Post by Leda EmBorr on Oct 3, 2010 19:30:19 GMT -5
This is my attempt to novelize a few pages (correction, one page) of a comic book. I think this could be good practice for any writer, to take comic books and try to write up the imagery involved using dialogue already present. I would scan and post the pages but I seem to have misplaced my box of comic books 
Anyways... here goes...
Dark Horse Comics
Republic - #58 last page
Elsewhere---
Darkness surrounded the Jedi, a terrible darkness, more than just a simple absence of light. Anger, fear, and hatred blended and condensed into vaporous grime that clung to the dungeon walls like dirty sweat.
Suspended from an unseen place above, Obi-Wan Kenobi hung by metal cuffs locked to his wrists. The cuffs led to chains, and to a series of pulleys that allowed him movement, but not without great effort. He was tired, sick, and near the limit of what his mere human body could tolerate. A Sith torture mask blocked most of the Force, leaving him to rely on his wits to cope, and he was not sure how much of the dark emotion present was his own.
But he was a Jedi, and he had faith in himself, in his padawan, and in the Force.
A woman’s cloaked figure moved past the tall, iron gate in silhouette, and entered the dungeon. He braced himself for pain. It had become commonplace. Asajj Ventress was ruthless. She’d used poisons and the Force to torture him, and he could smell the blood of other prisoners on her hands, despite the mask.
“Have you had enough yet, Obi-Wan?”
“You vowed to kill me the last time we met,” he grumbled.
“Patience,” she replied, “it wouldn’t do to kill your body before I’ve destroyed your spirit.”
Obi-Wan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Was it one of Ventress’ dark Force techniques, or his own nerves? He couldn’t tell.
“I came to give you more news of the war,” she continued. Her face was stone. “The Republic has been beaten back on all fronts. Count Dooku and the Confederacy are on the verge of winning.”
Obi-Wan countered her. “We shall see.”
She grew stern. “The Republic has been crushed on Jabim. Even sweeter, we slaughtered all of the padawans, including yours!”
No, he thought. It can’t be --- Anakin could never let that happen! Doubt crept into Obi-Wan’s mind, and it shook him. Anakin…
“Liar!!!”
He pulled against the chains, enraged, and the steel cuffs cut into his sore wrists. Then, his burst of strength gave way, and the pulley system snapped his arms straight up, yanking him nearly off the ground. His wrists twisted in the blood slicked durasteel. He grit his teeth, unsure if the cry of pain he’d tried to squelch got through. His chest heaved, filling his lungs with stale, dank air.
The woman just laughed. “You were easier to break than I expected!”
Slowly, she approached. The ashen skin of her smooth skull glowed red, illuminated by the crimson blade of her lightsaber. “Welcome to your dark side, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Through the ancient markings of the Sith mask, the Jedi’s kind, blue eyes burned---glazed with unshed tears.
Anyways... here goes...
Dark Horse Comics
Republic - #58 last page
Elsewhere---
Darkness surrounded the Jedi, a terrible darkness, more than just a simple absence of light. Anger, fear, and hatred blended and condensed into vaporous grime that clung to the dungeon walls like dirty sweat.
Suspended from an unseen place above, Obi-Wan Kenobi hung by metal cuffs locked to his wrists. The cuffs led to chains, and to a series of pulleys that allowed him movement, but not without great effort. He was tired, sick, and near the limit of what his mere human body could tolerate. A Sith torture mask blocked most of the Force, leaving him to rely on his wits to cope, and he was not sure how much of the dark emotion present was his own.
But he was a Jedi, and he had faith in himself, in his padawan, and in the Force.
A woman’s cloaked figure moved past the tall, iron gate in silhouette, and entered the dungeon. He braced himself for pain. It had become commonplace. Asajj Ventress was ruthless. She’d used poisons and the Force to torture him, and he could smell the blood of other prisoners on her hands, despite the mask.
“Have you had enough yet, Obi-Wan?”
“You vowed to kill me the last time we met,” he grumbled.
“Patience,” she replied, “it wouldn’t do to kill your body before I’ve destroyed your spirit.”
Obi-Wan felt a knot tighten in his stomach. Was it one of Ventress’ dark Force techniques, or his own nerves? He couldn’t tell.
“I came to give you more news of the war,” she continued. Her face was stone. “The Republic has been beaten back on all fronts. Count Dooku and the Confederacy are on the verge of winning.”
Obi-Wan countered her. “We shall see.”
She grew stern. “The Republic has been crushed on Jabim. Even sweeter, we slaughtered all of the padawans, including yours!”
No, he thought. It can’t be --- Anakin could never let that happen! Doubt crept into Obi-Wan’s mind, and it shook him. Anakin…
“Liar!!!”
He pulled against the chains, enraged, and the steel cuffs cut into his sore wrists. Then, his burst of strength gave way, and the pulley system snapped his arms straight up, yanking him nearly off the ground. His wrists twisted in the blood slicked durasteel. He grit his teeth, unsure if the cry of pain he’d tried to squelch got through. His chest heaved, filling his lungs with stale, dank air.
The woman just laughed. “You were easier to break than I expected!”
Slowly, she approached. The ashen skin of her smooth skull glowed red, illuminated by the crimson blade of her lightsaber. “Welcome to your dark side, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
Through the ancient markings of the Sith mask, the Jedi’s kind, blue eyes burned---glazed with unshed tears.
