A/N: I decided the really obvious exposition at the end was boring here. So, I decided to make you lot think. :O
See if you can make all the parallels.
And when you do get it fully, how's about this for K3? :P
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Hatred, burning deep within me.
I feel it in my heart, my head, my very soul.
They have done this to me. Because of them, I am a broken, cowardly wreck, shivering against this cold, hard, metal wall.
Why did they do it? I had so much potential...I could have done so much...
Everyone said it.
"The Force is strong with that one", they said.
"Great things lie before that one", they said.
My father, he was all I could have been, free from wounds made by them.
They ruled in their chambers even when he was a child, but then they have always ruled.
They did not stunt him, hold him back.
My father and I were alike.
On the surface, it seemed the fundamental difference between us was the styles of our Masters.
But it was not my Master who did this to me.
The others, they took me in, have been healing me ever since they released me from their clutches.
But there is only so much they can heal. Some wounds go too deep.
I could have been my father - I could have saved the galaxy, as he had.
I could have been a hero.
Instead, I am what I am now, a shivering freak.
Laughed at, mocked, an example of failure, and perhaps worst of all, pitied.
Soon, I will be ready.
Soon, I will be strong enough that I can go forth, seek out they who did this to me, and make them as I am, make them feel exactly as I feel.
Who am I?
It doesn't matter. Just another reject in their huge pile of failures.
They think I do not feel as they feel. They think I am just imagination.
Well, soon I will show them exactly how powerful imagination can be.
I will make them hurt, the way I hurt. And after I do this, when I am about to rid them of their pathetic, miserable little lives, then...
They will wish their silly little winter holiday had never been invented.
I am coming for you, fools.