Short story based on the Clone Wars episode 5.16.
Since english isn't my first language, be prepared for odd sentence structures and probably messed up grammar (any corrections are welcome :-) ).
The Abyss
He woke in darkness.
For a moment he thought he was back on Lotho minor, back in his cave with the fire burnt down, the night surrounding him. But then he started to notice other details – cold metal floor, vibrating slightly with the low humming of machines, no light at all, not even the hazy starlight of Lotho minors nightsky.
He was on a ship, Darth Sidious' ship. A wave of fear ran through his body and made him shudder, as recent memories started to crawl through his consciousness.
He remembered pain, raw physical pain - his nerves on fire, his bones filled with acid, his whole body ripped apart by pure agony.
Gasping he fought for control while his body trembled in remembrance, the pain still to near, his mind still to weak to shut it out.
The cackling voice of his former master – pain, malicious laughter - "There is no mercy"
More memories started to tumble through his head, old memories, old pains - the face of a young Jedi above him falling away from him - no, he was falling ... falling back into the abyss of chaos and emptiness that promised the oblivion of insanity.
In his head he screamed rage and fear, fighting against the tumbling fall. He tried to concentrate on his hatred, this pure, strong hatred that had always kept him going, tried to find a hold in it, but he couldn't focus on it.
Hatred mingled with fear, with pain, only adding to the chaos in his mind that threatened to drown him.
Desperately he reached out for a hold, tried to find something he could cling to until the chaos in his head would subside, something ... someone ...
Tried to find the presence of his brother, this clear, sharp, solid pattern in the force that had kept him from from falling back into insanity before; an anchor for his mind, when he threatened to lose himself into the abyssa.
That presence he had grown so accustomed to in the last few month... and, without even realizing it, so dependent on. Something, someone to hold on to...
Emptiness. Nothing.
Panic rushed through him, while he tried to make sense of it. Where was his brother, why couldn't he feel his presence?
Then he remembered. His brother. The fight. He remembered being thrown against the wall - he had lost consciousness for a moment - and when he came back to, still dizzy, he saw the shapes of Darth Sidious and his brother, lightsabers clashing - Savages double bladed against Sidious' two single blades - dancing the deadly dance. And then suddenly, the dance ended, leaving Savage with two smoking holes in his chest.
He remembered - Sidious' face, illuminated by the red glow of his lightsabers, contorting into a malicious grin as he tossed the body away like some piece of trash.
Remembered - Shock, disbelieve, denial... „Can't be, please, don't ... this doesn't happen..."
He remembered the presence of his brother slowly dissolving into nothingness, while he knelt beside the dying; remembered holding his hand and trying to stop the life draining out of the body by sheer will.
His brother was gone, leaving no trace in the force, nothing. Nothing to hold on to, nothing to stop his fall anymore.
„Need a hold, help me..."
Panic-stricken fear while his clear thoughts started to fray out, the abyss getting deeper, darker.
„Such weakness" His former masters voice, his disdainful laughter - imagination or reality?
Chaos and emptiness, falling...
Reaching the bottom of the abyss his last coherent thoughts shattered.