A/N: Sorry for the delay between posts but I've been busy and exams are nearly upon me :O. Have fun reading this chapter!
Obi-Wan stood back from the decapitated corpse of his former best friend that was slumped in an awkward position on the bed, blood pooling around it.
Gradually, just as it was the time when he killed the unknown man on Tattooine, the shock and repulsion set into his system and he started to breathe heavily. He retracted his blue saber and dropping it onto the floor. He backed away a few more steps before sitting down on the carpeted floor with a bump and locking his arms around his knees, curling himself into a ball as the dark side hinted of what could be in store for him and the glories he could achieve with the dark side, luring him with it's sweet whisperings.
He felt the strong attraction of the dark side of the force but he fought against it, willing himself not to give into it for it was not the way of the Jedi. Obi-Wan fought against the dark force, holding on desperately to the Jedi ways and his training in the Jedi philosophy but the dark side within him was strong and it eventually crowded away the light that was in him. Not being able to fight anymore, Obi-Wan Kenobi allowed the darkness to wash over him in a torrent.
Instantly, his whole demeanor changed and all his doubts of killing his best friend vanished. He suddenly felt strong and powerful and remorseless. He enjoyed the feeling, realizing that he would never be able to live with himself after what he had done and the darkness proved to be helping his situation; giving into the dark seemed an easier way out than persevering against it with the light. He stood up steadily, not shaking anymore and picked up his lightsaber from the stained carpet. He stood and regarded Crese with anger written all over his face. Perhaps he should have made him suffer in pain for a while before he killed him. It would've been so much more satisfying.
"OH MY - !" came a high pitched gasp from the doorway.
Obi-Wan swung around to the door and saw one of the cleaning ladies staring in horror at the bloody corpse on the bed.
"What is it?" asked her alarmed orange friend, coming over curiously. She shrieked as she saw the appalling sight in front of her and carried on shrieking even louder as she took in Obi-Wan's presence.
Obi-Wan stared back detachedly at the two women, and then turned his attention to the orange one. He held up a hand and curled his fingers around the air in front of him, choking her with the force. The orange woman choked in half shriek, her hands frozen to her sides with fear helplessly.
"You shouldn't have screamed," Obi-Wan told her coldly, not freeing her from his grasp. "You're irritating me."
"P-p-pleas…" she choked out, imploring him pleadingly with her electric blue eyes while her friend watched in horror and devastation. "L-let….go…"
Obi-Wan simply applied more pressure on her airway, crushing it and he observed her face as black splotches slowly spread across her face until her whole face was covered in black. Holding her there for a second longer, he finally let her stiff body fall to the floor.
"Get out!" he commanded, looking up at the other lady that was still standing there numbly looking at him.
His tone shocked her out of it. She gazed with wide eyes at him, to her friend's body, to the carcass sitting on the bed and hurriedly obeyed, scurrying out as quickly as she could without taking her cleaning equipment. Obi-Wan stepped out of the room after her, relishing air that was free from the stifling throes of death.
He began to walk away from Crese's room. A few steps down the corridor, he started to doubt what he had done. Should he have killed his friend in cold blood? Should he have given in to the dark side? What would have happened if he hadn't killed his friend? His walk slowed into a halt as his doubts threatened to overwhelm him. As it did so, he realized that even though he had given himself to the dark side of the force, he still had a portion of the light side shining brightly inside him but he also knew that his anger and hatred at both Jada and his friend would never fade. Obi-Wan gave a bark of bitter laughter and rubbed his face tiredly. How could someone have both the light and the dark sides of the force within them together? Surely it could drive someone mad, he could already feel the insanity of emotions settling in, the light making him doubt his actions, yet the dark encouraging him to harness the power of his hate and anger and use it without remorse, telling him that it would make him more powerful. Trying to distinguish between the two alone gave him a headache.
His thoughts were disturbed as he heard a pair of boots thumping down the hallway and looked over his shoulder to see, with considerable annoyance, Mace Windu skidding to a halt by the door with Yoda floating speedily with him at shoulder height.
"You did this?" questioned Master Windu as he scanned the mess in the room.
A little bit of fear was beginning to bite at Obi-Wan but he immediately dismissed that feeling of weakness. What would the Jedi do to him? Surely he would be killed for turning to the dark side. He contemplated this fact with some trepidation.
"Answer me!"
He gathered his all his emotions and his doubts and suppressed them. "Yes, I did it," he replied emotionlessly, the light inside him making him tell the truth unnecessarily.
"Mmm, come with us, you must, decide on your fate, you must and see the masters, you shall," stated Yoda grimly from his floating platform.
Obi-Wan offered no resistance as Mace Windu took his arm roughly and began to lead him to the council room while Yoda floated on the other side. Everyone stopped and stared at him as he was led through the familiar corridors. Whispering began as they speculated upon what he could have done and this irritated him no end but something that Yoda said had captured his attention. Decide on your fate, YOU must? Does he mean I have a choice to make about what will happen to me?
He had no time to speculate on that matter as they have arrived at the council room. He breathed a soft sigh of relief as the doors to the room opened to allow them in, the crowds thinning and floating away along with all the whispers that had been following him throughout the passages. Only the ones that enjoyed gossiping stayed to watch as he was led into the chamber.
The circle of seats where the masters usually sat were empty, leaving Obi-Wan puzzled. He had thought that all the Jedi Masters would be here to judge him. Windu led him to the center of the circle of seats while Yoda hopped off his platform and stood in front of him. Obi-Wan turned to face him, his apprehension rising.
What will they do to me? They must not kill me! I won't let them!
Yoda smiled sadistically, sensing the anguish in the young man.
"Well, young Obi-Wan, surprised us all, you have," he said after a few seconds of silence. Obi-Wan looked blankly at him and he continued, "Make you a Master, I shall."
Obi-Wan stood in the center of the council room, mouth half open in shock and surprise.
"But – but…" he spluttered, his mind having trouble overcoming his shock.
"What?"
"But I've just killed someone out of revenge! I've broken all your ways! Why would you allow me to become a Master in Qui-Gon's place?"
"Make you a master, we do, because powerful and dark, you are."
This stunned Obi-Wan. He looked at Yoda with wide eyes. "What do you mean? You would make me a master because I am dark?"
Yoda simply nodded and stood up to start pacing up and down in front of him. "Never been light, the Jedi have, only darkness surrounds us, ever since the dawn of time. Truly know how we became dark, we do not."
"So everything you taught me was a lie." Obi-Wan's mind almost refused to believe what was happening but he sensed that this was the truth.
"Yes. Necessary to keep up the façade, it was. Only the masters know the truth and hide it well, you will."
"And if I refuse to become a master of the dark side?" asked Obi-Wan defiantly.
"Then kill you, I must," replied Yoda with feigned sadness on his face.
"Why do they join you? How do you force the rest of the Jedi to join?" asked Obi-Wan, wanting to know everything about this intrigue.
Yoda smiled wickedly. He enjoyed the next part the most, the revealing of their secret weapon. "Come in, Jada!" he called, waving open the doors to the side room.
The gorgeous figure of the young woman walked in, her long hair swinging in behind her. She glanced at Obi-Wan spitefully, her face showing none of the love and softness he was used to seeing on her face.
The sight of her caused turmoil of mixed emotions to rise in Obi-Wan. He felt anger, of course, and also hate for breaking his heart but also sadness and, still, a little spark of love that he knew she did not return, not in the slightest.
"Use her, we do," continued Yoda, turning Obi-Wan's attention back to him. "Used her on you, we did, as to all the masters. Made you fall in love, we did, then broke you and vulnerable to the dark side of the force, we made you."
"Love is a powerful tool," he added.
He resumed his pacing, letting Obi-Wan mull over the news for a few minutes. He could sense the negative emotions emanating from him and was pleased.
"Killed your master, a Sith did. Join us, Obi-Wan and avenge your master, you shall," he told him, fuelling his bad emotions.
"I've already killed that man!" snapped Obi-Wan in a little spark of anger and irritation.
"Killed an apprentice, you did," announced Yoda. "Still need to kill the master, you have to and help you succeed, the dark side will," stated Yoda with seducing words. "Will you become a master?"
Undecided, Obi-Wan strode to the window past the empty seats and looked out at the air taxis passing by. If he joined the Dark Jedi, he would get his revenge, sooner or later, on the Sith Lord that had murdered Qui-Gon. He realized now why Qui-Gon had wanted him to let the anger flow through him. He understood that he wanted him to be turned to the dark side and he understood that the dark side would make more powerful than he had ever dreamed of becoming. But what would there be for him if he turned to the light side again? Of course, some part of the darkness would always stay with him but what would it be like to love and be loved again instead of having all the anger and hate bottled inside him? His mind quickly discarded that thought. Jada has never loved me, he told himself firmly, it was a set up. But it would be bliss, to feel like I did before this chain of events occured.
"Come to a decision, yet?" asked Windu gruffly from behind him.
Obi-Wan bowed his head and then turned to look at Yoda in the eye, ignoring Windu completely. "I will join you," he told him resolutely, "and I will train to become one of you." At least for now I will, he thought, but I shall always keep the little bit of light that is still within me.
Yoda's face broke into a grin that conveyed no happiness and for one second, he relaxed his grip around his aura of darkness and in that second, Obi-Wan sensed how truly dark and evil he really was and he shuddered, chilled to his heart. I will never become that twisted, he thought, no matter how deep I immerse myself in the dark side, I shall always hold onto some light.
Yoda heard his last thought and he stared at Obi-Wan with cold, hard eyes. "Qui-Gon has taught you well, I see. Perhaps a little TOO well. Let go of the light, you must and forget all that you have learnt or become a true Jedi, you will not."
Obi-Wan tightened the shield around his mind. "Of course, master."
"And remember this new code, you shall:
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me."
Somewhere, across the city, Chancellor Palpatine's senses reeled from the sudden escalation of the dark side of the force. He heaved a heavy sigh as he recognised the signs that a new Dark Jedi Master has emerged.
A/N: well writing this chapter was fun. I had to keep in mind the weird way that Yoda speaks in : ) and I hope you guys enjoyed it!