"Where are we going?"

I asked Anakin as he pushes me into the unknown. His hand was over my eyes while his metal hand pushes me to unknown. He energy was a bit calm, so I wasn't very worried. But Anakin did have that unique ability to hide emotions. So we will see.

"A surprise my young student." He tells me as we walked.

"Can I make a guess?" I asked.

"Go ahead." He chuckles.

"Another dress?" I asked.

"No."

"Jewelry?"

"Nope, keep guessing, were almost there." He tells me.

"Uh…a room?" I asked. Then my walking came to a stop. I heard a door open, the feeling of cold air brushing against my chest alerts me a bit that we were entering something. Please force above, he is going to kill me, let it be quick and painless.

"Your so sweet, and kind, and beautiful my young padawan," Anakin whispers into my ear. "Your almost perfect…"

"Almost?" I asked.

"Yes, your missing one thing. And that's loyalty." He tells me before removing his hand from the eyes. The sight before me nearly made my heart stop and my legs weak. Gasping a large amount of air into my lungs, my eyes met with the orange figure before me. Someone I thought was gone…

"Plo-Koon?" I asked. The man in front of me was chained to the ground. A metal leash around his neck, chains holding his hands down to the ground, and a broken breathing mask. He nearly looked like he was going to puke.

"What…" I asked as tears formed in my eyes. What was he doing here? Why was he here?

"Funny thing turns out he survived order 66 or whatever. So we hunted him down and brought him here." Anakin started. "Funny thing, we thought instead of killing him, we make him one of us. The problem with that though, he refused to give in. Unlike you Ahsoka, who actually do as I say."

He tells me before grabbing my left hand. Forcing it down a bit, he places a device in my hand. He then forces my fingers to wrap around the device, making me grip the cold metal. Looking down, I saw that he had just given me his lightsaber. It was black with a red button, the opposite colors of a Jedi saber.

"Master…" I whimpered. I knew what he wanted me to do…I knew it…

"See snips. Sidious informed me of a place for you here. But, Plo-Koon is another perfect candidate for that position. So, after a talk with the dark lord…"

Anakin places both of his hands on my shoulder, then plants a kiss on my cheek. He then continues to speak:

"We came to an agreement. You two fight it out to the death. If you win, I promise I will never raise my hand to you again."

"He's...I..."

Lost for words, and possibly any common sense I had left. I stood there holding his lightsaber for dear life, thinking of the choices that I would soon have to make. I didn't want to do this. I can't do this. First the man on that planet, now this!? I can't do it! I won't do it! I rather die then do it!

"Anakin," I spoke, looking over my shoulder I saw that he was gone! My master was gone, and I was stuck here alone. No, don't leave me Anakin...please don't leave me again! Please, Anakin...

"The final test! If we kill him, Anakin will never hurt you again! Isn't that wonderful?"

But...Plo-Koon...

"He is already dead! We must survive. If you do this, Anakin will love you forever. Don't you want that?"

I do...NO! I don't! I never did...did I? No, I mean...Anakin is everything to me...no he's not! I mean he's not everything! No, that's not what I meant!

"Have a bit of a conflict are we? Can't decided whether or not to be the monster?"

I am not a monster!

"I was talking about Anakin."

SHUT UP! You don't know anything about me! Your just a voice in my head, you know nothing!

"Your right, your so fucking right! I know nothing, all I know is that every time you hurt, I feel pain. And honestly, I hate it, so kill Plo-Koon! Or I will, and when I do, I promise you...when you wake up... you're never going to be the same again."

Who are you?

I asked the voice. The voice becomes silent. Not even a chuckle or a whisper like it normally does. Was it finally gone? Did I make it go away?

"Behind you..."

The voice spoke...but this time its voice was different. It was...it sounded like...me? Turning my body around, my heart stopped its beating before racing. My body tightens, I could feel my veins pulsating so faster than it felt like a rope was tied around me.

NO!

"Oh yes."

She...I spoke. It was like looking into a mirror, a mirror of horrors from the past. There she stood, hands out with a sadistic smile on her face. It was me, she looked exactly like me when I was 16 years old. Expect her eyes were yellow instead of blue, and around them was black veins that made her eyes have more dept. It was terrifying because I remember the state I was in when I was that. The feeling of being...happy. I was so happy when the darkness was injected into me. I was so happy that I didn't care about anything. I killed things, I laughed, I danced around their dead bodies and even sung a little. I was weak in the darkness that I loved.

"You remember me now?"

What are you?

"I am the darkness that remains in your soul. The force that stood by your side when everyone abanded you."

I have never wanted to go to the Darkside!

I shouted at the illusion in front of me with tears forming in my eyes. My lips tremble as I raised my hand to her. Pointing at her.

I never did...

"You don't need to become evil to go to the dark side Ahsoka. You felt betrayed, you felt alone, you were so scared and confused. Even after leaving the Jedi, you were terrified. All those years alone, you honestly think heart remained in that dim light that you use to guide yourself?"

She lets out a small chuckle before saying:

"Face it! You want to go to the Darkside. You want to be with Anakin so badly that you have endured this whole ordeal."

No, I don't!

"Really, because last I checked...you were begging for his warm when he cuddled you in the hallway. You felt butterflies in your stomach, and your heart...don't get me started."

Stop.

"Just admit it, you love him. You loved since you set eyes on him as a child. And now he can finally be yours. To love and hold, your just fighting your feelings."

I am not!

"You stood there as a child and you let him do whatever he wanted. But you reported everyone else when they did something bad. You even slept in the same house as the woman he was FUCKING, just so that he wouldn't get into trouble."

Enough...

"Your a trained killer, a warrior who has taken down armies of droids. Only to fall down to your knee's at his cock the second you're pushed around a bit! Doesn't that seem a bit strange?"

STOP IT! I SAID STOP IT!

"Make me!"

She tells me with her arms out. My vision was blurred a bit by the warm tears falling down my cheeks, but that didn't stop me from charging her. With a quick step in my heels, I ran to her. Lightsaber in hand, I pressed the button to summon the blade. When I was close, the last thing I saw was those golden eyes. Those cursed golden eyes smirking at me before I swiped at her...her...her?

"Plo?"

I asked...the now corpse in front of me. Riping my tears with the back of my hand, I saw clearly the body before me was definitely Plo. Still chained to the ground, his head cut off from his body. The line of the cut had small lines of smoke rising from its burning flesh, but Plo's head wiggles and bleed.

My hand released the blade. A loud thumb sound filled the room for a bit, before finally becoming silent again. Slowly lowering to my knee's, I grabbed Plo Koon's head. Examining the head, looking into the mask that held his breath.

I just killed my friend.

"I am so sorry…" I moaned as I held the head of my mentor close to my chest. His warm blood leaks down my stomach to my legs, staining the blue dress Satine had given me. The neck moves a bit against my chest, realizing that it was disconnected.

"Ngh…Ngh…Ngh…" The head spoke…it spoke. Both my arms held his head close to my chest. Closing my eyes, I take slow deep breathes. Calming my body down, my nerves…my emotions.

"Goodbye…goodbye…goodbye…" I whispered into his ear. Ignoring the sounds that came out of his mouth. Seconds later, he stopped moving, the blood stopped seeping down my chest. He was finally gone. A man I would consider to be my one and only father in this universe...he was gone. And I am the one that killed him. My tears wouldn't stop falling, my body wouldn't stop trembling...but I felt my heart beat stop. It felt a pain like no other. one worse than that of losing a friend. I felt...I felt...

I felt what was left of me fading away. I finally felt...my heart embracing the dark side.

"My child."

Some spoke. A gentle voice that I have heard before, but was not familiar with. Looking up from the blood covered ground, I turn my head to see a man in a black hood hovering over me. The only part of the skin I saw was his chin and lips, they were white pale. Who was this man, I sensed a great amount of the darkness around made the room a bit cold, yet for some weird reason, I wasn't scared of him. Any person would be terrified to come across a Jedi with this much power, so why wasn't I?

"You're broken. Confused. Lost." He tells me.

I rose to my feet, with Plo Koon's head still in my arms. I looked straight at the man with a trembling body and a weak heart. He raises his hands to me, holding them out, offering his chest for comfort. Without hesitation, I walked over to him and laid my head on his chest. His arms wrap around me as I started to cry again.

"There, child. You are home, that's all that matter now."

Kikkie: Been a while, but I am glad I finished this chapter. Glad to invite the all dark lord here, now for the real fun to...SOON begin! Lol

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