Yes, I should be working on my larger Grievous fic and my stormtrooper fic... Yes, I am almost with the finishing touches for those chapters... But when you're brainstorming at some ungodly hour in the morning, this is what I came up with. To avoid confusion, this fic is about what our dear General is thinking as he is about to slay a Jedi. It's kinda dark/grim. I hope you enjoy this little oneshot and please comment/critique/provide feedback on it.
Reap
Don't give me that look. I know the sins you committed in the past. I know what evil you're sowing now. And I especially know what you plan to do.
Surely by now you know my game with you scum. It's the same for all of you agents of corruption. You will fight for your life and I will see the wildness in your frightened eyes. You want to live. You think you can live…
You are dead wrong.
Once upon a time, I once held your kind in high regard. I respected and I even envied you at times. But I was a boy then, so foolish and unassuming. In time, I saw what kind of people you really were and what kind of entity you protected was.
I am an avatar of raw, bloody, unbridled revenge. I will avenge my home and you will be punished for your unspeakable sins. You false warriors will be reaped like undesirable weeds in a flawless garden. Someone must pay for the murdered babes and the filth-covered elderly. Someone must pay for the groaning bellies and the miserably shackled souls.
And it will be you who looks at me with horror.
Your ancient institution you strive to defend is irreparable and there is only one cure for such a horrid thing: destruction. There can be no peace. Anymore, there can only be annihilation. The time for revenge is here. Right here, right now, the oppressed will be the judges and the dishonorable will be bestowed what my home was not given: justice.
I cannot and will not stop until the last of you vermin expire as I hold your beating heart in my hand. With your seemingly insignificant death, the galaxy is one step closer to purification. There will be one less protector for the Republic. It will be one more victory for me which is one more wound healed for my beloved world.
Now, you quake before me like a subservient dog. Now, you see there is no hope. There is no primeval urge to fight back and live. There is only death. Your fate is in my claws now.
Give me that blade: you are not worthy of this noble and mighty weapon. You claim you are a warrior so quit whimpering like a banker. I do not care who you are or what your story is. All I know is that you are one of them. You must be reaped too.
Now, hold still… I want this cut to be perfect. I will lull you into a slumber from which there is no awakening.
I am your reaper and your death…