Ok, someone is probably going to hate me for writing this but I have to or it won't stop bugging me. This is a retelling of the second biggest plot hole in the Star Wars prequels.

p.s. I never watched the prequels all the way through so most of this is from watching youtube clips. Forgive me if I leave anything out.

"You underestimate my power." Anakin stated. Where was my brother? How had I failed him this much? He was being rash and I knew that if he tried to make that jump I would have an opening. Please, don't try it. You were my padawan, my friend.

"Don't try it!" I tried to warn him. He jumped. I watch him arch over me in a flip and there it was. The opening I knew would be there. I took it.

I watched as if in slow motion as my lightsaber went up . . . and he fell. As if it was all a dream, I stared as he rolled down the slope groaning. He now only had one of his arms. The rest of his limbs had been sliced off. I had sliced them off. Why? Why had this happened?

"You were the Chosen One! It was said you would destroy the Sith, not join them!" His eyes were glowing the colors of the Sith. Why? "Bring balance to the Force, not leave it in darkness!" I couldn't do this anymore. The boy I knew was gone. The Sith had destroyed him. I turned and started to walk away.

"I HATE YOU!" Reaching the slope I once more turned to look at him. Those were not his eyes, there was no mischievous smile I had both loved and dreaded; there was only a broken body and what was left of my once brother.

"You were my brother, Anakin!" I admitted to him, "I loved you!"

He screamed.

The lava had finally reached a high enough level that his clothing caught on fire. In seconds it had spread to his entire body. As his screams became more pained. I couldn't watch him die like this. I turned and started back to the ship again but I could not continue.

That was my brother back there. No matter what he had done, I couldn't let him suffer such a slow, painful death. So I turned and started back to him.

The flames had burned everything on him already and had started to die down. When I drew closer I knew, if I hadn't before, I would be unable to save him. His eyes were still glowing with hatred but he was too weak to do anything.

"I'm sorry Anakin. I'm so sorry." I couldn't seem to say anything else.

I ignited my lightsaber . . . and stabbed him through the heart; an instant death as painless as I could make it. I felt his force signature fade and could no longer hold back the tears. My brother would never feel pain again.

So this is not my best writing, it probably sucked, and for that I apologize. I just really needed to get that out there. If Obi-Wan was a good guy who loved Anakin he would never leave him to die a slow, painful, miserable death. Forgive me for the comparison; it's kinda like a dog with rabies. You put it down so that it doesn't hurt anyone else and doesn't die slowly.