School of hard knocks(open)

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*As the bike neared, all Chucky could hear was the voice of his mother...echoing through his head, it just wouldn't end.

Son...you'll never amount to anything...

The vile image of the women spewed out at him, as the headlights of the oncoming vehical grew brighter and brighter. What had happened? How did he end up here? And why? Then it all came flooding back.

He was a run-away, grew up the hard way way before his time, But now, as the drunken savage at the helm of the giant mass of speeding metal came towards him, it was child's thoughts that kept popping up.

I wanna go home...

Please let this be a dream...

I want my mommy...

He raised his arms above his face desperately, almost instinctively as the speeder bike screamed to a hault. Obviously the driver had tried to swerve away, but he had knicked him in the ribcage hard enough to knock him off his feet. As he hit the cold durasteel wall, all he could remember was the man getting off his ride and just staring...probably debating whether he should call for help and explain to the authorities how a sixteen year-old ended up like this or just leaving him there. His mind ran in circles, fast, impossibly fast as he closed his eyes for what he thought would be the last time...*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Amazingly, he opened them...wide-eyed and horrified. He was in a dazziling white room, with awkward flouresent lights. It was so intense that for a minuet or two, he was completely oblivious to anything that was going on around him.

After he adjusted to the scenery, he tried desperately to remember what had happened. And to his dismay, he had no recollection anything at all. He was now really, really freaked out...he could remember some hag insulting him and belittling him, but not her name or who she was. Just a face and a voice.

((Swish))

The door made a funny noise as it opened. And a man, seemed kinda arrogant from his posture, walked into the room with a few nurses not to far behind. For some strange reason the patient thought it would be wise to pretend he was still sleeping so he closed his eyes quickly and tried to listen as best he could.*

Doctor:"Nurse, How long 'as he been this way?"

Nurse #1:"A few days..."
*She said this with a giggle, which was very strange, but then he realized she probably had some school girl crush on the Doctor.*

Doctor:"What's his name?"

Nurse #1:"Watts, Charles...opps! I mean 'Chucky'..."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The male doctor was obviously a little surprised to see the name 'Chucky' on the datasheet, because he raised his eyebrow but it soon faded and he quickly resumed with his analisis.

He poked and proded the boy for a few minutes, and finally turned punched in some code into a datapad he had been carrying, and placed it back inside his white lab coat. Then, motioning for the nurses to leave, the door opened and the all walked out.

After this proceedure, Chucky had opened his eyes and jumped off the cot he was laying on. Streached his back and walked out of the room, not realizing until later that he was wearing a faded blue apron thing.

Retro...*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Slowly pacing at first, he tried to take in the surroundings. Then in happened. A bang, flash of light, and the pain...He opened his eyes to find that he was sweating profusely. His small paper apron that was covering his was drenched in sweat, and he could still feel the fear that plaugued him. However, the source remained a mystery.

He was sitting in the corner of the building, probably part of some kind of antechamber, just sitting there as the lights on the cieling began to go out, one by one.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Off in one of the rooms a special report could be heard...*

"This just in... Reports of a local Crime lord, Mr. Edward Watts, have been in. Apparently he was murdered in his home estate just off of Nar Shadda in the confusion of the Mandalorian attack. More news at the top of the hour..."

*It faded away once more and he was left with the gentle buzzing of the remaing flourescent lights. Eventually all of them were out and the corridor was thrown into darkness. An ally to most on this shit-hole of a planet....*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He began to creep towards the nearest would-be exit, and mostly by luck, he stumbled into the kitchen.

Good...I can still remember what 'food' is...

He reached into the refridgerator and pulled out a half empty bottle of Juma juice with a label that said 'Ashley' on it and a ol favorite, the Palpatine bar.

As he scarfed down the food and drank the rest of the content in the bottle it warmed him up just a little and the small light from inside the fridge helped ease his nerves. He finally thought that he might be okay...Until he heard it. A couple of people walking just outside the door.*

Guy: So yousa sure da bossman said come 'ere?

Other Guy: Yea, yea...He said we were lookin' fo some punk kid...'parently he's the next in line or sumtin like that...

*He recognized the first voice. Same as the doctor's, from before, except the accent wasn't as hidden. This man was up to something...and he had a sneaking suspicion he had something to do with it.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The thugs remained alert as they wandered the hospital corridors. The worst thing about these places was the fact that you couldn't bring guns in, even on Nar Shadaa. The smaller one, a Rodian, had still managed to smuggle in a cutting laser...it would suffice.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Chucky tried to stay quiet, crouched in the corner still shoving the food into his mouth.

Please go away...please...

He was just frozen still, stuck there...just chewing. He couldnt stop.He was just so hungry and was afriad his stomach would growl.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*The Rodian stopped, as his...'ears' picked up on a sound. It was a mushing sound, rather odd, and it was close.*

"You hearing that?"

*The Rodian's 'freind', a Heavy human, stopped and turned around inquisitively.*

"Hearin' what? You Rodians think everything's suspicious."

"Remember that time my suspicion proved to be a landmine that we survived?"

*The Human raised his arms in a mannerism, attempting to shrug of the humiliation that had him demoted the first time.*

"Yeah...well...I was seeing if you were paying attention!"

*The Rodian chuckled slightly, then raised his hand.*

"Dammit...I think we've got someone worried..."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He heard the talking, but the moving stopped.

Oh, no...they're gonna find me...

He reached over to the counter and accidentally knocked down a whole plate of what sounded like silverware. He grabbed a small knife, and if anything did happen...well, he'd at least try.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*As the door opened with another swish, the guards came tumbling in, only to find a young boy of 16 croaching in the corner with a metal fork in his hand...not only that, but he was barely wearing any clothes...*

Rodian: Remind meh to tell the boss to give us less weird assignments, k?

Guy: Gotcha...

*And they closed in on him, beating him senseless until one said...*

Rodian: Wait...were we s'posed ta kill 'im?

Guy: I unno...

Rodian: I guess we betta take 'im in, I mean we can always kill 'im later...

*So the stuffed him into one of the food containers and walked out, Chucky completely unconcious...*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He awoke once more, sweating but in better clothes...he was still wearing his apron and obviously these goons didnt want him naked so they just dressed him with it still on. Thats good...he didnt want some 30 year old thug taking advantage of him....Anyway, he was in a bright blue force cage and basically stuck there...he couldnt see anything...fuck.*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

:Deactivating holding Cell 3A. Have a nice day:

*The blue energy walls suddenly shut down as the door to the exit appearwed. The lights in this area were dim, so the poor child wouldn't be able to see the figure in the doorway until it was too late.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hearing the female monotone voice and seeing the exit, Chucky blindly ran towards the door. He desperatly wished to be out of this situation, but no dice...

C'mon you can do this...

Then another voice appeared in the back of his skull.

You little shit! Your gonna rot here until they come...then you'll die, you little piece of filth!

Sweet ol' mom always knew how to make him feel better...*

[Devlen Del-Arshu]

*Too busy on his thoughts concerning his mother, the boy didn't realize until too late that that exit had someone in the doorway, and that someone was holding a blaster.*