A/N: This is the first thing I have ever posted. I wrote the original at like two in the morning but the accidently deleted it. So this is the rewritten form of this story. I know it is really short. it looked longer on my phone. I bet there are quite a lot of grammar errors. I would appreciate constructive criticism, but if you don't like it please don't be really mean and review horrible things. Thanks!

I trailed after master kenobi. I was scared. Those were powerful and amazing Jedi masters and Knights and they were laying dead on the temple floor. How could someone do that? How did the person get in? It would have had to been a Jedi! A Jedi. One of the people I had trusted most had turned their back on so many many people and had murdered all of them in cold blood. How could someone do that to so many of my friends. Master kenobi, master Yoda, and I all rounded the corner. Master kenobi stopped though. His hand hovered above the security footage. He seemed to me fighting the urge to see who had killed so many of our friends. I didn't know if I really wanted to know.

"Only pain will you find if you venture into the video recording," said master Yoda Calmly.

"I'm sorry master but I must know," responded master kenobi.

The hologram flickered to life and there was Anakin Skywalker. Murdering Jedi masters and Knights and even younglings. I tried to say something but my throat was to dry from the shock. Not Anakin. Anyone but Anakin. He was like and older brother to me. After obi wan had taken me as his second padwaan Anakin had always been there when obi wan wasn't. I silently yelled at the force. Why was it doing this. Why was it letting this galaxy become more and more corrupt by the ever lurking dark side?

I must have let me emotions spark too much because master kenobi came up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder. I felt a warm salty tear slide down my face. And suddenly reality hit me.

"We have to kill him," don't we I said.

"Yes," master Yoda responded, "find him you must."

"Why Anakin?" I silently questioned him," Why would you join the thing that you vowed to destroy."

"Come little one," master kenobi said,"we must start somewhere."

I usually hated it when master Kenobi called me little one, but at the moment it didn't matter anymore.

"Padme's house," I responded.

Master kenobi didn't say anything as he walked to his speeder. I climbed in and rested my head against the headrest and cried for the second time that night.

Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated. ;)