Darkness

From TFC Galactopedia

It’s sunny today. The warm beams make me glad to be alive. Everyday I’m getting bigger. The child within me grows, I can feel it moving sometimes! What a joy knowing that in a few months I will have a little one of my own. David and I have been waiting for so long. We’ve been trying so hard, and finally, well, I’m just so happy about this pregnancy.

They’re here. Dressed in dark robes, only their eyes are showing. Cold, hard, calculating eyes… A flash of insight! I recognize these eyes! I trusted her, and now, well, I don’t know what now.

They knock me to the ground, and go striding past me, into my humble home. I try to scream out to David. I realize my mistake the moment the noise leaves my lips. Everything seems to be in slow motion.

David comes running from the back of the house. They see him. They turn from my door toward him. He sees Them. His eyes widen as I reach for his hand. He touches me for a fleeting moment. His hand is warm and sweaty… it’s shaking. With purpose and without hesitation, he pulls the pistol from his belt. But it’s too late.

She signals Them forward. Slowly, they pull silver cylinders from their belts. My heart starts beating faster, faster, up into my throat. They gesture, and beams of red light shoot up from the bases. They have lightsabers!

“David!” but the word gets caught in my throat, next to my frantically pounding heart.

I see flashes of red… Black. David. Blood…. Spinning… nothing.

Darkness.

My eyes flutter open, but it’s still dark. I grope the air to my left, then my right, desperately searching.

“David? David!” but there’s no answer. I touch my stomach, afraid for the baby. I feel her stir. Her? This is the first time I’ve felt as though I knew the child’s gender.

He’s not here. Where am I? I can feel this tiny dark cell vibrate. Perhaps I’m in the belly of a ship. Where are they taking me? What will they do to me? What about my daughter? The fears well up in my stomach, then my heart, traveling slowly upwards to the back of my throat; bile, I feel sick… and I know:

He’s dead. And I will be, too… The darkness enfolds me. Tears come streaming down my face.

Darkness.