...19 years before/After Order 66...
Her petrified screams pieced his soul, her cries of torture echoed within his mind, the mental image of the broken Togruta teenage girl in front of him stabbed his heart in a way only unbelievable pain could be felt. Her Force-presance was gone, and so was apart of himself. He sensed her fear, her trauma, her angst...and finally her death. Anakin only wondered if this feeling of pure poisonous affliction was hurting him as much as Ahsoka... Since it was her demise, he assumed it was even worse.
His lungs were closing as they struggled to take in air-lips and eyelids turning a faint blue. His heart was beating so fast it felt like it would explode, however feeling like not enough blood was being supplied to his body. His mind was the worst of them all, his every thought and memory of his now dead apprentice was banging against his brain, threatening to overpower all mental-shields he'd ever been able to put up. It was hurting so much he wondered if all Jedi felt this kind of pain when their Padawan's died. This was even worse than the disturbance of Order 66 (which only happened a few days before).
All emotions were tied together, Anakin unable to tell them apart. There was no happiness, joy, excitement, optimism; just distress. Sometimes people would say when physical pain is all too real, you can't feel emotional pain, but they were so wrong... so very, very wrong. Anakin was feeling the deep stab of mental torture and the extensive knife of physical agony.
Flames were everywhere, burning his body whole. He cried for Ahsoka again, only to hear her scream back a torturous inhumane screech that fuelled the fire. Another scream erupted into the air, though Anakin realised too late that it was his own. Limb by limb he was being torn apart, as the Togruta screamed a second later. Her cries were louder and more damaged, but both voices were in sync, the Master feeling the Padawan's pain. She vanished from the Force, as the fire died down. The smoke was nearly starting to lift when his mental connection with the Togruta was now just singed ashes; gone completely.
"Ahsoka?!" he called, both physically aloud and mentally through their current non-existant Force-bond. The red flames dissolved and cold white fog replaced the atmosphere. Anakin was vaguely aware he was in a place unknown, so shakily, he got to his feet. His stomach lurched, legs trembling in a weak stance. It was not long after when he collapsed right back down. This time he didn't even try to get up. The pain coursing through his veins was too electric, making a voltaic electrifying sensation. Feebly, Anakin assumed in his assaulted conscious that he'd been hit repetitively with Force pikes.
His eyes blured again, making them seem so dazed and unfocused. Anakin's irises were nothing more than clouded skies with slimmers of blue. They scan the area from the ground, not noticing that the fog was clearing, so it possibly means this devastatingly agonised vision was coming to an end, or changing entirely.
Thankfully, the fog did go away and he wasn't met with more fire, nor screams of any sorts. It was just a black void-calming, soothing and quiet. Thank the Force it was so quiet. No burning, no crying, just dead silence. It was amazing. After all he'd been through in the last moments (he didn't know if it was minutes or hours or longer) Anakin was so relieved to have peace.
"mmhnyyee!" Someones voice penetrated through the blackness, irritating Anakin at his short-lasted serenity was over. "Uuurrrhhmnnyyy!" No matter how hard he tried to block out the voice, it just didn't go away. He tried to run through the void, and although he could run, he couldn't escape it. In the void there was no corners or paths, just blackness. "Uhhhnnnyyy!" It wasn't possible to find the words to shout back, so Anakin just sharply turned away, blocking his ears, "Aaahhhnnyy!" only to discover the voice didn't seem to be in the void. It was in his head.
"ANI!"
It was Padmé. Padmé? Why was Padmé yelling at him? He was kind of annoyed that she'd brought him out of the nice, warm darkness; but more confused. Now he had a sense of motion (said sense was telling him he was lying on his back). The ground or bed or tiles or whatever he was lying on was comfy though. He liked it. He didn't really care who was there, why Padmé was calling him or where he was; Anakin just wanted to stay within the quietness.
"Anakin!" Okay... that was not Padmé's voice. That was a deeper voice, but nonetheless full of concern and worry. Even though Anakin was so tired and disorientated, he wasn't oblivious that it was panicky and frightened.
He faintly moaned, not wanting to answer Padmé and possibly Obi-Wan from what he could tell. Why can't they just leave him alone? A headache was already forming, so was nausea and that kriffing drowsiness.
"Ani, are you alright?" Padmé asked him, which he noticed two her small hands cup his cheek and press one against his forehead. "Please wake up. You're scaring us." He didn't like the sound of that-didn't like the sound of Padmé being afraid. He's supposed to protect Padmé; she shouldn't be scared.
Moving his mouth to form coherent words was extremely difficult to say the least, and only managed to mumble out, "Wha's w'ong?" Most of all his strength was already drained from that sentence, so he didn't try to say anything else.
Strangely enough, he didn't exactly get an answer, just a huge wave of relief swarming from both his wife and Master. Her hands gently grazed his face again lovingly, just as a kiss was placed under his hairline. He gave off the weakest smile, as now Padmé didn't seem scared anymore.
"He needs a medic, preferably a healer." Obi-Wan said, not directly to Anakin which he was grateful for, because he didn't have to answer.
"Yes, definitely... He was just like this days ago when Order 66 struck, maybe even worse than then..."
"Jedi can sense great disturbances through the Force, but what would be profoundly more triggering than that day, compared to now?"
Silence.
"...Ahsoka's death." Padmé said it as a statement not a question.
The name reached beyond the level of semi-consciousness, alerting Anakin further into awareness. He started to remember her, remember his vision. Oh, how hurt she was. He couldn't stand to hear her scream. Those voices of hers intwined within his mind, twisting around into his own panic. Heartbeat rising, breath quickening, he opened his eyes.
The light burned his eyes, making Anakin recall the flames. He winced, not noticing the tears forming. His Angel was the first person he noticed, and then Obi-Wan too. Darkness scaled the walls and that annoying white light shorn from above. Briefly, Anakin recollected that the trio plus the newborn twins had been hiding out in an underworld bunker, away from the chaos of Coruscant above-away from the Empire.
...19 years later/Empire Era/Present Day...
"I certainly am impressed at how well you endured combat, apprentice." Cyra hissed, lips and tongue venomous, yellow eyes staring at the waking Jedi locked in his cell. "It's not everyday that a feeble, weak-minded, overrated, reckless, foolish Jedi like yourself can withstand the power of the Sith such as I." Bound in restraints, Force-inhibiters and ray-shielded, Skywalker groaned, looking confused as to where he was.
Cyra continued anyway. "Though, your skills with the Dark Side are much uncontrolled and slopping; something we'll need to work on." She walked around the chamber he was bound to, taking pleasure when dread filled his features, now knowing their previous battle. "Tell me, apprentice: have you used such dark power before?" Her full lips curved into a smile, while the Jedi didn't answer. If she knew anything about Anakin—which she did—he was going to be stubborn, hard to crack. But never mind that. They all break eventually. It's just a matter of how to break them.
"How long has it been since you've actually joined the fight? I've been slaughtering rebel scum for years now, but you've never shown up to the party. Why's that so?" His face is as blank as steel, determined to reveal nothing. Even without the Force, he's not giving away anything. His mental-shields are as tough as rocks. "How long have you been in exile? Or should I say 'hiding'?" She scoffed. "Hiding is for the weak—for the afraid... To think they called you the Hero With No Fear." Honestly, Cyra was expecting more of a reaction out of this man. In the Clone War, Anakin could never contain his emotions, especially anger. Seems as if she's not making an effect, or he's just good at concealing his rage.
Hmmm... time to try a different approve.
"I expected more chatter from you. It's been a long, long time, Skyguy." He flinched at the name, but didn't react. "You have nothing to say? You can rant, plea, beg, swear—anything really. You see, the way an apprenticeship works, is the apprentice has to talk."
Silence.
"Not even a word?" She teased, liking the fact she knew about his one emotional weakness. "Not even after I murdered your Master?"
Silence.
It was too late when Cyra realised the Death Star was shaking. Everything started to crumble or implode. Glass shattered, panels flew, walls broke. The ray shield flicked out, Cyra only having time to look back at Anakin's focused gaze. The Force-inhibitor flung from his arm to across the room, Anakin not even wincing as it flew out. The bonds at his wrists and ankles unshackled themselves, making Anakin a now free man. Cyra stood open-mouthed as his hands expanded with an orb white light in the middle. This wasn't a Force-ability of the Dark Side, though she didn't think it was one of the Light Side either.
"Well, Skywalker," She said, not wanting to sound fazed by his show of power. What a showoff; so typical. She was not going to be intimidated. "I guess you have all the power now."
He looked up to her with though shining blue eyes that were as cold as ice, and with one powerful move of his hands, the orb expanded, sending rays of light everywhere and quaking the space station. Cyra was knocked aside, never getting to see the Jedi sprint off. Though his mistake was leaving her alive. His 'play' with the Dark Side was only momental, and that needed to change.
A/N
Flashbacks and escaping! Exciting?
Will Anakin escape though? How will Cyra get her apprentice? How is Anakin so powerful? What happened in the past to cause that disturbance? Is Anakin the only one who felt it?
Feedback is always appreciated. This chapter was pretty fun. I like writing the flashbacks.
Also, if anyone is confused about the order of events things happened in, here it is:
Anakin died.
Ashoka joined the Dark Side to save him/Went MIA to everyone else.
Twins were born.
Order 66 happened and Anakin felt it. He also felt Ahsoka's presence gone.
Anakin felt a major disturbance in the Force that was Ahsoka's 'death'.
Skywalkers went into hiding.
And so yeah... hope that makes sense.
May the Force be with you
-CyanGalaxy