Over the Edge
Chapter 6
By aznJEDI13
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns all, no doubt about that. This story belongs to me.
Note: I'M BACK!!! I've missed writing! This is the sequel to the "The Deep End" so if you want you can read it first, but you don't have to. This takes place three years after the "Deep End."
It's been a while so excuse me if my writing sucks.
Where the hell was he?
There was a shiver that went spiraling down his spine. Trying to move, he grimaced, he was injured, badly. Dried blood, he began to realize, surrounded his face, leaking earlier from his nose.
But when did he get hurt?
His hands were pale, the knuckles broken, and his muscled ached.
But from what?
He blinked, but his eyes hurt. His vision was blury, his eye, he guessed, was swollen.
What the hell had happened?
Crimson red laced his clothing, dried and crusty all over his body. He finally felt the pain as it shot through his body. Like tiny needles prinkling at his skin, piercing and pentrating. He closed his eyes, despite the pain, and attempted to call onto the force.
But it was gone.
The realization; he was empty, barren, a void without the force. He couldn't feel anything. He didn't know anything.
Suddenly, heavy footsteps approaching, one by one. And he knew where he was. He didn't need the force to understand.
Fallon. Kenobi.
The door opened swiftly, a dark shadowy figure snickering through the darkness. Evil eyes glowing in the black.
Sweet Master. What has become of you?
Silence, of course. Kenobi's black cape swiftly moving. Anakin would not cower away in fear. He refused to. He was strong; he would always be strong.
Inhale. Exhale. The hiss became apparent. Inhale. Exhale. Those ugly phuemonics. Inhale. Exhale. They were in his dreams at night; he despised them. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
An exhale, "Skywalker," Inhale.
"What do you want from me?" He spat.
Exhale, "Revenge."
A smirk, "Strike me down, Kenobi, I will become more powerful then you could ever imagine."
Inhale, "I know."
A cold, translucent hand reached to touch Anakin's cheek. "The student is no longer under the master."
"I am greater then you'll ever be."
"Arrogant, indeed." Inhale. "I know." Exhale. "The chosen one." He mocked.
His fist tightened and Anakin felt a growing tightness in his throat - suffocation immenient.
"But you see." Clenching his fist tighter, "I am stronger then you'll ever be."
"You're fooling yourself!"
Kenobi, angrily, clenched his fist harder and Anakin screamed in pain.
"You have mistaked my abilities for the last time, Skywalker." Anakin's bloody hands, ran to grasp at his throat, his eyes clenched in pain as tears began to leak.
"You can't..." Through the hurt and clenched teeth, he managed to speak slowly, "Kill me."
"On the contrary, I am fully prepared to." He sighed, "But you are right." Releasing his fist, "I want to watch you suffer more first."
Anakin gasp for breath as his airways cleared. His heavy breathing gave strength to his former Master.
"Your torture I will take great pleasure in." He snickered.
"You son of a bitch!" Anakin seethed.
Kenobi's eyes narrowed and a loud crack followed, Anakin screamed in pain, clutching his hand.
"I hate you!" He informed abrasively, impuslively.
Sinister evil, "Good. Hate is the first step to the darkside."
"No! I will never be like you! Never!" He cried.
"Then it is finished. The last of the Jedi has been exterminated." He paused. "Pray for a Savior."
Sweet Master. What has become of you?
A brisk walk down the hall, her feet shifting hastily toward the steel doors. Opening, "Commander." She acnknowledged.
He nodded to her, "Your highness."
"I told you to stop calling me that." She retorted, her eyes scanning the nearby control panel.
"What happened to Skywalker?" he asked.
A grimaced, but after years of being Queen, she was able hide her growing concern. She turned to a worker, "I need you to ready my ship, I'm going to Fallon."
"Fallon?" the commander questioned, "You can't possibly think of going there, highness!"
She shook her head, finally turning to bear her eyes into the commanders. "Kenobi has Skywalker." She grew silent, her voice no higher then a whisper, "I must go."
"I can't let you." He shook his head, "Absolutely not! It's too dangerous! The Republic-"
"I will return." She sighed, "You have my word, Commander and the Republic will not falter."
He continued to shake his head, "At least send someone else!"
"We don't know what Kenobi has done to him!" Eyes closing and opening with a deep exhale, "I'm the only one that can save him."
"That's absurd."
"No, Commander," She smiled slightly, "That's love."
And in the distance a lone scream could be heard. The torture had become.
Will the last Jedi fall?
Hold on, Ani. I'm coming...
To Be Continued...
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