A.N sorry about the wait people! as i said to the readers of my other fic, Darth Real Life is happily holding me round the throat right now! But here we are, new chapters for you!!! yipee!

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Chapter 4 Whispering Darkness

Blue eyes stared vacantly at the bunk above him. The arms around him were too warm. They were uncomfortable. Luke didn't move, though. The only energy left was used to study himself.

It was unbearable. It wasn't so much the pain as he'd told them of, which now was just an ache in his mind. It was the loneliness he couldn't stand. It was doing things to him he couldn't describe. He saw it, awake or in his dreams. He saw her! Always screaming at him, her face so burnt she was barely recognisable. She would say how he'd left her in agony; he'd betrayed her and left her to die! She spat out his worst fear. Whispering to him, that now he was completely alone.

And that was when he'd really noticed it. The presence he could sense. He wasn't alone! She didn't know anything... it had comforted him, it had taken away the pain, filling him up with… something.

He couldn't put his finger on it. It was warmth, but had sharpness to it, like lightning. Energy had seemed to flicker through him. It had been there when she'd gone. He'd been so scared, so angry! And they'd held him back! He'd told her, but she still came to him, screamed at him. Why couldn't she see it wasn't his fault?!

But it believed him; it had come to him then, helped him. It had whispered in his mind, telling him to kill the slave. At first he'd wondered why? It wouldn't bring his twin back! But the strange shadow had seemed to flow through him and suddenly it had clicked into place.

This slave had killed her. If he hadn't been so pathetically weak she would be here now. He'd murdered her! He should be punished.

Luke had felt the power in the darkness, felt it fold around and into him. He had summoned it and instantly it had been there, to use as he wished. He had lashed out.

The feeling had overwhelmed him. He couldn't remember anything up to when he'd woken later in his bed. Han had looked away from him while Wedge had explained. Luke knew why. Han was looking after him, but he knew the Corellian hated him now. That was why he couldn't look at him! He agreed with Leia. He believed it was Luke's fault, too! It wasn't! It wasn't...

Luke rolled away from the arms and untangled himself from the bed sheet. Getting up, he headed for the 'fresher. The darkness was whispering again, telling him what to do.

The Jedi stepped into the room, grim determination on his face. The whispers were right. Nobody would get there in time to save him. Would anyone even care about the death? After all, it was his fault!

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A.Jade

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