The Past

[Cedric Dorn]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

He growled.

There were no words, not yet, but only because he had to stand first, had to speak from a place of authority. He was not quick and lithe like Kiber, he wasn't small and skinny. Cedric was bulky, big, so as he stood, he couldn't avoid the rocks that had been flung his way. First one, then two, then a third struck him hard, pelting him and digging deep into the exposed muscle.

A growl escaped him again, and finally he stood. "ENOUGH!"

The room shook.

Rocks fell from the cavern ceiling, the throne scattered into a thousand pieces, the entire place seemed to crumble as Cedric suffered through his rage. His hand reached up, and he grasped for his cousin. He seized him within an embrace of the force, dark chains surrounding and wrapping him up tight, lifting him from his feet and tearing him into the air.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Enough?

No, it wasn't enough, it was a long away from being enough! At every turn it felt like Anja and Cedric were crushing him, finding any positive in his life and turning it into a new source of pain. There was retribution to be had, in spades, and in that moment in time he felt like getting it all of it out.

Probably wasn't meant to be, however, given that he was suddenly wrenched into the air, limbs pinned down to his side by the constricting nature of the Force.

“NO!”

He writhed as much as was possible, his head thrashing from side-to-side as he attempted (and failed) to try and brute force his way out of his cousin's snare. It was futile and in ordinary circumstance he would have just hung limp and given up but the gangly man was too full of rage to play passive for once.

“LET ME GO!”

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[member="Cedric Dorn"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Cedric held his cousin in place, his grip only growing stronger as Kiber struggled and struggled against the bonds that held him.

"You see, Cousin?" The Sith Lord entirely ignored whatever his cousin was talking about, clearly it wasn't important. Cedric still felt anger and rage, he still seethed, but there was golden opportunity in this, there was something here that wasn't there before. Kiber was fighting back, he wasn't taking it like a whelp, like a rat that needed to be ended before it bred. Oh how fruitful his efforts had been.

How long had he waited for this? How long had he wanted Kiber to stand?
"Your rage. Your anger!" He sounded nearly gleeful. "Do you see what you can do with it? Do you see what you can accomplish?"

Blood soaked Cedric's clothes where the rocks had struck him, an odd patchy blackness that seemed to dig through the cloth.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Cedric's near-joy at the situation was like throwing fuel onto the fire, it was exactly what he didn't want to hear. Kiber didn't want rage, or anger, power wasn't what he craved or a restoration for family glory. What he wanted was simple, not-important. He wanted credits, spice, women. A life of luxury but without any of the effort needed to achieve it.

Pedestrian dreams.

Long-since fading.

He might have never managed to get to where he wanted to be, but he would have been happy enough to have lived his loser's life regardless. At least he still had control. Not like now. Between Cedric and Anja his life had careened off course, and every time he tried to reclaim it, things just got worse.

As the invisible grip around him tightened Kiber only tried to thrash harder, taking wild ragged breaths that actually sounded painful to take in.

“IT'S MY KARKING LIFE!” the gangly man roared, spittle spraying furiously from his mouth.

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[member="Cedric Dorn"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

Cedric lashed his arm.

It was a quick, sudden jerk. A single pull that ended with his hand opening. Kiber would go flying across the room, soaring even, he would feel the chains around him loosen, and then disappear as he flew across the room, directly towards one of the cave walls. The Sith Lord threw his cousin across the room, a single dismissive gesture as his voice boomed through the cave.

"Then take control of it!" He yelled, the room shaking as the force flowed through him.

The pup on the ground began to stir, its skin now transformed into a mesh of scales and spikes, its eyes fierce and its maw filled with savage teeth. It stood, stretching as it tried to fit within its own skin.

Cedric began to laugh. It was a sickening, gnarling, gash of teeth, hardly a laugh that one could call human. Yet it erupted from him, soared from him as though it were the first time he had laughed in an age.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Like trash he was tossed aside, hitting the cave's wall with a hard thud. The man cried out upon impact, his head and shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. He felt the trickle of blood slither down the side of the face, felt the hot throbbing ache in his shoulder but his fury was still not dampened.

Take control?! How could he when his life was in part owned by his cousin and the rest by his master? In that moment, in his anger-riddled thoughts the only viable option to taking back his own life was to kill them both,

He wasn't strong enough.

Yet.

Getting back to his feet Kiber didn't have the words to respond to Cedric this time, instead choosing to scream at his cousin before running at him once again. It was foolish, really, running at a Sith Lord like a brain-dead Mandalorian but the anger suppressed logic.

As the corrupted hound accepted it's new form and fate, Kiber drew back his arm, shoulder shooting with pain as he did. If he got close enough he planned on sinking his pasty fist into the centre of Cedric's face.

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[member="Cedric Dorn"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

[member="Kiber Dorn"]

He had done it.

It had taken in...he didn't even know anymore. For so long, for what seemed like ages, Kiber had been a failure. He had been weak, broken, fractured, a piece of filth that was not worth the name Dorn. He was something that Cedric had looked at as a worm. A man that would not fight or stand up for himself, who would simply stand and be broken by any fist that came along. Yet now...now it was different. He was ready to fight, to kill, to take on someone stronger than him.

It was what he wanted all along.

His cousin charged him, and Cedric stood his ground. His face contorted, the laughter slowly dying down. The hound on the ground seemed to stay still, watching its master charge the Sith Lord. Cedric only grinned, and as Kiber came within two steps of him, the Sith Lord reached out.

A single touch, a press of his finger against Kiber's head, and suddenly a pulse would reach out. It was the darkside pressing in an instant into Kiber's mind, touching the burned marks upon his flesh and twisting them to a purpose. Kiber would feel a sudden jarring pain, and then the abyss would take him.