Star-Wars-Elite

A ripple went through the Council Chamber. Anakin stumbled mid-argument, the breath leaving his lungs as he felt a vast amount of life silenced in a blink. The sudden silence in the chamber was deafening. The new void, a big gaping wound in the Force. Anakin broke into a cold sweat, fighting the urge to puke. He clutched his head, a throbbing headache forming behind his eyes. His Force sensitivity was greater than any member of the council, even Yoda’s. Anakin felt the terror and agony of the lifeforms as they were snuffed out in a blink. Wiping perspiration from his jaw, he looked around the chamber, gauging the other Jedi’s reactions. Obi-Wan rubbed his chin, a habit he fell into when deep in thought. A pained scowl marked Mace Windu’s face and Yoda’s wizened form hunched forward in his seat, as if he were physically in pain from the deaths. The state he was in, Anakin didn’t dare search the Force for answers. Folding his arms, he remained standing on the Republic crest in the

“Brainwashed . . . Brainwashed . . . You’re brainwashed . . .” The voice shouted in Gavin’s mind as he ran down the bright, sterile corridor, unsure where he was going, only knowing that he had to get away or the bad people would get him. “You’re brainwashed . . .” Up and down the branching hallways, the sharp smell of antiseptic clogging his nostrils, his heart ramming against his ribs. They were coming, they were almost here, he could feel it! “There you are!” The hands emerged from behind him, squeezing him around the torso to the point of pain and no matter how much he screamed and kicked, he couldn’t break himself free. They yanked him back, back, back . . . “You’re brainwashed . . .” Suddenly he was in a darkened room, the hands strapping him to a cold, hard table. “Don’t be afraid,” said a deep, hard, menacing voice. “It won’t hurt, and when it’s over, you’ll be happy.” A scream built up in Gavin’s throat, but his mouth couldn’t emit it. “You’ll be happy,” the