Choosing sides
When we returned I still was in shock. Anakin tried to talk to me the whole trip but I wasn't listening. I kept eyeing my hands. There wasn't blood on them, Ashoka was kind enough to wash them for me, but I could still picture it. The two of my hands covered in a Sith's blood. I was troubled when we reached the capital again. I was zoned out and no one knew why. Anakin tried talking to me and still is. Obi-wan tried and gave up. Ashoka tried and failed. Even Padme, who I never saw before, came to try and help. After she came by I knew why Anakin loved her. The council grew worried about me. They knew very little about Earth and how the mind works there. My mind was zoning out for no reason to them but for me it zoning from reality. I hated it, along with many other beings in the worlds and galaxy. I was learning to hate more and more.
"Lucas?" Anakin again for the millionth time today.
"What is it Anakin!?" I snapped. He peered out to me. I was standing on my balcony, the one I usually stand on and think. He stepped out and stood by me.
"How are you?" He questioned. I shook my head.
"Why do people keep asking?" I questioned back. He sighed.
"Lucas, you need to get over it!" he ordered.
"You know very well that I won't," I answered.
"But you've gotta try and I know you aren't!" he snapped.
"There you go again, Anakin. Losing your temper before you gain it," I snickered.
"Look at you. Mister I can't get over!" Anakin mumbled.
"Why don't you just talk with Master Kenobi?" I mumbled.
"What's this about talking to me?" Obi-wan came out onto the balcony, standing on my other side.
"Hmm…" I grunted.
"Lucas won't get over it!" Anakin groaned.
"Well we could simply leave him be," Obi-wan hummed.
"Yes lave me be, Anakin!" I snapped.
"Or…" Obi-wan went on.
"Or?" I gasped.
"Or we could help," he finished,
"I liked plan A," I hummed, leaving the two.
I wondered till I found myself at the doors of the Supreme Chancellor. I wanted to enter, to talk to him, but I couldn't pull myself to open the huge doors. That's when they opened in front of me. I almost fell in the more they opened. I looked up to see Palpatine. He looked at me with confusion then with a hearty smile. I didn't even seem to care the darkness in the force around him. He closed the doors after I was let in. He looked at me.
I sat in a chair eyeing the ground. It was a bright red carpet. It was supposed to be warm but it resembled blood too much to me. I looked up as Palpatine sat beside me. He had that hearty smile. I tried to smile back but I couldn't.
"Hello, sir," I whispered. He patted my back.
"What seems to be the problem, son?" he asked. The word son stopped me.
"I'm not a good Jedi! I'm not. I hate! I love! I'm…I'm messed up is what I am! Messed up!" I wailed. I knew the Chancellor would have a hard time processing this but he didn't.
"Worried on the Dark side?" he questioned. I shook my head. He looked surprised.
"Not anymore. I feel I belong there more than I do with the Jedi…" I explained. I waited for him to call the Jedi up and have me thrown away form the word but he didn't. Instead he smiled.
"If I told you that you could join the dark side…would you?" he asked. I didn't question the question. I nodded.
"Then join me…" he snickered. I looked at him and smiled.
"I guess so…" I nodded. He patted my back and laughed. I knew it wasn't a joking laugh. I knew who he really was. I was talking to the Supreme Chancellor for the Jedi but for the separatists I was talking to the evil mastermind, Darth Sidious.
*****Author's note*****
I am evil I get it! Don't kill me for this, it was the plan all along! Hee hee! Now next chapter he gets a Sith name. I may think of my own or pick someone's. Tune in next time and DO NOT kill me in reviews.
