Dionne closed her eyes and rested her head against the cold durasteel of the turboshaft. The cold steel sent a shiver down each of her lekku as goose bumps formed on their skins surface. Behind the darkness of her eyelids she relived the scene of the alien she had killed earlier that night. The whole ordeal playing itself over and over in her minds eye. The sound of the aliens blaster being pulled clear of its holster had boomed in her ears far louder than it should of. It was as if her mind had somehow given her the ability to hear as well as a Mustapharian lavahound to warn her of the impending danger. She still did not know how she did it, how she knew to spin at just the right time to catch his wrist, to sidestep his stance to come around him, wrist still in hand and to twist the large aliens arm behind his back at such a fierce angle that she had felt something pop in the large man's shoulder. All of which had made her wonder where she had gotten the strength to achieve such a feat. Trandoshans were equal to that of a full grown Wookiee when it came to raw natural born strength. Yet here Dionne had bent the mans arm as if it were a wet twig, breaking something in the process.
The angle at which the arm had been bent had allowed Dionne to slam the alien face down into the sabaac table. A act that had caused a loud crunching sound to come from the Trandoshans face when it hit the table, dazing the alien to the point that he dropped the blaster from his hand. As Dionne relived the scene over and over she kept reasoning that the fight should of been over right there. The alien was clearly disarmed and no longer was much of a threat with a probably broken arm to go with its now broken face. Each time she watched the scene in her mind she screamed at herself to stop. Not to do it, not to grab the vibroblade that Sage had given her. But no matter how hard she screamed at herself in her mind, she could not go back in time, to stop herself as she gripped the blade in her hand and stabbed it through the aliens skull with a single blow. Again something Dionne should not of had the strength to do, even with a vibroblade. What scared her more than watching the act of her murdering the now defenseless alien, was the feeling that she felt when she had done it. She had not only wanted to kill the alien, she had enjoyed doing it, and that scared her most of all.
“Are they fighting again?” a deep voice said, shocking Dionne back into the present. Before in the now opened doorway of the turboshaft stood Lavenders, partner? Liel. Dionne tried her best to compose herself, she had not even realized that the turboshaft had arrived at her penthouse, let alone that the doors had opened. Just how long had she been standing there she wondered, but more importantly how long had he been watching her. She did not care for how Liel stared at her, always a mix of rage, jealousy and lust seemed to swirl in the looks he gave her. She did not know if he wanted to kill her or fuck her. And she couldn’t help but admit that part of her wanted it to be the latter. The maker himself knew that it had been, well she didn’t know how long it had been, but it seemed as if it had been forever.
“They fight over you, you know?” The large dark skinned Zabrak said as he stepped into the turboshaft cabin to block any attempt at her making a hasty exit. “I don’t know what your talking about Liel.” Dionne said in the best voice she could muster. “And what are you doing in my Penthouse?” She asked already knowing the answer. She was rarely alone these days. If either Sage or Lavender were not attached to her skirt tails, it was Liel. Lavenders, well Dionne didn’t exactly know what he was to her. She knew that he was some kind of gladiator of some sort who fought in the lower levels of Coruscant. But it seemed to her that Liel “belonged” to Lavender. Not as a equal, as a boyfriend of a husband would be, but rather as a possession.
Liel took her in, giving her one of those looks when his eyes finally came up to meet hers. “You really do not remember what you are do you?” He asked, totally ignoring her question. “Who you are?” he added as he regarded her and the blood spatters that were scattered up her right arm. This question shocked her, and she could tell by his reaction that he knew it as well. She had told nobody, outside of her doctor of her memory issues as of late. Had her Chadra-Fan doctor betrayed her confidentiality and told Lavender or Sage about her condition? She felt a well of anger swell up inside of her at the thought of her doctor betraying her like that. She found herself picturing herself electrocuting the little alien to death with purple lightning that formed at her fingertips.
The feeling of Liel’s rough hand clasp about her neck shocked her from her nightmare of a daydream. Rather than being faced with the idea that she could, or even would do such a thing to the Chadra-Fan, she was faced with the visage of Leil’s face twisted into a snarl as she spoke to her. “You are not this weak creature that you pretend to be!” He said, spittal spraying her face as he said the words. “If …..... she...knew you were.....” Dionne gasped the words out as her hands tried in a futile effort to pry Liel’s hand from her throat. She could feel the panic growing within her, but also she could feel something else, the panic was not growing but rather turning into something else. Anger. And it was growing inside her at a rapid pace.
“Oh she knows far more than you can imagine. As does your slave.” He growled as his grip tightened even tighter around her throat. Did he mean Sage, she wondered, and if so in what sense. Sure she worked long hours, but it was at Sage’s own insistence. The mention of a slave put a pause to Dionne’s growing anger, but it had just been for a instant. Now her anger was at its boiling point, and she had, had enough of this fucking males shit she decided. Dionne did not flee from the anger as she had done recently, but instead she embraced it. At that instant it was as Dionne could tap into some bottomless well of power, and she found herself drawing from it as easily as if it was breath. Dionne felt herself pry first one, and then another of Liel’s fingers from her throat. She expected to see some form of shock on the large zabrak’s face as she pried his fingers away from her, but instead, was he smiling at her?
Dionne could feel that from the growing anger within her, that it would soon need an outlet. At first she had thought it to be like a fire, one that could be extinguished when its need had passed. But the faster it grew inside of her, the more she realized that it was more like trying to contain a bolt of lightning, and that it needed to be released. As she looked into Liel’s dark eyes, she decided on whom she would release the storm upon. He seemed to sense this a moment before it happened, Dionne noted as she watched the smile upon his face fade, give way to a look of “oh shit” as if he had a idea of what was about to happen. “You will …... unhand me!!” Dionne screamed as she released the storm within her, its full fury focused on the man in front of her.
The turboshaft cabin seemed to explode around Dionne with an invisible energy, like thunder without sound. Durasteel bent, glass windows shattered, and Liel, who had seemed like such an immovable force just seconds ago was thrown from the turboshaft and against the far wall of the hallway like a childs bouncy ball, slamming hard against the wall before hitting the floor, bouncing twice before coming to a stop.
Dionne once again found herself reaching for the vibroblade at her back as she stepped from the shattered hull of the turboshaft, purple lightning crackling in her wake as she approached the downed zabrak to deliver the killing blow for his daring to put his hands on her. She used her foot to flip the prone man over onto his back before she straddled him, vibroblade raised above her head in both hands. While the man had been stunned from her assault, she was glad that he was not completely out of it. She wanted him to see his death coming. To know that it was her who had killed him.
But even the best laid plans do not always come to fruition Dionne realized. For even as she gave her arms the command to drive the blade in her hands down into the zabraks chest, a blinding exploding pain erupted from the back of her head. Dionne felt her body go limp as she fell forward first onto Liel and then rolling off of him and onto her side. The last thing she saw was a pair of red high heels with a cute design embroidered at their toes standing in what looked like the shattered remains of a very expensive water vase. “Cute shoes” she thought to herself as darkness grew around the edges of her eyesight, eventually taking her eyesight from her “Lavender has a pair just like them” was the last thing she thought before the darkness swallowed her mind.