1) 2012-02-22 10:00 PM – The hallways of Emily Lowe
2) The glow of a pair of lightsabers (blue and red, of course) weaving in deadly combat.
3) The lights are extinguished. Gone is the harsh wash of the fluorescents above. A single blue beam extends from Katie
Hesketh Skywalker’s closed hands at the end of the hall. The red sword comes to life in my hands. She advances. She remains mostly in shadow while the soft blue glow of her weapon illuminates a manic flicker in her eye. She swings, a blur of blue. My sword meets hers with a flash, a blow, they recoil. A step back. Swing, stab, parry, step. The blur of colorful blades fills my field of vision. every time they clash, the swords flicker, their life drained from what is probably improper use. A flash I wasn’t expecting, the blue slices through the air and takes my arm with it. I fall. The sword clatters to the ground, flickers, and goes out. All that remains is the blue hovering above my head, my fate inevitable at the hands of my enemy. Darkness falls.