Damaged Goods
The Tale Of Darth Vader
Chapter 1
Anakin walked into the Jedi Temple, the power of the dark side flowing through his corrupt soul. He turned to see the clone troopers still following him, as obedient as ever. They would do whatever he asked, and that sense of power sent a chill down his spine, but it was a good chill, a sense of strength. He liked it.
He stopped as a Jedi, an old woman, who he knew only as the record keeper, walked in front of him. She held out her hand to stop him and the troops.
"What is your business here, Master Jedi?" she asked cautiously. "You know troops aren't allowed here."
"I am here on behalf of the Chancellor," he replied, his voice dark and brooding. Soulless. The old woman gave him a frown. She shook her old wrinkled head.
"No, no, no," she repeated. He smiled, trying to look like his old, goody-goody self. "The Chancellor has no control over the council and the temple, they must leave now," she said rudely. He smiled, the biggest smile he had ever smiled. Suddenly, he used the Force to pull the old hag toward him roughly, and activated his blue lightsaber. He swung fast and hard, and the old Jedi gasped as the blade cut her deeply across the chest. He walked forward, still noticing a spark of life left in her ancient body. He turned back. The troops were still standing there, there guns aimed at the lady. One of the troops, Commander Cody, Anakin thought his name was, spoke up.
"Sir?" he asked. Anakin knew what he was asking.
"Go ahead," he replied. Anakin walked away as he heard thousands of blasters firing, and the old woman's spark died out.
Anakin walked across the ramp. He was on the upper level of the temple. The troops and remaining Jedi were still down below, the disgusting Jedi being slaughtered by the clones. Anakin had to look down as he walked. He hated the Jedi, hated them with all his gut, but most of them he had known, had been his friends. Now they were just corpses littering his old home.
He looked up as he faced the door of the Council's meeting room. He sensed some kind of power coming from the room, although it felt strange. He opened the door and walked in, looking around. He quickly noticed what the power source was. Younglings. They at least a dozen of them, staring at him. They were frightened. One of the children walked up to him.
"Master Skywalker, there are too many of them," he told Anakin. Anakin looked at the child. He couldn't do it, not to a child. No, not even they deserved this. "What are we going to do?" the child asked. Anakin felt a strong feeling in his gut. He had to do this, Palpatine had instructed him to. He had said 'Do not hesitate, show no mercy'. Also, the Younglings would just grow up to be Jedi, right? He knew what he had to do.
Anakin felt a tear fall from his eye as he turned on his lightsaber. The child backed away, a shocked look on his face. Anakin swung the blade, looking away as the child's head was cut off of his body. The younglings screamed in fear, and Anakin moved quickly to the next group of children. He lunged forward, impaling two younglings at once. For the next few seconds, Anakin couldn't see no feel what he was doing. When he finally came to, pieces of younglings were scattered around the room. He began to cry before he heard a whimper. He walked over to one of the Council chairs, and pushed it aside. Standing there was a single little girl, tears streaking down her face. She had little pig-tails.
"Please, no, please don't," she cried. Anakin felt tears begin to pour, but he his feeling pour into him. That was the way of the dark-side, the Sith. He held up his hand, and clenched it tight. The little girl gasped as her wind pipe was constricted. She began to make gurgled sounds as she tried to beg. Anakin let all his powers out, and felt his grip on her strengthen. Her face suddenly went a dark purple. Anakin felt the dark side fill his body with a power he had never felt before, and he liked it. He loved it. He let the power absorb into him, the he felt his grip strengthen ever more. He heard a snap, and knew the girls fragile neck had cracked under the pressure. He looked at her face. It was dark blue, and her eyes were rolled into her head. Blood was dripping from her ears, and her neck bone was popping out, but not breaking the skin. He let the grip go, and her petite body fell. He felt the dark side coursing through his body, and he walked out of the room, toward the exit of the temple…