"Anakin, stop I've got the higher ground." Obi Wan yelled, lava oozing around the platform his ex-Padawan stood on.
"Forget it, Obi Wan! You were always jealous of me!" Anakin shouted back, glaring at his Master.
"Anakin--Don't jump, you'll get hurt..." Obi Wan pleaded. He didn't want his student to die on Mustafar. He didn't want him to die at all.
"You wouldn't care! Your path would be free, you could become the greatest jedi ever!" he snarled, his yellow eyes gleaming.
Obi Wan remembered when Anakin's eyes had been a cool, ice blue. A single tear slipped unnoticed from his eye, turning to steam in the heat. Anakin didn't seem to realize his ex-Master's pain. He was blinded by the rage Chancellor Palpatine had installed in him. Padme had only fueled Anakin's anger. It was all their fault; Padme and Palpatine. If Anakin hadn't trusted them, if he'd only ignored them... Obi Wan didn't want to think of it; a happy Anakin. It would break his heart.
His jedi knight had been taunting him through his daze, which broke only at the sudden jump of Anakin. It was pure instinct, reflexes, and only that. Obi Wan raised his lightsaber, slicing his ex-Padawan's legs off. Anakin groaned in agony, falling to the ground with a dull thud; flesh against dirt.
Obi Wan gasped, sheathing his lightsaber. He regretted what he'd done almost immediately. He'd always thought of Anakin kind of like a son, or a brother. Now he realized he had been the only one left who could've consoled Anakin. Instead, he'd sliced off both his legs.
Anakin was grunting and screaming in paint, his mangled body slipping towards the lava. Obi Wan pondered saving him, but changed his mind.
"Master!" Anakin wailed as the lava lit the end of his robes, burning his already stinging flesh.
He burned almost immediately, his body fueling the fire that was tearing him apart. Obi Wan wished he'd saved the knight. He knew it was impossible to now. He was a jedi, not a wizard.
Anakin couldn't do anything anymore, the flames licked at him. His body was scorching, his flesh crumpling like black tissue paper. He couldn't even scream.
Obi Wan turned his back on the dying man he'd once loved like a brother. There was no hope for Anakin's life. He'd be dead within the next few minutes, and Obi Wan didn't want to be there.
Anakin's beautiful brown hair had burned to a crisp, much like the rest of his body. Had he been able to speak, he might have laughed. His scars wouldn't matter now. Now not only his right eye was scarred, but his entire body. His entire corpse.
Obi Wan walked off, refraining from looking back at his dead friend. His heart ached, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He now understood why the jedi code told them not to form attachments. It was only for his own good. He would never love again.
The End.
A/N: This was written about a day after rewatching Star Wars III: Revenge of the Sith. The scenes on Mustafar made me so sad. Obi Wan could've saved Anakin! They could've given him two robotic legs, and another robotic arm! I still wonder why Obi Wan didn't save his Padawan...I love them both, and I'm still skeptical. If you can bring light to this situation, I thank you. I hope you liked this story, it made me really, really sad.
- Cat