Duality of a Single Man
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars.
A/N: Okay, this is my first Star Wars story ever. Well, this is at least the first one I thought was good enough. I've been tossing a lot of ideas around in my brain. I've seen a lot of these kinds of stories before but I figured that I might as well add my own "How Vader became Anakin again" story. It's a bit short but I think its pretty good. I hope you like it. Reviews are always much appreciated.
The first blast of blue lightening shot forth from the Emperor's hands. Luke Skywalker fell to the ground, screaming in agony. Darth Vader rose to his feet, staring in shock at the sight before him.
"Young fool," the Emperor glowered "Only now, at the end, do you understand." There was another blast of lightening and another brief reprieve. "You will pay the price for your lack of vision." A battle began to rage inside Vader's mind.
It is my master's wish, the part that was Vader was steadfast. I must not interfere.
Yet, in the back of his mind, another voice, a voice someone who had been silent for over twenty years, spoke up in desperation. Do something! Palpatine will kill him! He should not be made to suffer!
If he could not be turned, he was to be destroyed, Vader argued.
He is your son Anakin, the voice, his conscience, told him firmly. You would stand by and watch him die?
"Father… please…" Luke managed to call out between the whimpers of pain.
How can you? his conscience chastised. He is your son. Yours and Padmé's!
That name hadn't occurred in Vader's mind so prevalently since the day he had fallen to the Dark Side. The darkness of Vader had no retort to the constant flow of truth that came from his conscience. He took a few steps closer as his son continued to writhe on the floor in agony.
She never wanted this for you, his conscience reminded him. Do you think she would have wanted her son to die so young, at the Emperor's hands?
The lightening stopped for a moment. It was clear that Luke was in a great deal of pain. Smoke rose from his clothing. Vader took another step closer.
"Now young Skywalker," his master sounded gleeful "You will die."
You can't let this happen, Anakin, the voice said firmly. You know that you can't.
And in a split second, the tyrant known as Darth Vader had vanished. In his place, there stood Anakin Skywalker, the father of the boy currently being tortured before his eyes. As quickly as he could, he grabbed his former master and through him down a reactor shaft.
Palpatine screamed as he fell and an explosion emanated from the shaft. Anakin fell to the ground, fatally injured by the lightening that he'd been exposed to when he had grabbed the Emperor.
But the pain didn't matter to Anakin. It didn't matter that he was dying. As his son, Luke Skywalker, rose from the floor and came to his side, Anakin knew he had done the right thing.
And beneath Anakin's black mask, he smiled.