Authors note: Argh I am STILL having writer's block, which is why my other story, Fly Wars isn't being updated. But for some reason this is a lot easier to write than that right now and I have to write SOMETHING so yeah….i apologize once again if its not as good as before, WRITERS BLOCK! Keep the reviews coming, I really appreciate them )

Anakin stared at Obi-Wan, to Padme, to Obi-Wan, and back to Padme again. His eyes narrowed menacingly. And then suddenly, it was like something inside him just evaporated. Any sense of his old self, his life with Padme, as the Chosen One, as a Jedi Knight, his adventures with Obi-Wan, his place with the council-all disappeared, replaced with a surge of evil so powerful his own body shook from the thought. Images of Mace Windu flying out of the window with one arm missing, younglings falling to the ground, their lightsabers cluttering around them. Palpatine's sinister words. The Dark side of the force uses power far greater than you can ever imagine. Those were the images in his mind now, as he searched inside Padme's chocolate brown eyes for an answer. For an instant, all he had felt was utter confusion and bewilderment. Then…hurt. How could Padme betray him like this? After everything he'd ever done for her. Now the sight of Obi-Wan had just triggered his rage and hatred. He was like a bomb, steadily ticking, counting down…

"You LIAR!" Anakin bellowed. Padme jumped back, burnt by Anakin's sudden fury.

She turned around and saw Obi-Wan standing on the deck of the ship.

"No. No! Anakin I swear-,"

"You're with him!" Anakin roared. "You've always been with him! You betrayed me! You were on his side all along! You brought him here so he could kill me-you came here so you could watch me die!"

"No! Anakin I--"

Padme clenched her fists furiously. Her nails dug deep into her skin, and she had to bite her lip from screaming. She had been so close. She knew she could've saved Anakin. If she had come earlier, if she hadn't brought Obi-Wan…even though she knew it was the right thing to do, she couldn't bear to see Ani, her darling Ani, turn into this beast in front of her very own eyes.

But as she opened her eyes, she saw her vision was blurred. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but instead of air was met with emptiness and an invisible force, grasping her throat, squeezing the life out of her. Her hands clutched her throat, trying to find the source, but found none. All she knew was that her body was giving way, everything was going blurry, her head was dizzy, the world spinning around her. In the background she could faintly hear the voice of someone speaking.

"Let her go Anakin!" Obi-Wan was yelling.

Padme's eyes glazed over. She felt herself fall down, tears slowly dripping down her cheeks. She choked, her mouth slowly gaping open trying to gasp for air. The next few moments seemed to pass in years. She was falling, down and down. She felt her head hit the ground. She felt her throat completely close, her heart rapidly slowing down. She felt her last tear drop, and stared into two blankets of deep blue. Anakin's eyes had always been his best feature. She could just stare into them whenever she felt miserable or lonely, and instantly everything would be all right again. The eyes she was looking into now were glaring down at her with a hatred she didn't know any person, even a Sith, could possess. Glancing to the left, she could see a hand, grasping the air, an invisible target. She remembered the warmth of his hands. One touch and all her worries instantly disappeared. She remembered the gushing feeling she had felt when Anakin had finally come home to Coruscant after all those months. She'd had to wait every single day, counting down, listening to rumors that he'd been killed. Padme blinked slowly, her breathing so shallow she couldn't feel it. She opened them slowly, and saw Anakin's lips, raised in a snarl, teeth bared, biting his lip. A trickle of blood dribbled down, staining the pink. She remembered back on Naboo where her lips had first met his. He had said he hoped it wouldn't become a scar in his heart. It had obviously backfired. As the last teardrop dripped off her cheek and landed with a soft fizz on the hot ground, Padme closed her eyes, her heart scarred by Vader forever.

Obi-Wan saw the state, alarmed. He stepped forward. "Anakin, let her go!" he cried, panicking slightly.

Anakin let his hand loose. He stared at it, moving his fingers back and forth disbelievingly. He stared at Padme's still figure on the ground. He couldn't describe how he felt. Completely emotionless. He was neither satisfied and happy, like he thought. But neither was he shocked monstrous. His thoughts were as blank as those of a battle droid. It was almost as if he was incapable of feeling like a proper human anymore. It was like he was just….a machine.

"You turned her against me," Anakin snarled. He could feel the hatred inside him bubble up again.

"You have done that yourself," Obi-Wan replied calmly.

The calm expression on Obi-Wan's face only angered Anakin more. He wanted to lash out, plunge his lightsaber deep into his stomach, whirl it around slowly. Spin his guts around, watch the pain on his face, hear his screams of agony. Then he would lift him up and throw him into the fiery lava, so he could watch him be burnt alive…

"You will not take her from me!" Anakin screamed.

" Your anger and lust for power have already done that," Obi-Wan continued, still calm. He unclipped his cloak and threw it on the ground. "You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind…until now…until now, you have become the very thing you swore to destroy."

"Don't lecture me Obi-Wan," Anakin snarled, pacing. "I see through the ways of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do! I have brought peace, freedom and security to my new empire!"

"Your new empire?" Obi-Wan's calm expression shattered, Anakin was glad to see. He remembered back when they had been training at the temple, when Anakin had still been a padawan. They used to play a game, when Anakin had always pretended he had been the ruler of the galaxy, and that Obi-Wan had been a rival who was trying to steal his kingdom. It motivated the young boy and they'd always laughed so much the training would slow down. The young boy had been naïve then- and now Obi-Wan wondered, was he to blame? Was it really his fault? Had he been the one who had failed, not Anakin Skywalker?

Anakin smirked. "Don't make me kill you."

"Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic! To democracy!" Obi-Wan cried, realizing more and more what was really happening. His heart sank as he got his lightsaber ready to fight.

"If you're not with me, you are my enemy," Anakin said, his eyes alight.

"Palpatine truly has brainwashed you," Obi-Wan sighed. "Only a sith deals in absolutes."

They both paced around in a circle again, wary of each others dominating presence.

Obi-Wan looked down at the lightsaber in his hand glowing blue once more. He was overcome with a feeling of sadness he had never felt before. He remembered in Naboo where he had promised his dying master he would train the boy. Qui-Gon was so sure it was Anakin who would bring balance to the Force. For a long time he had been convinced his master had been right. But it was a prophecy-surely it couldn't be wrong. Unless…unless it really had been his own fault all along. He had failed his Master, failed his padawan, failed the council, failed the Force. He raised his lightsaber.

"I will do what I must." Obi-Wan looked downwards, trying to blink back his tears. He had failed Anakin. Now he had to make up for his mistakes.

"You will try." Anakin growled darkly. "My old friend."

He raised his lightsaber, pointing it directly at his old master.

Bane the mad demon slayer- the fight will be in the next chapter P im probably gna write it like now anyway, just wanted to leave it at a cliffhanger so…)