Changing Fate
"D-Don't l-listen to him, Obi-Wan," Satine had begged, even as she was gasping for air as an invisible hand constricted her windpipe. Her blurred, spotting vision as Maul tightened his Force grip still never wavered from Obi-Wan's face.
But Obi-Wan was devoid of witty remarks or sharp protests from Maul's torment. "I can feel your anger, your hatred," the demon from the past whispered, holding Satine's life in his hands so carelessly. "Use them," he had taunted, daring Obi-Wan and knowing he would refuse. That the perfect Jedi would sit and watch and would lose /everything/. "Use them~" He nearly sang.
And Obi-Wan did.
Something had snapped. Obi-Wan wasn't sure of hardly anything, but he knew one thing for sure: He would /not/ lose another person he loved. This anger, this hatred welled up inside of him and he used it. Strongly, and perhaps clumsily, but with a single, low growl, his emotions had exploded into power, shoving the men restraining him into the opposite wall hard enough to probably kill them, or at least break something. A flick of his wrist saw his lightsaber back in his hand and pointed at Maul.
Maul's initial surprise in watching these events had turned to complete and utter amusement, shown by how he let out quite a cruel, loud laugh. "Wonderful, Kenobi. I've won."
When Obi-Wan spoke next he didn't even recognize his own voice, it was so angry, so…dark. "Let. Her. Go."
And when Maul said, 'Make me,' Obi-Wan did.
The thrill of emotions, especially that of hatred, was so consuming and overwhelming. Obi-Wan took great pleasure in finally, completely, destroying the devil that had taken so much from him. He waited, watched the light leave the thing's eyes, before pulling his saber from his chest, and glancing around the room, panting and disoriented. Golden eyes, flickering about the room, tense, ready to strike, he was but a wild animal.
Satine had watched the fight in horror, having finally gained her breath back when Obi-Wan engaged Maul in the fight. She'd seen the difference in him, the pure hatred and anger. And though she understood in a way, she also knew he shouldn't be acting on those emotions. The Jedi, as much as she had argued the point with him, were about peace. Though they fought enemies, they did not indulge themselves in such hatred, such anger. She hadn't been able to call out to him, her voice was much too scratchy and raw at first. But she'd wanted him to stop, to /think/ a moment about what he was doing.
And now, watching him kill with such /pleasure/…It scared her. She was trembling watching him stand there and look around. It took a long while for her to gather the courage to even try to speak. But a moment before she did, one of the men Obi-Wan had thrown off of him shifted near the wall, groaning. And before Satine could even take a breath, Obi-Wan had stabbed him through, the cry of pain emanating from the man alarming to Satine.
"Obi-Wan, stop!" She managed to yell out, even if her voice was scratchy. Though of course her plea was too late, Obi-Wan still looked over at her, and for one dreadful moment, Satine thought he meant to kill her too.
But his whole personage softened, his voice became much more gentle as he moved over to her quickly. "Satine…" He knelt in front of her, placing his hands on her cheeks, staring into her eyes.
His hands were cold, and his eyes were…gold. Not the beautiful blue she'd grown to love, not the stormy grey she'd often seen, not the green they'd been right before he kissed her for the first time. Gold. Beautiful, but so wrong. "W-What's happened to you?" she whispered, her own eyes wide in horror.
His gaze drifted to the side for a moment, as if thinking of her words and wondering himself what had occurred. He only brought his eyes back to her when he had seemingly registered and understood his actions. "I…did what needed to be done, Satine. For you." He slowly wiped at her cheeks, they were so wet with tears. "I saved you," he whispered, and there was an overwhelming relief in his voice, one that brought a hint of tears to his own eyes right before he pressed his lips desperately to hers.
Initially, she was shocked by such an action, and eagerly embraced it; it had been so long since the two of them had shared a kiss. But she forced herself to keep the kiss short, both for her own sanity and for her lungs that still felt devoid of as much air as she needed. "I saved you, I saved you," He kept murmuring, pressing her into a firm hug, one of his hands petting her mussed blond hair slowly.
Satine had finally shaken her head, pulling back just enough to be able to look at him, still letting him grip her arms so firmly. "But at what cost, Obi-Wan? You've lost yourself…" She whispered, her own sorrow bringing fresh tears to her eyes. And Obi-Wan watched her in confusion, tilting his head to the side like a wild animal.
"No, no, I've found myself," he insisted, and he grinned at her, one that made a feeling of dread build up in her stomach. As his excitement grew, so did Satine's sorrow. What had she done to him? "And we can be together, like we always wanted," he had murmured, going in for another kiss, but she quickly turned her head to the side.
"No! No, we c-can't….I love you, but, but what about the Jedi, your place is there, and mine…mine is among my people." She reluctantly told him, reminding him of the very conversation they had had in their youth that had ended with the decision of going their separate ways.
But Obi-Wan remembered the arguments, the conversations, and firmly shook his head, looking almost angry. "No, Satine. I see so clearly now, my place is beside /you/. It always has been. The Jedi…The Jedi blinded me. I'll not let them control me, I'll not let them, or anyone else for that matter, separate me from you." There was a firmness in his voice that told her anyone who tried to separate them would meet the same fate as the dead men around them. "No one will harm you ever again," he promised her.
And as he kissed her again, firmly, Satine had a very bad feeling about this turn of events.
