KILL ANAKIN

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the movies: Star Wars (all episodes and anthology films) or Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2; or Nancy Sinatra's song Bang Bang from which I took lyrics for the next few verses… I gain nothing from writing this, only the fun of letting my imagination run wild.

Rated T for now; please be advised this has strong language and much violence (in the prologue particularly towards a pregnant woman, which I'd never condone but it's necessary for the story) it probably will go up given the source material…


Prologue: My Baby Shot Me Down…

He was nine and I fourteen, the day I met the boy from Tatooine

He wore black and I wore white

He would always win the fight—

Bang! Bang! He shot me down

Bang! Bang! I hit the ground

Bang! Bang! That awful sound

Bang! Bang! My baby shot me down…

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A decade passed, and he came back

When we grew up, I called him mine

He would always laugh and say:

"Remember when we used to play?"

Bang! Bang! I shot you down

Bang! Bang! You hit the ground!

Bang! Bang! That awful sound

Bang! Bang! I used to shoot you down…"

/

Face to face, just me and him

Just for us, wedding bells rang

/

Now he's gone, I don't know why

And to this day sometimes I cry…

He didn't even say goodbye

But he took the time, to lie—

Bang! Bang! He shot me down!

Bang! Bang! I hit the ground

Bang! Bang! That awful sound

Bang! Bang! My baby shot me down…


MUSTAFAR

The environment was unbearable.

The heat was taking the air from his lungs, the smoke clouded his mind and judgment as much as the Dark Side did, yet he wrongly and strongly believed he was finally seeing with clarity.

It was too much.

The pain was ripping on his broken heart.

After all he had done to save her...

He had sacrificed his humanity and countless lives. His loyalty to the Republic and the Jedi Order. He had let go of every trace of Light within him. He had giving himself to the Dark Side of the Force. There hadn't been a single thing he wouldn't have done to save her.

Not a single thing.

He would've died if that's what it would have taken for her and their child to live.

His child!

Anakin suddenly thinks… Is it really mine?

He looks upon her sweetly gorgeous face, her tears flooding and her breath struggling… and they do nothing to him. Only enrage him. Because he knows she's faking it and it's all a set up. She wants to use his love against him.

She wants him dead.

Anakin looks upon the Jedi behind her—probably one of the last, if not the last one alive—and he can't even believe how much anger he's feeling. He didn't know such rage and hatred were even possible. Surely Padmé must've noticed by now. The dark emotions were practically emanating from the Sith's young body.

He hates him. He hates her. And he hates himself.

How could they?

Obi-Wan was like a brother to him, Padmé was the love of his life.

He had saved both during the Clone Wars on countless occasions.

And they had been laughing in his face without him ever realizing it.

Well, they wouldn't laugh for much longer, that was for sure.

"Come back, please!" Padmé was begging desperately, Anakin could almost imagine all the ways he could stop her from speaking, each more violent than the last. "I love you!" she cried and that's when he couldn't take it anymore. He had to stop her lying mouth. He wanted to silence her forever. He wanted to kill her.

The Dark Side clouds everything…

She's lying! The painful thought screamed in the back of his mind. She doesn't love me! How could he ever live without her? How could he ever even exist knowing she had betrayed him? Knowing the child he had been so hopefully expecting wasn't even his?

He kept his steady gaze, looking past her as she spit her lies. Looking directly at Obi-Wan, who stood watching the husband and wife as their relationship died.

Anakin knew he could never trust a Jedi. Not after what he did.

So, of course Obi-Wan was there with only one purpose: To kill Anakin—Darth Vader.

He knows… He's sure! Obi-Wan wouldn't ever let a Sith alive.

And he had been brought by Padmé of all people to kill him?

The Sith thought he wasn't going to be able of handling that "fact", he'd break down, cry, and kill them.

But, no. Not right now.

He wanted to really savor the moment. He wanted to hurt them and destroy them with an exact amount of pain as they had done to him.

Padmé's loving eyes begged for him. Loving? Vader almost choked on the thought.

He walked to her, slowly and steadily, he put his metal hand on her back, while his human one touched her big belly. He wanted to feel the child that was never going to be born one last time.

"My love," Vader said with false calmness. "I will go with you and Obi-Wan, of course."

At the mention of the Jedi's name she turned pale. She shook her head as if she didn't know what he was talking about; Anakin roughly made her turn around and see Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Obi-Wan!" Padmé cried with perfectly acted shock and fear. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, Padmé," he said, apparently apologetic. "I sneaked into your ship. I needed to find Anakin." Anakin couldn't help but to notice how the Jedi didn't refer to her as Senator Amidala, something he had never done before.

Come on, Master! He thought with bitter irony. She's playing her part perfectly! Do it, too. Oh don't slip! You almost convinced me, you bastard!

"Anakin, what have you done?" Kenobi cried with apparent worry and pain. "How could you? I know all that you've done—"

The Sith kept his glance and voice steady. "What do you want from me?" Apart from my head to roll? Oh, that's right. My wife, you fucking scum!

"Obi-Wan, let me alone with him," Padmé begged, her tears still falling down her cheeks.

She stood in front of her husband, almost defensibly, as if she wouldn't allow the Jedi to touch him. She put her soft hands on Anakin's hot and heavy shoulders; her touch doing incredible things to the former Jedi. Making the emotion that was blossoming in him gain a little bit of… could it be Light?

Fuck my life! The Sith thought bitterly. I still love her? No. That's impossible. He hated her! He was going to brutally murder her! He couldn't let her charms get the best of him. She was a false angel. The devil in disguise. He can't let himself be fooled! Not—again!

But if he was soon to kill her… couldn't he enjoy her a few more moments? Her touch, her scent, her voice, even while crying… everything about her attracted him. There was nothing in her not inviting… Oh why can't she love him?

"Padmé," Anakin heard from Obi-Wan's lips, which only inflamed his anger like the burning lava around them. "Get away from him." His order made Anakin reach for his lightsaber—but he didn't start a fight. It was not yet the time…

"Why, Obi-Wan?" she asked, 'pretending' to be angry at him.

"He's not who you think he is," Obi-Wan said, unable to hide his fear and urgency. "He's dangerous. He's thinking about killing you—"

"Stop!" Padmé interrupted, looking hurt. "Don't say such things! Leave him alone, Obi-Wan! Go! Oh, please let me talk to him, I know I can…"

Before any more words could escape her lips, Padmé was dragged across the hot air, the Force obviously being used against her. To her surprise, Anakin hadn't yet done anything. It was Obi-Wan. He had used the Force to keep her away from the mad and dangerous Sith Lord.

She wasn't harmed at all, and she was now standing behind the Jedi master, who swiftly ignited his Jedi weapon.

"Obi-Wan!" Padmé cried, and she sounded terrified. "Don't hurt him!"

"My love," Anakin said slowly, calmly and with too much irony. "I will not be the one to die tonight."

Finally, the troubled Sith ignited his lightsaber.

NABOO

She was burning with fever, she felt still on that hot lava planet.

She thought she was going to die.

As the pain ran its course around every part of her bruised body, she deliriously screamed her lover's name. And he wouldn't come to her.

"ANAKIN!"

"ANAKIN!"

"ANAKIN!"

She was choking in tears, pain and loneliness.

She moaned, grunted and shouted desperately, not calling her husband anymore, but anyone that might come and save her.

Her sobbing then mixed with the sound of some loud, strange breathing.

Amidst her fever she managed to open her eyes, yet they didn't show her much, as she was in utter blackness. She tried to raise herself but failed, she then put her hands on her belly, trying to get some comfort, trying to find out if she was truly alone or not… and oh! She wasn't! Her baby was inside her! Oh and she felt he or she would come at any time now.

"Luke… Leia…" she muttered over and over again. Will she have a boy or a girl? Would she have any child at all?

Padmé couldn't stop her loud sobbing, and it only increased when she felt a metal grip on her feet, dragging her carelessly across the cold floors.

"Please," she managed to say, very low and trembling. "I—I am pregnant. Oh have some mercy! If not for me for my baby!"

"Your children," a hard, cold and dark voice said. "Aren't my concern. They will die with you today."

The sentence, which was no doubt a statement, made her scream in fear.

"Don't, oh please don't!" she begged. "Kill me if you want but let my child be born!"

Throughout her pleads, an old acid laughter was heard. "Are you sure, my apprentice?" the old voice said. "We could really use the children of senator Amidala and Master Kenobi…"

"No!" The younger voice shouted. "They will not live! None of them will!"

Padmé's cries were now a mix of fear, pain and confusion.

"My dear Vader, I will let you have your kill," the older voice sighed. "I think you've tortured her enough. I rather think you should do it now."

Alarms went off in the young senator.

A light finally appeared in the room, allowing her to somewhat see the Shadows that were with her.

The light wasn't so much a light as it was a glow, and it was strong, vibrant and red.

She knew as soon as she heard the sound of a lightsaber being ignited that she was with a Force user. But the red and darkness made her aware that that was no Jedi with her. The Shadows were two Sith Lords.

And the weapon came from the younger one. She sensed and saw the strong weapon an inch from her face, and behind the red glow, she saw the face of the man—of the monster that had tortured her, and who was going to kill her and her baby.

The desperate sound that escaped her lips as she saw him would've melted any human, if only there was one there with her.

"Now," the former Anakin Skywalker said; his face and lightsaber a few inches away from his wife's neck. "You will die," he spoke slowly and menacingly.

His name died in her lips as she choked in sobs.

Padmé closed her eyes, too shocked to even ask for an explanation, and she awaited her death by lightsaber.

The weapon never flinch in the Sith's hand, but it also never touched her.

"Well, Vader?" Darth Sidious then said. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts? Will you actually show mercy to the traitor?"

Vader started to laugh, demonically and for long. "Master," he said. "I am just not ready. I want her to suffer for a long time still. Until she begs me to kill her and her children."

The Emperor cackled nastily. "Oh, of course. Forgive me! You take your time."

"Master," Darth Vader said. "I hope you don't mind, but I would like some privacy."

"You want me to leave? I wouldn't mind, my boy. I've seen a lot today, and I'm more than content with you, my apprentice."

"Oh, you don't have to leave," Vader said. "She has one last sight to see before her death."

Padmé felt as her body was roughly lifted, which prompted a long painful groan to escape her.

He took no care and walked—ran swiftly, ignoring her weak protests as she begged for a second to rest.

Each hall they walked was completely foreign to Padmé, it was too dark to see anything, and her eyes were struggling to remain open as blood ran down her forehead. She let out a loud cry as she realized she was bleeding from places she didn't even recognize; all of her ached, mainly her belly, head and legs.

Then, she felt the cool Naboo air on her lungs, and on her bloody and purple-bruised skin, the sun.

It burned her eyes after so many days in the darkness.

Several more cries of pain escaped her.

He seemed to not hear.

But of course he was, and those desperate sounds were not only giving him pleasure, but they were fueling him for more: more pain! More violence! Till at last death—but not yet!

"Do you know where we are?" Vader asked, coarsely. "Are you even conscious? Can you speak at all?"

Just the sound of more tears.

"I'm sensing you can understand me, my love," he went on. "And though you're not in the best conditions to have a conversation, we're going to have a last one where it all started. Can you guess yet, Padmé?"

She fainted for some moments. He slapped her back into consciousness.

"Stop screaming," he said, nonchalantly. "The worse, I can assure you, my angel, it's behind you. But don't worry; you won't ever have to relive it. You will not be haunted by such memories; you are soon to be dead. I'd start getting used to the idea, by the way—but to the point!" he had her body in his strong arms, tightly pressed in front of him. He had her standing up, looking directly at the bloodshot red sky, which reminded both of Mustafar, bringing awful memories to both.

"Can you tell if it is the sunset or sunrise, Padmé?" She almost fainted again but he wouldn't allow that. He forced her to look at the landscape in front of them. "This place is gorgeous, my angel. Almost as beautiful as you are… but then again, nothing can ever compete with you when it comes to beauty… well, perhaps now some people would disagree," he laughed, strangely. "Even though you're not a very vain woman, Padmé, I don't think you would enjoy looking at yourself right now… but I do, I always had. I always will. I love looking at you. As much as I once loved you. Now, you must be wondering a lot of things, but since we don't have much time and I'm thinking if I hit you again that wouldn't keep you up but might kill you beforetime, I'll be very brief." He started pacing, then he threw her over a hard piece of wood. She screamed loudly, all her bruises burning at once. "Stop complaining, My Lady," he seemed to be joking. "You always enjoyed this ride."

An odd sound reached her ears; she felt she was floating; she then knew they were on water.

"Lake Country will always be the fondest place in Anakin Skywalker's mind," she heard the words mixed with the sound of calm waves. "Oh I should tell you, he died before you. And you killed him, not with kindness but love. You gave him false love only to then take it from him. He couldn't stand it, and he died of a broken heart. Let us take a minute of silence in the Jedi's memory, shall we, angel?"

The minute of silence passed.

"Has your memory awaken, my dear love?" The young Sith said.

She looked around, it looked blurry behind the blood and tears, but she could very well tell where they were. Her voice couldn't actually say the word, but he read the answer in her thoughts, being the first time he bothered entering her mind in days.

"Yes, Senator," he nodded. "You're absolutely correct. Force, you have always been so smart! So incredibly smart all your life! It only makes sense for you to be that in your death, too. Yes, my fallen angel. We're in Varykino."

He grabbed her again, making her step a little outside of the boat, getting clear blue water on her bloody feet, hands and face.

He was about to lay her down on the wooden floor again, but instead he decided to lay her on his chest, something she didn't notice as both were similarly hard.

"Are you remembering?" he asked, and since of course she couldn't answer, he ventured into her mind again. "No?" he almost sounded hurt. "I understand it's hard for you to focus in anything other than pain right now, but so many lovely memories we had here… I can't help but to go through all of them… first kisses, embraces, words of love… and our wedding." He was quiet for a long time. Then, "I think it's enough."

He stood up.

"Darling," he sounded so calm and collected. "I know you fear my lightsaber, but that's not the death I've planned for you. Oh, don't relax and don't fret either."

She curled on the floor.

"Senator Amidala," Young Vader went on. "You've survived many attempts on your life. I've even been witness of some of them. I know you love a blaster."

She screamed savagely when she saw her own weapon in his metal hand.

"So, I think this death will fit you," he pointed the blaster at her head, then her belly, then her chest and he couldn't seem to decide where he would hit first. "Do you think me sadistic, love?" he asked, more gravely, all calmness departing him. "Do you think I am an evil Sith Lord? You and I spoke about the Force and the Sith many times. We had the same opinions then. We both know a Sith thrives in pain and hatred. But does he do it in his own pain? On his hatred for himself? I'm about to find out. I'm thinking that, if that's true, I'm about to become the most powerful being that ever lived," he watched her deeply, and both hateful glances clashed. "Any last words, my angel?"

"Anakin, the baby," was her murmur and last breath as she so weakly and fearfully shook her head. "You're the father…!"

He managed to read into her thoughts one last time as he finally fired at her, silencing and forcing her into a state of unconsciousness from which she was sure to never return from. And he knew.

Her last words were nothing but the truth.


AN: I debated a lot whether Vader should be in the suit or not, if you could let me know whether you think I made the right call or not, I'd appreciate it!