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[sithcretapprentice]

Who| Starkiller and Susannah Dean
What| Starkiller gets keelled
Where| A floor. It's vague.
When| Week 4
Warnings/Notes| DEATH?!

[It's a wonder that Starkiller has managed to hold onto his sanity for this long. Maybe it's the fact that he'd had someone to keep him company and that made it easier to keep his focus off the fact that his slippers make the breathing noises of his old Master every time he takes a step.

Now that he's alone, however, he can feel that little grasp of sanity leaving him. It sets him on edge every time he hears them because he feels like Darth Vader is going to come at him at any moment and he has no lightsaber or no Force to defend himself with.

So with no one left to distract him, he's finally at his breaking point.]

ENOUGH!

[He shifts into a sitting position, pulling his foot towards him and taking a slipper in hand. He pulls at it, and as he does so he can feel it pulling skin, like they're grafted to his feet or something. He lets out a pained and frustrated growl. In a way, he's desperate to get them off because they're a constant reminder of Darth Vader, as if he's never going to be able to escape him.

It's painful. So very painful, as he pulls at the slipper, trying to get it off. Perhaps it seems childish of him, yelling at his slippers and trying to damn hard to get them off. But no one knows what he's gone through and no one knows his circumstances.

Unfortunately for him, he's making quite the target of himself with his actions. Especially because as he tugs at it, slowly ripping his skin in the process, the shoes continue breathing.]

Comments

waiting a comment to do the actual throwing in case you want to do more with the slippers

[dividedgirlofmine]

[Boy, is he! In fact, he's being so loud that he probably isn't noticing the dark woman gliding forward towards him in a wheelchair. She's got an unreadable look in her eye.

What she's doing, of course, is sizing him up. Susannah thinks she may have seen him around District Three before this. One of Eddie's? A new one if he is. She hopes new enough that Eddie won't be too cross with her if she takes him down. Because she will, she's decided. He's a grown man, a fair target, and he'd be better off anywhere but here.

She'll go for the throat and chest, she decides. Finish him off quickly and easily.

Better do it quick, she thinks, reaching cross-handed into the two bags set on the inside of her chair that hold her chakrams. Every second gave him another chance to see her and make this more complicated than it needs to be.]

[sithcretapprentice]

[Starkiller is, unfortunately, completely oblivious to the presence behind him. He's still trying desperately to get the obnoxious slipper off of his foot and it's not working all that well. Sweat is beading on his forehead and he's in obvious pain as he tugs at it. He's fueled by adrenaline and anger, though and it's making him do the stupid thing and continuing.

The fact that they're apparently grafted to his skin is becoming obvious, as blood begins to soak the fabric from the inside out and drip out of them. Eventually the pain becomes too much and he has to take a break, his breathing ragged and mixing in with the sound of the slippers.]

Of all the things, why did it have to be this?

[His voice cracks lightly, either from pain or desperation or both. He could handle anything but these slippers. Maybe if Darth Vader's betrayal weren't so fresh in his mind, it would be easier. But that pretty much means they were bound to drive him insane eventually.

It looks like eventually is now.]

[dividedgirlofmine]

[Susannah is bemused and almost captivated by his struggle. Why in the world does he hate those slippers so much--and why does he keep trying to tug them off, oblivious to the rest of the world, when they seem quite stuck on?

But-- he's stopped tugging and very soon he's going to see her and it has to be now.]

RIZA!

[She flings the chakrams cross-handedly, like she'd learn with orizas in the Callas all those many months ago. Her aim is as true as ever. One of the sharp flying disks ends up in the man's chest--the other hits his throat.]

[sithcretapprentice]

[It's the shout that has him turning towards her. He would be lying if he said it didn't startle him to suddenly hear her; she'd managed to sneak up on him disturbingly well- or he really just hadn't been paying attention like he ought to have been.

Unfortunately for him, he doesn't have time to do a damn thing. His foot is too injured to even stand, not that it matters because the chakrams hit him shortly after. When it embeds itself in his chest, it's an entirely different feeling than the burn of the lightsaber when Vader had stabbed him. This it just cold, sharp steel.

He doesn't think much about it though- doesn't even have time, because that second one is slicing open his throat and pain is exploding everywhere. There are pained gurgles as he attempts to breathe but can't with all of the blood in his throat. Fortunately for him, it doesn't last long and he doesn't really even have the time to think about it before he's blacking out and falling limp to the floor.]

[dividedgirlofmine]

[Susannah finishes rolling over to him, climbs down from her wheelchair, closes the Starkiller's eyes with her fingers, methodically checks to see if he has anything of worth on him, removes her chakrams and then rolls the Starkiller over and starts cleaning the blades on his clothing.

With luck--bad or good, she isn't sure--he'll be back in the Capitol soon.]