A/N- Greatings! I'm The Fic Lord, I'm new to SW fics, my usual haunt is the Invader Zim section., but I know Star Wars. I'm writing this 'cause my dad was wondering what happened betwen ROTS and ANH so, I deliver! This will span Ep 3- Ep 6 showing the mind and actions of Darth Vader. Spoilers, but who HASN'T seen EP. 3?

Disclaimer: Am I George Lucas? No I am not.

Prologue: The Nightmare Begins

"The scariest monster is the one in the mirror."- unknown

"I HATE YOU!" I yell at my former master, the one who took me from my mother, held back my training and potential, turned Padme' against me ,and seconds before, maimed my body.

He looks at me as one would look on their dead brother, picks up my saber, the weapon which "was my life" as the fool told me, then he leaves me- abandons me as the flames begin to burn

what's left of me, charring away my flesh. Poetic justice, one might say for the things I have done, the people I've killed, the innocents who's screams I hear at night, and I watch a beautiful

Nubian cruiser leave Mustafar, with the beautiful angel that I did everything for-even sell my soul and betray the Jedi, only to have her turn on me. I begin to drag myself with my prosthetic arm trying to get to the high ground, away from the river.

"I will kill you Obi-Wan!"-I try to yell, my throat burning from volcanic fumes, I am going to die without help, even on the high ground. And I begin to fade into darkness,.

" There he is, get a medical capsule- quickly!" - a froggy voice commands.

"Yes sir," responds a clone trooper.

My master kneels down and touches my forehead.

I am loaded into a medical capsule and fade in and out of reality, in a daze.

Then- I feel rain on my skin, soothing after what had just happened.

Then I am lead into a dark room. A droid pushes a something against my stub of a leg I roar in pain and try to fend it off with my arm, but to avail it is attaching it to my leg sealing my remaining muscles and nerves into the prosthetic, other droids are doing so to my other lost limbs causing me to howl and lash out. The pain is unbearable, I see everything in my life, meeting Padme', winning the pod race, saying good bye to mom, Qui-gon's funeral ,

becoming Obi-Wan's student, meeting my stepbrother, holding my mother in my arms as she died, decapitating a Sand Person, my eyes with tears and flecks of yellow in them, my marriage to Padme', becoming a full Knight, killing Master Windu, becoming Darth Vader , slaying younglings who looked up to me like a big brother, then the Separatists...

I am being put in a suit with a respirator, boots are being applied.

Looking on Padme' before he betrayed me, battling Obi-Wan..

I see a mask lower to my face, the eyepieces flare to life with a HUD, then a helmet makes an airtight seal.

A breath is taken.

"Lord Vader, can you hear me?'

"Yes , Master." I reply, unfamiliar with my new voice.

"Where is Padme'?" I say frantically wanting to see her, "Is she safe? Is she alright?" I ask with guilt in my voice, though the vocabulater didn't show it.

"It seems in your anger, you killed her." the disgusting man replied.

"No, she can't be-I-I felt her" The room seems to be shaking, I want of the table and strangle this

liar! The restraints snap off and I stand and yell

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Medical vials and droids were crushed by my anger.

My wife, my angel and my child where gone. The desire to rule died. The desire to live died.

Anakin Skywalker died.

There is only Darth Vader, and the Universe will pay.

(A/N) What'd you think? Please review, as I love feedback, but don't send "111oMg uSuk"

That is a flame if their's something that needs fixing tell me.

Flamers will require their own prosthetic limbs and respirator.