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Anakin steadily walked towards the slave quarters. It was quiet and dark, but it did not bother him. He used the force to enhance his ability to see in the dark. His lightsaber was attached to his belt ready to be used at any moment. The darkness seemed to enshroud the boy, making him bigger than he was. His own dark clothes allowed him to blend in with the night. At eight years, he was small for his age, but he made up for it in determination. His sadness followed him like a storm cloud, raining on his day. He was mostly confused and surprised. He wanted an answer!

Reaching the door, he keyed in the code. The door slid open and Anakin walked in. The hovel was slightly lit; his mother was nowhere to be found. Walking around Anakin looked around trying to find her, his bond with her allowed him to find her more easier. While Shmi had a force sensitivity, she was not skilled enough to become a Jedi. Anakin walked into his mother's room and spied something he never seen before. The small communications device allowed for transmission of messages over great distances. As he ran his hand on the device, he noticed it was new. It was also very expensive. Anakin wondered how his mother attained such an expensive device when she was a slave.

"Hello Ani."

Anakin started and automatically grabbed his lightsaber. He learned the hard way that if you are not prepared you are dead. His eyes widened when he caught sight of his mother. She was standing in the doorway and somehow got there without him noticing. She still looked the same but she had more lines in her face. Anakin stared at her and wished everything could go back to what it was, before the mysterious stranger came.

"Hello mother."

It seemed strange to call her that. A part of him wanted to run back into her arms and cry but he subdued that part. If he cried now, he would not stop. He pulled out a datapad from his tunic and handed to her. He could not look her in the eyes.

"Mother….is this true?"

She read the pad and said nothing. Anakin hoped beyond hope that it was not true. A grin started to appear on his face. Maybe it was all a farce and he could go home and stay with his mom. He wouldn't mind to be a slave if he could stay with his mom.

"Hahahah."

The cynical laugh stopped his thoughts. Anakin looked up and his heart broke. Shmi was laughing at him. For the first time, Anakin saw the darkside curled around Shmi. It was a subtly link, it wrapped around her frame.

"Mom?"

Anakin was on the verge of crying. He felt his heart being broken piece by piece.

"Be silent boy. I am not your mother."

Shmi seemed to wanting to get this off her chest. Anakin stayed silent, dreading what was coming next.

"Your mother was my sister. My sister who was picked by the Jedi to become a Jedi. I was older than she was. I was not good enough for them. My twin sister is your mother. I am your aunt."

Through out this tirade she spat out the word Jedi. She had such deep resentment for the Jedi.

"I got back on her though. My Lord Sidious saved me and trained me. My sister was sent to agricorps and the ship was hijacked. She was stranded on this planet and sold as a slave. How the mighty had fallen."

Anakin started crying and he could not stop. The pain and sadness flooded him. His emotions swamped and spilled out.

"When she was pregnant with you, I was there to witness your birth. Then I replaced her and reared you. When the time came, you would destroy the Jedi."

Anakin stared in shock. This vile women had impersonated his mother and he didn't know. How?

"You ask How? At birth, Sidious linked my force presence and your mothers. So you would feel my presence and not notice anything amiss."

"Where is my mother?" Anakin felt empty, as if there was a void in his heart.

"She's dead. I killed her myself. Her terror was so great when she found out that her son would be used to destroy the Jedi. I drank her terror and fed on IT."

At this Anakin lit his saber. Its read gleam lit the area up with a red glow. This monster killed his mother. His mother was gone. He needed to avenge her death.

"Hehe. Boy I had been trained by the best. I will beat you and return you to my Lord Sidious and be rewarded."

In anger, Anakin swung his lightsaber at her, revenge the only thing keeping from collapsing. A blue blade blocked him. In her hands was the lightsaber that he found when he was a kid. She had fixed it and was using it against him. Snarling she shoved his saber aside and slashed at him. Anakin barely blocked her attack. Shmi was taller and stronger than he was. However, Anakin's own force presence blinded her force talent. Using the force, he threw objects at her and kept on moving backwards. As Shmi kept pressing him, she led him to the outside. In close quarters, she was at a disadvantage but in the open desert, Anakin's short stumpy legs would hamper him. She fueled her hate of him and her sister into the Force, pressing Anakin back.

Anakin himself lashed out in the Force, using his hate of this woman to fuel his own movements. The dark side focused and swirled around the two combatants, chocking out the light side. However, the tide of battle was turning and it was not in his favor. As good as Anakin was in the Force, his swordsmanship was deplorable. Shmi's was not any better but it was better than his was.

As Anakin fought, his eyes slowly turned yellow, glowing like a demons'. He slashed and attacked opening himself to the dark side. His mind was focused on the fact that his life was a misery because of this murder that killed his real mother. Without realizing it, he started choking her. Shmi's dropped her saber and clutched her throat. Moving swiftly, Anakin beheaded her.

"That was for my mother."

He stared at the body and grabbed the saber. He walked no more than twelve steps before he threw up. This was his first kill, and it sickened him. He stumbled into the hovel and threw up in the fresher. It dawned on him, that he killed someone. This revenge didn't make him feel better, his mother was still gone. The void where his heart was bigger, the sense of power left him. All that remained was a brokenhearted child, who lost his only mentor. Anakin stared at his reflection; his yellow eyes stared back at him, accusingly. His face resembled his mother and aunt's. The same cheeks and nose, the only thing different was his eyes. His 'mother' said his eyes were of a deep blue that reflected the kind soul that was housed within. Was she right? Or was it another lie that was his life?

Anakin released his pain and his anger into the Force. Why him? His anger drained out of him, he started recounting his memories. His 'mother' loved him but for a different reason. He was her revenge, her tool. However, she did take care of him, and besides you do not leave evidence of a crime unless you want to go to jail.

Composing himself, Anakin used the force to pick up his 'mother' and her head and tossed them in the desert near a place where a krayt dragon lived. The dragon may eat the body. He left no blood trail because lightsabers cauterize the wound. He took some items that was his and left. He left C-390 in the hovel. It was nearly finished expect there weren't any metal plating. He made it look like a robbery and went back to his ship. The next trading planet he is going to, he will disappear. He will ditch the ship and maybe get a job. As his ship left the planet and entered hyperspace, he cried. He sobbed and shuddered. He was a murder and a bad person. Why did he live and his mother die?

He needed her, he needed guidance. He drifted off to unconsciousness, his exhaustion catching up with him.

Hideout

Sidious threw a temper tantrum. The boy was gone. Maul checked Tatooine and the boy was gone. His servant was gone as well. Screaming Sidious continued to throw objects into the walls. He should have taken the boy as a child and not wait. His plans would be more difficult but no matter. The Jedi will fall, one way or another. He did not plan for decades and stop at the hurdles. Soon, everything would fall in place, he will find the Chosen One and bring him into the fold.

Ok, how was it. Did you guess right on how Shmi really was? Comment please