*** I did NOT make Star Wars! It was George Lucas! Such a genius... ***

Darth Sidious cowered against the wall of his room, leaning as far back as possible, away from the purple lightsaber inches from his throat. This was cutting it close. VERY close. Did he still have the strength to save himself if his plan failed? He wasn't sure. And that deeply unnerved him.

He looked up into the face of his attacker, curious to see the Jedi's expression. It surprised him. Obviously The Force was hiding things from him today.

Mace Windu's face was genuinely terrifying. So terrifying, even the most powerful Sith Lord had to look away. It was twisted with so many emotions; rage, indecision, worry, hatred, anticipation, determination, triumph. Feelings clashed across his face, making him look deranged.

The lightsaber quivered forward a couple of centimetres. Darth Sidious could feel his opponent nearing the decision that, if made to soon, would destroy his master plan that had taken him more than 30 years to build up. Would Anakin be too late? For the first time ever, Darth Sidious was starting to doubt The Force.

Just as Mace Windu's grin widened, the door blasted open. Anakin Skywalker had arrived.

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It was now or never. "H - help!" Darth Sidious stammered, playing with The Force to forge complete innocence. "Anakin! Help me!"

The sudden turmoil in Anakin's head was obvious. Which side would he take? Mace Windu stopped smiling and turned a little to see the new visitor.

"You can't kill him now, Master Windu!" yelled Anakin. But his voice wasn't pure, he still wasn't sure. Although, he was fingering the tilt of his lightsaber. A good sign.

Mace Windu turned further. "He is too dangerous to be kept alive!" he shouted back. His tone was clearly implying that this was obvious. "This is a Sith Lord!!"

"Anakin," whispered Darth Sidious once more. "I - I told you this would happen! And… and I was right! The Jedi want me killed! They attacked me!"

The purple lightsaber started to shake. "This is a SITH LORD!!" screamed its owner. "He must be ki-"

"No! He must be given a fair trial first!" yelled Anakin. He sounded like he might explode. "This is not the Jedi way!"

But his protests were falling on deaf ears. And Darth Sidious realized that a second too late. One flick, and the Emperor was dead.

"NO!!!" shrieked Anakin. Uncontrollable rage overtook him, and in the blink of an eye, the lifeless body of Mace Windu thudded to the floor beside the Sith Lord.

It took a minute of silence for Anakin to realize what he had done, what this now meant. But he couldn't speak. He couldn't scream. He couldn't do anything.

He could only run.

And as he ran, Anakin slowly started realizing what would happen now. There was no way he could remain in Jedi status; they would for sure kick him out, and probably punish him as they do for all the other petty murderers.

And worst of all, there was no hope for Padmé now. The very thought brought tears of sadness into Anakin's eyes. He couldn't live without Padmé. So what would he do? There was only one way… Was he strong enough?