In Revenge of the sith, by this time the darkness has already consumed Anakin for his lust to keep Padme alive. After assisting Darth Sidious kill Mace Windu, he heads into the Jedi Temple to do the unthinkable.

The doors open, he enters the temple looking around at the empty seats of the jedi council who are gone at the moment. Instead of Jedi he finds the younglings, padawans. Young jedi in training, some were hiding themselves behind the chairs, not knowing what was going on, they were scared. But as soon as Anakin came in they were relieved a little. Some of them stepped out of there hiding spots. Anakin looked at the with an expressionless face, hard to read his mood. Yet there was darkness in his eyes. one of the boys stood up and went up to Anakin. The small one was dressed in his padawan clothes like the rest. Questions filled his mind and fellow friends.

'when would our teacher be back'

'what was going on?'

'what was that loud noise?'

He finally stopped himself and chose one.

"Anakin, theres too many of them, what are we going to do"

Innocents in his eyes didn't stir Anakin a bit. He looked at him, the others and him again. A voice in his mind flashed through him. He thought of what doing this would meant he could never return. Anger,talk,talk,talk,thats all they would all the council would give him. but never something that would really help him. He thought of Padme, she means everything to him, she's worth more than anything. 'This is right', he thought, 'This is right!'. He can never go back. He ignited his lightsaber, the glowing blue appeared to lit the room up. What happens next is the unbearable.

The boy was startled and took a step back. Anakin, with a twist slashed the boy. He almost sliced him in half. The children screamed and ran and hid back in there spots. He locks the door. He first lunged toward the ones heading toward the doors. They pounded on the door begging for help. He thrusted his lightsaber through them and through the door. The rest were easy, he'd just corner them and tossed his lightsaber at them. The last of them were the hiders, scared to even to move from the only hiding spot, the only protection they thought they had. The chair. Some held their hands before breathing no more. The bodies were piling up. Slash after slash, he ignored their cries of pain. What seemed like the last of them he looked at their lifeless bodies. It was done. But this only the Beginning of his evil deeds. Suddenly the doors open. Crying footsteps run to get away. Ones escaping. The doors close and the cries for help begin to fade. Anakin took another long look at the room and went after his last victim. The doors close. He wouldn't go very far, he thought. Not in the condition that the temple is in right now. Silence. The innocent left to rot. Everything blackens.

There was no need to run after the child. Where would he run to?, Who would he run to?, Who could protect him?. No one could stop him.

Run, thought the young padawan, run. He was sprinting for his life. His screams echoing through the long hallways. His friends were dead, he was clueless of where he was going. The temple is under attack. He had to find somebody, somebody to save him. As soon as he hears the doors of the last room he was in he makes a hard right into the next hallway. The hunt begins, he walks towards the intersection. His lightsaber extended to his right. He makes it toward the intersection and makes a right. Again the boy makes it into another hallway as Anakin enters the hallway. Frustrated and feels that he's wasting time, his slow walk turns into a hurried pace. Running down the hallway the boys sees in front of him a very open room with many colors of green. He stops his screaming and cries for help into the room. As he gets closer two clones poke their heads out to see what's coming. He completely forgot that the clones were attacking the temple, it slipped through his mind.

"Help me!", the boy yelped. The room had six doors leading into different hallways. He passed by them and kept running. The clones looked back into the hallway he came from and saw what he was running away from.

"Stop!", one of the clones said.

Anakin lifted a hand and force pushed them, they flew to the other side of the room. The boy saw they've have been defeated, he kept running. Anakin passed the room quick on the chase when suddenly blaster fire came from behind him. It was one of the clones. He was still conscious. He fired twice and the shots went after the him. Anakin deflected the first and dodged the second and flinged his lightsaber at him. The clone fell back, it was a hit. The lightsaber came back to it's wielder like a boomerang. Back to the hunt.

Beep-Beep-Beep-, another day on coruscant. The alarm clock with piercing all around the square room with unforgettable sound. The room was dark and gloomy. There was posters on the wall of foreign rock bands and junk mail on the floor. It was a glass of water and an aspirin on the nightstand beside the clock. Books and figurines were on the desk across from the bed in the shadows. In the, the being under the covers appeared to look like a lump. A fat lump because of the way it was spreading it's am and legs. An arm began to reach out of the covers for the alarm. Its palm had five fingers with pink nails and light skin. Human

fingers search for the snooze button. The tapping turned to pounding until the alarm stopped. A long yawn escaped through its mouth. He got out of bed hoping to get the same day over with.

Guard duty. The worst job in the world, maybe even the galaxy-the entire UNIVERSE even. Sadly someone has to do it and he was that someone. Time for the usual long shower, shave and wasting 5 minutes on deciding what to wear, but today he had to wear his uniform. He had to guard around the jedi temple. The afternoon shift was coming to a close and the night shift was staring. Such boring work, he thought. He wishes he could go back to his old position around the galaxy, fighting on the frontline the way he always wanted. Excitement.

The apartment wasn't small but it wasn't big either. The view was about the the only thing good about it. He could see the the falling sun falling victim to the starry night. He slouched back and said,

"Time to go"

He tossed his coat on his back side, opened the door and walked right out. The apartment complex was grey and had dim lighting. He passed by some other species living in the building, entering and leaving at this our. The hallway was so long they were never empty, you could practically see someone on the far side. Thinking kept him busy from the long walk to the elevator. Once he reached the elevator there was already some people waiting for it to come to this floor. When the metallic doors opened a flood of people entered the hallway. He stepped into the crowded elevator and waited for it to hit the main floor, the garage. Getting out of the elevator was s another difficult thing, there have been a few fights just from bumping into some gang member that live around here.

After heading out into the garage to find his car(flying car), just a yellowy sport vehicle with with a long fin on the back, no big deal. He heads out to the junction and makes his regular way to his work area, the Jedi temple. Before he gets there he makes a quick stop at Gorgons Dinner for breakfast, even though night time was upon him. His sleep schedule was all Topsy turvy. It was his usual favorite dinner, it didn't serve crap like the other ones he's regretted going to. He would sit in his spot, the one don't the right side of the front entrance with the window looking over street.

Approached him a robotic waitress. It asked him his order.

"The usual", he said.

" Name?", it responded.

"Graf"

The piece of machinery paused recognizing his name and said she will have it for him in a few minutes. She went to others table and began asking for their orders. Graf was his name, Captain Graf of the republic army. He picked up a newspaper and brought it to his eyes. 'CIS FALLING BACK' was the headline. A sigh left his body, 'more war', he thought. But it was almost over and he wouldn't be part of it. Why can't he go back to his good old days. The waitress appeared and startled him with its immediate voice like it was trying to yell in his ear.

"Heres your Philly cheese steak sandwich and dark roast, will that be all"

He adjusted himself and politely tried to say, "Thank you"

As the waitress wheeled away, he took a sip of his coffee and muttered,

"Dawmnit Graf your loosing your cool, you let a dawn robot scare you". He took another sip, " Ugh, that's good"

Then again its wasn't the first robot thats scared him before. Like the ones that wanted to put a bullet through his head.