This is my first fanfic... ever. Enjoy!

"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."

- M. K. Gandhi

The planet's surface was rocky and barren, completely devoid of color and life. A thick layer of mist swirled above the ground.

Anakin Skywalker sprinted across the desolate landscape, heart pounding, lightsaber ready. White-hot rage boiled in his blood. The enemy, the insane murderer he had chased across half of the galaxy, was close, hiding somewhere in the mist. This was Anakin's last chance to catch him.

Anakin's blood froze in his veins as the man suddenly appeared right in front of him. Just standing there, with one hand hidden behind his back. Staring at him creepily. Then he lifted his blaster and started shooting.

Anakin barely had time to ignite his lightsaber and deflect the wild flurry of shots. And then something inside him just broke.

With a scream of fury, he launched himself forward and tackled the enemy. They both slammed to the ground, hard. Anakin managed to grab the enemy's wrist with his robotic hand and dig his robotic fingers in as hard as he could. The man screamed in pain and dropped his blaster. Anakin instinctively threw it away, out of reach of them both. As the weapon bounced off of the ground, it fired a stun bolt into the air.

Was it set to stun the whole time? What the hell for? Why not shoot to kill, like the last time? Anakin wondered. What had that creep been planning to do to him? Kidnap and torture him too? If so, he was in for a nasty surprise.

The fight was brutal. Both opponents were throwing punches, grappling, grunting, rolling on the ground. That bastard was faster than Anakin had expected. He managed to get past Anakin's block and punch him in the side of the head, almost hard enough to knock him out. Black dots swam in his vision and his ears rang.

But Anakin was stronger. And angry. Angrier than he'd ever been before. He lifted one hand to protect his head and kept punching blindly with the other, hitting the enemy wherever he could. All thoughts about the mission were gone. His lightsaber was somewhere on the ground nearby, but he had completely forgotten about it. All that mattered was to hurt the enemy as much as he could.

His opponent was losing. He was beginning to panic and Anakin noticed it. It felt good.

But then he managed to grab a fistful of Anakin's hair with his uninjured hand and yank as hard as he could. This time it was Anakin who howled in pain. The enemy threw Anakin off of him and took off running.

"COWARD!" Anakin screamed, pushing himself to his feet. "YOU KRIFFING COWARD!"

Anakin wasn't exactly the fastest runner. But he had one thing his opponent didn't. The Force. He yanked the enemy backwards, slamming him into a nearby rock wall. His skull hit the wall with a satisfyingly sickening crack. Before he could flee again, Anakin grabbed him by his vest and slammed him against the wall again. And again. And again, one more time. This time, he put all of his strength into it.

The enemy screamed and collapsed to his knees, dazed, shaking and gasping for breath.

Anakin stood over him, panting and shaking.

The fight was over. He won. Now he only needed to cuff the bastard and deliver him to Coruscant. That's what he was supposed to do. But this was personal.

The criminal's eyes widened in terror as an invisible hand closed around his throat and lifted him in the air. He completely panicked, clawing at his throat, shaking his head, gasping for breath. His face began to turn purple. His lips were moving, as if trying to beg for his pathetic life, but no sound came out.

A part of Anakin was enjoying it. In a horrible, twisted, very satisfying way. And yet there was another part of his mind that was crying and begging him to stop. Telling him that if he did this, there would be no way back. Trying to make him think of Obi-Wan. He wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want Anakin to kill an unarmed man, no matter what he's done. But not even the thought of his former Master could cool his burning hatred.

He squeezed harder, as hard as he could. The enemy gasped, his body convulsed a couple times and then it went very, very still.

Anakin let the corpse drop to the ground.

The dead man's half-open eyes were staring at him. Accusing. Anakin quickly turned away.

He had expected to feel relief, or at least grim satisfaction, but it wasn't coming. The anger slowly dissipated, leaving behind only shame and guilt. What would Obi-Wan think of him now? He wouldn't have wanted this.

Anakin had to quickly blink back tears and swallow the lump in his throat. It no longer mattered what his Master would have wanted. Obi-Wan was gone. Murdered in cold blood by that monster. His bones were resting in the cold dark crypts deep under the Jedi Temple.

The Force whispered a warning, and Anakin turned around just as two more bounty hunters appeared.

They froze, looking first at Anakin, then at the corpse of their dead colleague at his feet. Their eyes widened with fear. And then they turned and ran back towards their ship as fast as they could.

Before Anakin could give chase, another figure burst out of the mist. It was Ahsoka, winded and panting, her lightsabers ignited.

A small gasp escaped her mouth as she noticed the corpse at Anakin's feet. A look of shock and disgust flashed across her face, only for a second, but Anakin noticed it anyway. But there was no time to dwell on it now. They still had a mission to complete. They had to stop Cad Bane and Morallo Eval before they escaped. The Chancellor's life depended on it.

Anakin picked up his lightsaber from the ground and cast a last hateful look at the lifeless body of Rako Hardeen.

Then he turned and left without looking back.

Wait. Was that…? Did… did he just…?

Oh yes.

In case the ending seemed confusing, I recommend watching the Clone Wars episodes "Deception" and "Friends and Enemies" ;)

By the way, maybe I'll add one more chapter, where Anakin finds out what he did (yikes). What do you think?