6 The anger

"Alex! Where have you been?! I have been waiting for you for such a long time! I thought I would be bored forever!"

He stood there, looking at his sister with eyes wide, he was shaking, he could feel himself tremble at the sight.

What was this?

"Come on!"

Anna turned and walked further down the corridor and he couldn't help himself, he followed.

How could he not? here she was, right in front of him. This time, he wouldn't mess up, this time, he would be faster, this time, he would save her.

He followed her, not noticing how his surroundings changed, trees grew from seemingly nowhere, the grass appeared like someone had painted it to be there, the clouds ever lazily glided in the sky, and his sister, his precious little sister was running in the field, having the time of her life.

Colt... No, Alex smiled, following Anna with that smile plastered on his face, like it was meant to be there.

"Hey! Alex! Can we get ice cream?"

The girl pointed to the side where an ice cream stand was giving out ice cream. Shrugging, he reached into his jeans pocket and got two cones, a strawberry, and vanilla. Strawberry was her favorite flavor.

Anna took the cone happily and started radiating with excitement. She absolutely loved that thing.

Taking a bite out of his own ice cream, he hums, it tasted weird... if he was honest, it tasted like nothing, there was no taste.

Shrugging at the strangeness, he was brought out of his musings when Anna tugged on his arm.

"Can we play on the swings, please?"

Her eyes looked pleading, innocent, and worst of all... cute. Weakness to any big brother in existence. He didn't mind it.

"Yeah, want me to push you?"

She smiled a smile that could replace the sun and ran off to the swings. Alex was close behind, not letting her get too far away from him.

As she sat down in the swing, Alex pushed her and she cheered. He was happy. He was truly happy for the first time since... he...

Came to this world.

The realization hit him hard. His stomach dropped when Anna, his sister passed right through him while coming back down from the height he sent her at.

This wasn't real.

Colt watched as Anna sent him a confused look that turned worried a second later. Jumping off the swing, she walked up to him, hand reaching out to him.

"Alex? Are you okay?"

This was cruel.

His displeasure was made known when he, for the first time, used the force without guiding it. Pulling on it, he channeled his sorrow, fear, hate, and rage into it. His face turned to one of rage and the illusion of Anna disappeared and the greenery soon followed. He was standing in a square room with one exit behind him and four pillars holding up the roof of the room.

That was cruel.

That was inhumane.

And he was mad. No, he was furious.

"I see you managed to snap out of it."

Snapping his head to the right, he saw a man, standing there, he wore a helmet resembling that of medieval knights, and a red cape fluttered behind him as he wore Black and red Mandalorian armor.

Narrowing his eyes, Colt turned to face the man, was this another illusion? He didn't know this man, especially since this man was from this world.

Ignoring his cautiousness, the man continued, introducing himself.

"My name is Taar Visla, the first Mand'alor, and the first Mandalorian Jedi knight."

Colt remained impassive, still glaring at the man.

If he thought that he has calmed down since he figured out that his sister was an illusion, then he was wrong. Very wrong.

"And what would a dead man want back in the world of the living?"

The older male seemed unaffected by the jibe as he looked at Colt with the same blank expression he had on ever since he appeared.

"You're anger in coursing through the force, calm yourself, young one."

Colt's eyebrow twitched. Calm down. Calm. Down?!

His anger did the exact opposite, The force reacted to his will and Lightning crackled across his body.

With a snarl, he threw his hand forward in a fit of rage. Lightning blasted the man, kicking up dust from the power contained in the move.

He was gone like he was never there.

Turning suddenly, he called to the Force again, sending a blast toward the bastard who had the gall to use his sister's image.

"If you don't calm down, the Sith will know of your location."

Colt didn't care, he wanted this man dead.

"I'm already dead, you can try all you want, the effort will be futile."

He let out a growl. Futile? He would find a way to kill anyone if he needed to, that was more so if they stepped over the line.

This bastard didn't only step over the line, he basically spits in his face, insulted his family, and used his dead sister as an illusion to get into his head.

He would find a way to crush his lungs one way or another. He was head, however, so that was impossible... For now. He would find a way sooner or later.

"What do you want?"

Those four words spat with so much venom that they could melt through the whole planet.

Visla sighed and shook his head, it was expected for him to react violently, but to attack him? That wasn't what he expected.

The boy was angry, furious even, he could understand but now wasn't the time, his emotions had sent ripples through the force, there may not be any force sensitives on this planet but someone would surely come to investigate.

If the boy didn't listen to his words, then he would have to find out everything by himself.

Closing his eyes, the older man, started disappearing starting from his feet and slowly vanishing.

"You must let go of the past failures, young one, learn from them and make sure that they never happen again."

With those final words, Taar Visla disappeared, leaving behind a livid force user.

Colt snarled one last time for the final time, he glared at the door that started opening.

Narrowing his eyes, colt noticed a clear crystal sticking out of a small rock pillar.

Releasing a sigh, though still angry, he walked forward and picked up the clear crystal, raising an irritated eyebrow at it.

The force urged him. But this time, he didn't listen, pocketing the crystal and turning around.

He wasn't in the mood.