A Dark Light

A Star Wars Story

By: Ghost-girl-writes

Chapter Four: Sadistics and Innocents

Nero was ahead of all the other kids as they raced across the wheat fields next to the slave station. He had to slow down or even stop a few times so that the other children could catch up with him, even though some of them were much older than the young boy. Once most of the small group of kids were close enough, Nero's friend William raced up to him. William was about a head taller than Nero and had brown, thick locks of hair that curled around his face and stuck out in all different directions. The pale, young child giggled as his friend picked him up from behind and spun him around, causing many of the other children to laugh.

It was a beautiful spring day, and many of the children were just waiting to play games in the field, and since the children had been on their best behavior for a good month or so, the station owner's wife gave each of them a coin or two to go get candy out near the market place. Nero had been so excited that he had jumped up and down and started racing off ahead of everyone, wanting to be the first one to reach the market. "For a little kid like you, you have some speed in those thin legs of yours." William said, placing Nero back down on the ground.

"Mama told me that I could be the fastest man alive!" Nero teased, making the taller child laugh.

"Now, don't get too ahead of yourself, or you might just trip over your own feet." William retorted.

"Yeah, like when you tried to take one of Xerxes' toy, and he came back in the room, and then you tripped on the rug." One of the other kids said.

Nero pouted his lips and crossed his arms over his chest in defiant manner. "I wasn't trying to take it! He wasn't playing with it no more, and Addi asked me to go get it!" Nero said to the group of kids.

"Come on, let's keep going. We don't want to wait around all day in the wheat field and let all the god candy be bought!" William said and got everyone's attention.

Many of the kids started cheering and jumping before they started running in the direction towards the market once again. Though Nero hung out towards the back where Williams was. The two walked together, side by side as the tall wheat grass brushed up against their legs. "How's your back doing?" Williams asked after a moment.

The taller child had been waiting for them to have a moment alone to ask the other, not wanting the other children to eavesdrop on them. Ever since Nero's mother passed away a few months ago, and his father a few months before that, the white eyed boy had been less and less happy, which William understood, having lost both of his parents as well. Not only had Nero started to become more depressed, but without the protection of either of his parents, he was an easy target for people like Xerxes.

Xerxes was much older than the small group of kids. He normally worked out in the fields or in the auto parts shop down the road with most of the older teens. Since Nero, William and the other kids were so small, they were usually stuck with simple, but very boring tasks. Such as cleaning the station from top to bottom, taking out the trash, cleaning the dishes, laundry and going out to buy food for everyone. It didn't seem like it, but by the end of the day, most of the children were too tuckered out to play any games afterwards. Though, on some days when the work was light, the younger children would go play near the wheat fields. This caused Xerxes to be not so happy with them.

He always complained how they didn't work the younger kids hard enough, or how they should be locked up inside and let everyone else work in piece. He really was a bitter person. But William and most of the other children knew that the owner's wife had a somewhat soft spot for the children, though they were still punished harshly if they did something wrong or didn't finish a chore quickly enough. Xerxes, since Nero's parent's passed away, had seemed to make it his number one priority to make his life a living hell, more so than it already was living at a slave station. William didn't know why Xerxes hated the small boy so much, since Nero didn't really talk much to the other slaves, or go near them.

Nero sighed to himself softly, undoing the first button of his dirty top, and let William take a peek down his back to examine the lash mark. The long mark traveled down from the middle of his shoulder blades all the way down to his hips. Once Williams had told him that it hadn't reopened and that all the scabs were still there, he buttoned his shirt back up and together, walked a little faster to catch up with everyone. As they caught up with the group, and heard many of the other children singing along to a song, Nero thought back to how he had gotten the nasty lash, that would probably stay with him forever. At least, that was what the medical personnel had said when William had to carry him there.

Nero had just walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, since he had been playing around all day with many of the other children in the backyard before being told to get inside since it was getting darker out. When he found the pitcher of water and started pouring it into an empty glass cup, he heard the back kitchen doors swing open and some of the older teens come walking in, covered in dirt from the fields. The pale teen had picked up the pitcher and put it back in the fridge before grabbing his cup and holding it close to him. The older teens didn't seem to notice him at first and took a tiny sip of water before starting to make his way back towards the room where the other kids were playing around. He passed the fireplace when he heard one of the utensils fall behind him, making a loud clattering sound on the stone floor. This caused some of the teens to look over, but most of them simply turned back around. Others still looked over as they saw Xerxes get up and stalk over to the young boy.

The small child backed up close to the fireplace, but stopped as he felt the flames heat up his back and he felt his body start to sweat from it. Xerxes didn't say anything and then just grabbed Nero by the arm and grabbed for something behind him that he couldn't see. The next moment he felt the searing pain of something cutting his hot flesh open and screamed out in pain. The older teens did nothing, mainly because they were shocked, but as Xerxes let him go, letting Nero crumble to the floor, William and another boy came running into the room to see their friends on the floor, crying out in pain. William quickly got Nero away from Xerxes, who let the hot iron hook fall to the ground as the other child went to go tell the owner. He remembered how much it hurt, sewing the skin back up and having to lay on his back for almost a week and was not allowed to more from the bed unless he needed to use the bathroom. It was awful.

Though now, it didn't hurt that badly, it was just sore in some places and he was moving around just as much as he was before. Nero still had no idea why Xerxes hated him so much, he didn't remember doing something to him that would cause him to harbor so much hatred for him, but he would never ask him, too afraid of what the other would do to him. He tried not to think of it and instead just tried to have a good time with his friends for the day.

By the time it was around noon, the kids had reached the market place and it was busy as always. Species and creatures of all kind were walking around, buying and selling things. The children stuck close to one another as they wandered around to look for a shop that sold sweets.

It wasn't long and when they did find the store they all ran inside. Thankfully the shop's owner seemed more pleased than annoyed having a bunch of little kids running around their shop wanting to buy some candy. Nero wandered around the fruits that were dipped in chocolate and other sugary goodness with Addi, one of the children. They both looked over at the giant pieces of fruit that were dipped in either chocolate or caramel and licked their lips at the same time. Which caused both of them to giggle to themselves softly. Addi picked up a giant berry dipped in caramel, and Nero reached for the last giant strawberry dipped in chocolate. The berry was about the size of Nero's own hand and it was the perfect shade of red.

He walked up together with Addi to pay for the treats and waite near the front of the shop for everyone else to be done. Once everyone was happily munching, chewing or sipping at whatever they bought they thanked the owner and left. The children had been in there for quite some times, but they didn't mind, so long as they were home before dinner, and dinner wasn't served until the sun went had a few hours left of sunlight and started to head back towards the wheat fields.

Some of the kids who had finished their sweets started playing a game of tag while the others still eating sat in a small circle and talked. Nero was having a wonderful time, sitting in the tall wheat grass and finally making it to the strawberry underneath the chocolate. Once he finally bit into the berry, his mouth was filled with the ripe, sweet juice of it, and effectively got some on the collar of his shirt. William poked fun of him, but he just laughed it off.

Nero was almost done with his treat when one of the other children said that it was getting pretty late, and that they should head back soon if they wanted to get back before dinner. All of them agreed and started to flag over some of the kids who had wandered off to go play a different game. Once they were all back together, with help from William running all over place to catch some of the more wild and unruly kids, they started heading back.

As they did so, once again Nero found himself at the back of the group with William by his side, eating the last part of the strawberry. "You think we'll have some meat tonight?" William asked.

Nero shook his head, "I think we're just gonna get porridge." He told him as he swung the white stick that the strawberry had been stuck on around and against the wheat grass.

William hummed softly and watched as Nero played around with the stick. They were getting close to the station and on the very skirts of where the wheat fields ended and the dirt road started when the two boys stopped and looked up as someone stepped in front of them. The two of them saw Xerxes, covered in dirt mostly, looking rather angry at the two young boys. "Slacking again are we?" He spoke to the boys.

The two poor boys were so shocked, they didn't know what to do as he came closer. Xerxes shoved William a side, causing him to fall back onto the ground. Nero glanced over at his friend before looking back at the advancing male. It was then that his motor skill decided to kick in and turned around and started to run away from the other. However, Nero wasn't quick enough.

He felt Xerxes' large hand grab him by the neck and yank him to the ground, pushing him on his back. Nero heart was practically beating out of his chest and his eyes were wide with terror. He begged him to stop as he started to get on top of him and pinned his arms beside his side with his legs and raised his fist.

Nero saw it coming, but it didn't hurt any less.

The young child's head snapped to the side as heat erupted from the side of his face. It was a hot sting and before he could open his mouth to scream out in pain, Xerxes' other hand came down and made Nero's head snap back to the other side, this time feeling something warm dripping across his lips and chin. When he glanced up, he could see his blood start to stain the teen's fist as they kept connecting with the sides of his head.

Nero could faintly hear William yelling in the background about something, but there was now a ringing in his ears that he could barely hear what Xerxes' was yelling at him. The ringing in his ears got worse with each bunch and the next thing he knew he couldn't breath. Xerxes' hand stopped long enough to wrap themselves around his throat, cutting off his air supply. The smaller boy started gasping, struggling and trying to break free of the other's hold. His vision was getting blurry but he could still see Xerxes staring down at him with dark eyes. All while Nero's chest heaved deeply, trying to get air in and out of his lungs. There was so much hatred in his eyes, and as he stared back at him, felt a sudden rush of anger enter his body.

He didn't know what he had done to cause so much hatred. Nero had done nothing. Nothing. There was no justified reason for Xerxes to be beating him up right now, for him to be killing him right now.

Nero's skin started to turn a horrifyingly blue color in certain spots, the color along with the rich red of his blood stood out starkly against his pale skin. He continued to let out strangled gasps of air, tasting his blood as it dribbled into his gaping mouth. Slowly his vision was darkening and just as he felt as if he was going to pass out, Xerxes' grip loosen complete and felt him get off of him.

The pale boy rolled onto his side, coughing up blood and spitting it out on the ground beside of him as he finally took in a breath of air. He felt hot tears sting his eyes and mix with the blood that was dripping against his face, making it seem like he was crying blood. Nero propped himself up a bit on his hands as he stilled laid on his side, turning his head to see what had happened to Xerxes. He saw him standing over a scared William, who was sitting on the ground, and his hands up to block his face.

Xerxes started wailing on him, his fists coming down against those dark locks of hair. Seeing his friend being hurt uncapped something inside of Nero, and on quivering legs started to stand up. His body swayed a bit as he tried to stand up straight, his pale eyes bloodshot and looked to be bleeding. "Let him go!" Nero yelled, his voice shaking and cracking.

It was enough to get the older male's attention. "You don't tell me what to do, you rotten child." He retorted, stopping his assault on William and instead started to advance towards Nero once again.

Nero's fists clenched at his sides as he narrowed his eyes at the taller male. The beaten child felt something suddenly tugging him in all different directions, something that he couldn't explain. At first he felt as if there were sparks flying all around him and moving inside of him, he was so consumed by this feeling he didn't notice that Xerxes had stopped a few footsteps away from. Nero was so awestruck by this feeling flowing through him that he didn't realize that the boy in front of him suddenly couldn't breathe.

When he did, Nero's mind wanted to focus harder on it. Xerxes was hurting, good. He needed to feel pain, needed to feel what he had done to him. He needed a taste of his own medicine. The older teen started gasps and clawing at his throat as he tried to breathe even though there was nothing around his neck. The other needed to pay for what he had done to him, and what he had done to the other kids. If Nero could just focus hard enough...long enough he could actually-

"Nero! What are you doing to him!? Stop it!" William's voice entered his mind and just like that, his focus was broken and Xerxes fell to the ground, unmoving.

William stared at Nero but he couldn't read his expression for long because he took off running afterwards. Nero looked down at Xerxes who was passed out on the ground. He knew he wasn't dead...he just knew. Yet he really, really wanted him to be, to stop all his torment and to put an end to it.

A few minutes later William came back with the owner of the slave station. William must have told him what had happened because the next that happened was that the small boy was being dragged away from Xerxes. Nero was dragged back to the station but instead of going through the front doors, he was pulled back into the backyard where the owner opened up one of the few sheds in the back, shoved Nero inside of it.

The young male looked up through his fuzzy and unfocused vision as the door sealed off the last bit of light.

"And how exactly do you plan on retrieving this boy?" General Hux asked Kylo Ren as they walked back from their brief meeting with Supreme Leader Snoke.

Kylo Ren had told Snoke about the boy and that they should try and claim the boy for themselves. Personally, Hux didn't know why they needed another Jedi, well not even a Jedi, an untrained, misguided, child who probably wants to be fight for the light. If it were up to him, he would probably just put a bounty on his head or kill him and call it a day. Though, he had a feeling that the Jedi Knight wanted an apprentice of his own, since the young Rey girl was able to escape from his grasp.

"Let me worry about that." Kylo said, his voice distorted from the mask he was wearing.

It took almost everything Hux had to not roll his eyes, "I would but seeing as how we need to make sure we don't lose any more men and to show the Resistance that destroying Starkiller base didn't and won't halt our advances. It would be rather kind of you to at least talk over your plans before running head first into the Resistance's base to try and kidnap the child. Besides, who knows if the child will even be there by the time you and a fleet of our men get to their base?" Hux questioned and looked over at Kylo as he stayed silent.

They were quiet for a while as they walked down the black and grey hallway, passing some stormtroopers on the way.

"I will not go to the boy." Kylo said as his steps slowed ever so slightly.

"Oh?" Hux said, raising an eyebrow at the taller male.

"No," he said as he stopped outside a closed door, to which he then opened. Hux could hear the sudden scream and pathetic pleading from the man that Captain Phasma had picked up on her trip to Wayland. "The boy will come to me." Kylo said before stepping into the room and hearing the man's voice fall to a whispering plead and begging.

Then the door closed behind him and the screams were silenced.

Nero opened the door and practically threw himself in Poe's arms, who was more than startled and cursed loudly as they both stumbled and fell to the ground. The pale boy looked at Poe who seemed to be somewhat out of it himself, since they did have a few too many drinks at the party with the other pilots. So pushing him over probably wasn't helping him in the least bit. "Jeez kid, what's got you in a hurry?" He groan and sat up, making Nero back off of him and kneel.

"Sorry, I-uh, wanted to talk to General Leia about something is all." Nero muttered and watched as Poe rubbed the back of his head.

"Isn't it a little late to be running around? Can't it wait 'til morning?" Poe asked and looked at Nero for a moment, "Or is it something concerning the force?"

"Oh, no I just um...nevermind it can wait until morning." Nero said slowly getting up.

"You wanna talk about it? You don't look so good? Or maybe you should go back to bed?" Poe said getting up, but much slower.

"No it's fine, I think...I think I need to take a little walk. Don't worry about me." He said and gave the other a small smile.

Poe didn't seem so convinced, but ended up shrugging his shoulder and patted Nero on his back before telling him that he would be in his cabin if he needed him. He waited for the other to disappear going off and trying to find a quiet place for just a few moments.

Instead of simply going back to his room, Nero wandered the hallways, seeing some of the Resistance members who were on the night shift and doing a few things here and there. The force wielder found himself wandering towards the control room and decided to maybe hang around there and see how things actually worked around here, without any rude, interrupting captains or anything. The pale male walked through the doors to see only a handful of people working at the computers, and two of the commanders from before monitoring something at large hologram table. Nero walked over and was glad that the woman from before greeted him with a smile. "Isn't a bit late for you to be taking a walk?" She asked him as Nero approached the table and placed his hands on its rim.

"I guess it is, but I couldn't sleep. I wanted to talk to General Leia, but I suppose that can wait 'til morning." Nero said.

The commander smiled and pulled up some sort of chart on the table, "Well, Leia is very capable of many things, but if she isn't available, I'm sure myself or one of the other commanders can assist you." She said, making the chart disappear from view and pulled up another one.

"Oh well...it's not that pressing of a matter." Nero lied, "It was just something stupid now that I think about it."

"Well if you want to talk about something stupid, I'm sure someone here would be more than happy to lend an ear." She said with a smile.

Nero smiled back and took a seat and watched as the commander went through a few other things. He watched with interest, even though he didn't really understand what the charts implied or anything of that sort. After a while he reached out and his finger brushed against a file, opening it up to show a few pictures of random people. He noticed the commander looking at him through the corner of her eyes and closed the file, mumbling an apology. "No, don't worry about it. Have you ever used this kind of technology before?" She asked him.

The male shook his head, "No," he told her, looking back at the table, "the first time I rode in a ship was with Poe when he helped me get off of Wayland." He told her, "And I might have accidently pressed a few buttons that made the ship go a bit crazy."

The commander laughed a bit at that, and then told him to come sit next to her. "It's rather simple, here I'll teach you a few tricks of the trade." She said and Nero did just that.

Nero and the commander were at it for a good two hours or so, looking at files and documents together over the hologram. It was very interesting to say the least. He got the hang of most things but with being a slave and working for most of his life, and then being sold off to Ja'har for the other half, technology was not a strong suit for him in the least bit. Though with the commanders help, it seemed a little less intimidating to him.

All was well, and the commander let Nero read over some historical text of the Resistance and the Republic for some time, while she answered a call from one of the Resistance's personnel that was stationed a few towns from where the base was. He wasn't too interested in the call, since they were simply talking about what was going on it town, and only looked over a few times.

After some time had passed, the person on the other end was about to end the transmission when he told the commander to wait a moment and stepped out of frame. By this time Nero had finished reading the documents and was waiting for the commander to be done with the call, when the person came back onto screen. The man looked rather worried and when he spoke up his voice was rather shaken. "Commander I'm sending you something that one of our men found in the city." He said, and as the words left his mouth and image popped up in the center of the screen.

The commander and Nero both looked up at the image, for a moment couldn't believe what he was seeing. There in the center of the hologram table was a picture of him, with a bounty on his head for...holy angels, Nero didn't think he was reading that number right. He had never seen so many zeros in his life. His mouth had fallen open ever so slightly, and his pale eyes were wide as he looked at the image.

At the bottom of the image was a short paragraph that read, 'Nero, age unknown. Wanted by the First Order, and is armed and dangerous. Bring to nearest commander or outpost, with him alive and unharmed. Pale features and is normally seen wearing on old brown cloak, contact if you know any information about him.'

Nero was still looking at the image with disbelief as the commander immediately called for someone to get General Leia in here now.

A short time later Leia was walking into the control room with a few other people, looking at the screen and then back at Nero who had yet to look away from the image still floating in the middle of the room. "Do we know who posted this?" Leia asked, walking towards the table.

"Some of our men said that spotted stormtroopers posting them around some of the towns. We've also been informed that some of the local bounty hunters have caught wind of the prize money." The commander said.

Leia looked at Nero who had yet to say anything yet, and still hadn't looked away from the screen. "We will not give you up to the First Order so easily." Leia said, which finally made Nero turn and look at her.

He stood up slowly from his seat and turned to face her. "I can't just stay here and let you all do this work for me. Besides, I'm the one they want, if that means that this puts a bigger target on the Resistance's back then I-"

"You will not be handed over to the First Order, not while I am in charge here." Leia cut him off, which made him close his mouth.

"You may not be part of this team, but that does not mean that your life is less valuable than the ones in this room here." Leia said, "Now, we will work to try and get rid of this bounty and keep you safe." She said.

Nero stayed quiet for a time afterwards and watched as everyone in the room started doing something while he just stood there in shock and bewilderment. He wanted to ask what he could do, but before that, there was a chime coming from the hologram.

"We're getting a message from someone near one of our outpost." A pilot said, that was working at one of the other smaller monitors.

"Put it through." Leia ordered and as she said, a person appeared on screen.

"No…" Nero said under his voice as he stepped closer to the table, which caused Leia to look at him from the corner of her eyes and then told them to play the message.

The image was of the man Nero knew all too well, and when he heard his voice come through he cringed.

"I am Ja'har, Master of Trade and Mystics, and owner of the person named Nero that has been taken by the Resistance. Nero was bought by me from a slave station, and therefor is my property under law. If returned in the next six hours, no harm will to the Resistance, or any of their outpost here on D'Qar. No harm will be done to the boy-" "Liar" Nero said under his breath, "if handed over within the allotted time. If you chose to make the wiser choice of handing him over, he is to come alone. If we discover any other members of the Resistance in aiding him, it will not end well."

The message ended at that, and the room was silent. It made Nero's stomach turn and flip in all different and uncomfortable ways. The image disappeared with a sound of static and afterwards, Nero looked at everyone in the room seeing that they were staring at him.

"We will not hand you over to the man who-"

"Stop it." Nero cut off the general this time.

"Just stop it. Please do not act as if you care for my well-being. I know that not all of you feel safe or comfortable in my presence." Nero spoke out loud, and didn't have to look around to see guilty eyes looking away.

"They're right, I am dangerous, but I do not want to see other people get hurt because of me." He said.

"We can find a way to put a stop to this, so that no one will get hurt." The commander said.

"I'm sorry, but I highly doubt that. Besides, he is right, under law I am still binded to him. Though, not for long if I have anything to say about it." Nero said, and turned his back to the table and started to make his way out of the room.

"You don't want to kill him." Leia called out to him, "Having someone's blood on your hands is a terrible and haunting thing for a person." She said, but Nero kept walking.

After he left, everyone in the room looked towards their leader, who looked over at the commander. "We can keep him here?"She offered.

"No we couldn't, not if he really wanted to leave." She said.

"So that's it? We're just letting him leave?" She asked her.

"I'm afraid so, let's just hope that Rey does find Luke and everything works out for the better. We can only hope." She told the room.

It wasn't hard to find a speeder that no one was using, seeing as how most of the pilots and other soldiers were fast asleep still. Though at this time, the sun was slowly and gradually starting to rise over the horizon. Nero was able to get it started and put on the helmet that was hanging on the handlebars, and drove off and away from the base. It had already been almost three hours since the transmission and the surfaced wanted picture, so that meant that he had less than three hours before bad things started happening to the Resistance, which they didn't need and couldn't afford to have now.

Besides, this gave Nero the perfect opportunity to go after Ja'har and make him pay for what he had done to him for all those years. Yes, the First Order was now looking for him, but at this moment, he didn't care, the opportunity for revenge was within his grasp and he wasn't going to let anyone take that away from him. He could worry about the First Order later, so long as he got want he wanted.

It took Nero over an hour to get to where Ja'har had been when he sent the transmission. It was of course a trade town, and it seemed like everyone was still in their beds, since there was barely anyone on the streets, minus a few scavengers going through some trash bins. Nero turned off the speeder and parked it near a building, before pulling off the helmet and tugging his cloak over his head. He slid off the small vehicle and started to walk down the street in search of his former master.

As he did so, he placed his right hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, so he could end this as soon as he could. Well, maybe he'd chop of his legs first and then...wait, no he just wanted to teach him a lesson. Nero realized what he was thinking was dark, a little too dark and in the back of his mind he knew he should pull back, to get on the speeder and just take off, but he was already here, and he could be so close to never having to worry about Ja'har ever again. It seemed too good to pass it up now.

Nero continued to wander the streets as the sun started to rise a little higher in the sky, casting long shadows along the dirt street, and more and more residents started to emerge from their homes. He quicken his pace a bit and took a quick turn down a small side street, looking around. As he did so, he noticed some people looking at him strangely and whispering to themselves. Nero took another turn and was back on the main road again.

For some reason he felt angry that he couldn't find him. He was the one that wanted him, so why wasn't he here? Why wasn't he making himself known? It was irritating him, the man was still a god damned coward, he should have known after all his years of having to spend it by his side.

He was growing a bit impatient and had to take a few deep breaths before he could continue looking for him. After some time, he wandered into an alleyway to clear his mind and tried to reach out to him with the force.

It took him a few long minutes but he finally felt him. Nero took off from the alleyway and back onto the streets as quickly as his legs could carry him. Though there seemed to be crowds starting to form further and further down the streets where he had felt Ja'har. 'The bastard…' Nero thought.

He quickly started to move his way through the crowd of people who seemed hell bent on keeping their spots and he really didn't want to do this but his anger was boiling over and he really didn't want to but-

Nero grabbed for his lightsaber and held the hilt in his hands, which got some people nearby that were looking at him to move, and once those people started moving it was like a pathway opened up for him. He didn't stop long enough to question it and by the time he had made it through the other side he saw him.

Quicker than ever, Nero pressed his thumb against his lightsaber and the familiar whirl of it entered his ears. He heard the screams and commotion going on behind him as he moved his lightsaber around in the air, but his eyes were focused on the man in front of him, not the bystanders.

He stalked forward, saber pointed at the man, who was wearing a hooded cloak. He got close enough to yank the cloak right off of him, revealing the man underneath. Nero placed the weapon gently against his neck, just grazing the skin. "I've been waiting for this moment for ten years Ja'har." He whispered menacingly.

He saw the man trembling and a scared look enter his eyes that made Nero want to smile with joy, that he was finally going to feel all of the pain and suffering that he had inflicted upon him. "Is there anything want you to say before I drive this through your heart?" He asked him.

"Please...please kill me, don't make me go back to him, please! I beg of you kill me now!" He told him, which through Nero off and actually stepped back.

"What? You..you want-" Nero cut himself off, completely baffled.

Since when did this man have a death wish? He always talked about becoming the richest man in all of the galaxies and having everyone bow down to him, yet now he was asking him to end this all? That didn't make sense.

"Please, kill me Nero, if he takes me back I don't know what he'll do to me, please just kill me!" He begged him, and even grabbed for his hand that was holding his lightsaber.

He yanked his hand back and watched as he looked back at him with tears in his eyes. "Please, please…" He continued to beg.

"Fine." Nero snapped, eyes narrowing at his long time tormentor. "I'll kill you, but I won't make it quick." He told him and brought the lightsaber down, cutting off Ja'har's right arm completely off.

He screamed bloody murder and fell to his knees as he looked over at his severed arm. There was a crowd cowering behind him, he could faintly hear their terrified comments but seeing Ja'har crying in pain, crying for mercy reminded him so much of himself.

Nero swung the lightsaber again, cutting his head clean off from his shoulders and watched as the body slumped to the side before falling into the dirt. He didn't realize he was breathing so heavily until afterwards, and suddenly had a hard time getting air into his lungs, and felt his blood rushing around his body at a panicked rate.

His hands were trembling as they still clutched the lightsaber and felt his shoulder quivering uncontrollably. He actually did it, he actually killed him. Something so long ago he never thought would happen and now it has.

But why didn't he feel good? In fact, he felt as if he was going to throw up instead. So, with shaky fingers, he turned off his lightsaber, and now that the sound was muted, heard the footsteps and felt himself focus on the overpowering force that was suddenly behind him. Nero spun around too quickly and almost stumbled to the side, falling over, if it wasn't for the quick hand of the towering man in front of him. He was dressed in all black, with a mask covering his face.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice deep and distorted from the mask, "that'll get easier."

And then Nero felt his gloved hand touch his temple and everything was smothered in darkness.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to update, school has been a pain in the butt. Anyhow, I really hope you all like the fourth chapter, please comment/review if you want! Plus I would love to hear feedback from you guys! Or PM me if you have any questions! Happy writing!