to find himself transported into another. Would he ever be free of this creature? He wasn't going to last much longer -knew he had to get out of there. Struggling to place one foot in front of the other, he began moving, keeping the crates at his back, in the direction of the door. He would not give in -could not. It was either escape now or lose his sanity altogether - succumb to madness. He was stopped short and nearly toppled over on his weak leg when he heard another crash closer behind him. It took another loud crash for Obi-Wan to understand that the Sith was pulling out the crates one by one, searching the room methodically. That was the noise he had heard earlier, and that meant the Sith was getting entirely too close for comfort. Another meter or so and he would be parallel with the crate Obi-Wan had first slipped behind. Desperately, he looked around for something that could help him when he noticed a large cargo net in the next crate. Maybe he could use it on Maul, trapping him long enough to give Obi-Wan the few seconds he needed to reach the docking bay. Back protesting as he leaned over the top of the crate, he reached in and pulled it out.

"I'm going to fuck you, Jedi. You know that, don't you? And you're going to want it."

Obi-Wan was glad Maul had chosen that exact moment to knock aside another crate, yet again causing a loud crash that covered his very audible gasp at the Sith's words. His blood turned to ice at the idea and the subsequent image it placed in his head. Another bout of dizziness hit him, this time accompanied by nausea, making him almost give up and lay down in the floor right then and there. He was becoming more and more disoriented by the moment, and losing his control over his limbs. Obi-Wan knew he was going to have to make a move now or surrender to the drug. He refused to give in. Straightening to his full height, he cautiously glanced over the top of the crate. Maul was certainly getting closer, in fact; all he had to do was turn around and he would see Obi-Wan immediately. Obi-Wan nervously fingered the large net in his hands. How was he going to get it over the Sith's head before Maul could see him? Inspiration struck when he noticed that Maul was in an area where the crates were precariously stacked on top of one another. One good shove at the right angle would bring the entire section crashing down. Calculating quickly in his head, Obi-Wan's eyes lit upon the crate that would instigate the landslide. Licking his lips, he edged forward, simultaneously dropping the netting, he no longer needed, to the floor.

He waited until Maul moved into the dark corner, then with a strength he didn't know he possessed, crossed the distance between them in three huge steps, lunging with all his might and throwing himself into the crate nearest the Sith, propelling it into the others

The effect was immediate. The crates collapsed inwardly on each other just as Maul turned with a cry of dismay. Furious yellow eyes met gray-blue before Darth Maul was buried beneath a mountain of supplies.

Relief washed over Obi-Wan as his enemy disappeared from sight. Triumphantly, he gave one last glance over his shoulder then turned to flee from the room and was promptly tripped by something unseen, knocking the air out of his lungs as he landed hard on the floor. His foot had tangled in the dropped netting. Nearly screaming with frustration, he raced to free himself. That proved to be impossible. The entire right side of his body had now gone numb and he was only able to place one hand on the netting to pull at it. He stared in disbelief at his limp right hand. This could not be happening! Not now! He was so close. Panic set in, as he realized the rest of his body was subsequently beginning to feel the same way. Abandoning attempts to free himself he started crawling on hands and knees for the doorway. He didn't even think about how he would get the door open. His body felt so heavy and cold. The coldness spread across his shoulder blades into, down into his lower back into his left thigh, making the hair on his body stand on end. Then the cold began seeping into his neck, stiffening it until he could no longer turn it to either side. It went into his jaw as he gasped, sealing it shut. Next thing he knew, he felt it in both hands, balling them up like the flesh of a withered corpse. He flopped over onto his back and stared helplessly up at the ceiling, seeing only his chest move with the rise and fall of his breath. A noise came from the direction where Darth Maul had been buried. The Sith had finally freed himself.

"Well, well," Maul said, coming over to stand above the immobile Padawan, dusting himself off.

"That was unexpected. You have such a flair for the unusual, young Kenobi."

Obi-Wan could say nothing, watching silently as Maul crouched over him, pulling the cursed netting from his leg.

The Sith rolled his eyes. "You do know that was completely pointless don't you? Running from your cell, and trying to bury me alive? Fool."

He leaned forward to within inches of Obi-Wan's nose, a wide smile appeared on his face.

"Excruciating isn't it? Being able to see and hear everything around you, but unable to do anything about it? Unable to even move a muscle, outside of your eyes of course. "

If Obi-Wan had been able to, he would have spit in the Sith's face.

"Though it's interesting how long the drug took to finally subdue you." He frowned. "It usually affects a person much quicker."

Maul rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still you are a Jedi."

A soft-gloved hand moved to stroke Obi-Wan's cheek.

"A Jedi...that's completely at my mercy."

The hand slid from his cheek down his chest to the tie at his leggings, sliding under them to cup the warm flesh beneath.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he glared daggers at the Sith. Maddened by Maul's repulsive touch and being unable to do a thing about it.

Maul only smiled at him in return, saying with a hitch to his voice, "Nice, but not yet. I think a punishment is in order for your little escapade this morning."

It was morning? Obi-Wan wondered how many days that made that he had been the Sith's captive. To him, it seemed like forever.

"Come little Jedi, " Maul said as he slid arms beneath the Padawan's knees and back, pulling him into his arms. "It's my turn for games now."

The Sith's teeth shone even in the half-light of the storage room.

TBC.....

No movies starring original trilogy actors, who try to kill their wives by giving them paralyzing drugs and then placing them in a tub full of water to drown, were copied during this story. We all know 'What Lies Beneath'.