Ok Fair Warning! This not a typical Star Wars story and I didn't write it as normal fiction either. It does have violence in it. Actually I wrote this for myself and at the last minute decide to post it.

I know I said I was taking a long vacation from fan fiction but I wrote this story a month ago, late one one night.. I rewrote it last night while listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon. It's three chapter. Normal I would have sent to my beta for catching my goofs but it's such an odd story anyway. If you have any complaints , I don't want hear about them!

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

In the down levels of Coruscant. All manners of people live here, the low life and criminals and the sick one. All toying with death's hand every hour.

Once a great Jedi, now one those who lives there. Every day the darkness drags him farther from the light. All sounds become something else to fear. All the color that remains, becomes something to torture the mind with their changing shapes. Everything changes in the mind of Master Obi-Wan Kenobi's mind.

It only took one day to start the cracking of him. Who was already unsure of himself already. Yet the universe swirls on, and life does go on happily for all, except for those few.

Obi-Wan pulled what left of his blanket closer to him. He wasn't sure if it was done for the cold or was it to stop the colors from poking him.

Something was stalking him now.

Naturally he reached for it and squeezed it. In his hand, he felt it. It was warm and wilting too. Then it kept changing its color too. Then Obi-Wan heard something and it stop stalking him.

Again, unsure of everything, forces him to find another place to rest. Getting up, Obi-Wan didn't notice the body of a fellow low level dweller, the one he just broke its neck.

No he only saw the colors and changing sounds, all from his mind.

Obi -Wan was once a Jedi. Now simply a broken man. More of a shadow, passing through more into the day. Filling in with too much light and the death sun is overhead and he'll be gone.

Yet for now, Obi-Wan lives.

Once he was a general of the Clone War. Which ended when Mace killed the Sith Lord. Anakin left the Order and return to Naboo to raise his family. Since you were a Jedi, you allow no attachment. So communication with Anakin ceased. After all, he was no longer a Jedi.

Oh course. You took another padawan. Compare to Anakin. This one was a blessing.

He listened to you, did what you told him to do. Everything seemed to go along with cosmic plans of your life.

Then the mission -

Followed the plan, don't step out of the Jedi mode of thinking. So when you and he were caught. They wanted answers, the truth of everything.

After Anakin, you swore not to allow attachments in your life.

You didn't feel anything, after they killed your padawan in front of you. You felt nothing and that was the first crack in the Obi-Wan you were now becoming.

Yes something will break, if you drop it.

A month later, Obi-Wan stood on the roof of the Temple and tried to jump. It was Mace who stopped you. Instead of letting you go. Like a good Jedi Master he should have been. After all, isn't saving you, a form of attachment?

Obi-Wan, once a great Jedi. Now locked into a room. There the sun and the clouds listen to your screams, while Master Yoda watches.

Until that one day

Same as before, except the green blob became a red one. Hot burning red and growing.

In its claw hand, a knife.

Fear brings power and you tried to kill it. A door opens and blackness walks into your mind. Then you woke up, strapped to the bed and whispers float in front of you around as grey threads. All them stabbing you in the face.

Yet like before -

Fear brings power and you escape into the Coruscant's night, through a broken window. With the death blood of others attached to your life deeds.

All changes to different forms, the colors, the sounds. Time losses it's form, melting back into the lower level dweller you are now.

Yet time does exist and so does the Force in you. Though you move in and out of both. Your Hunters from the Temple tried to capture you but each day Obi-Wan survives. Is a step away from the Temple's and the light's grasps. Until your name was removed and not spoken again.

So the cycle of your old life collapses while the days shorten to bits of flickering shadows of light. Again you don't remember what days are, only remembering the hunger. The razor blades of thoughts that cuts your mind into shredded pieces.

But at night -

The dreams become real to you. The sun is warm, the air is felt through the hands and your heart remembers the people you love at one time.

Then you dream of Anakin, screaming as the knives cut him. Slicing off the flesh, while you watched. They demanded the truth.

You gave them the truth. Jedi will not know attachment to anything and Anakin die like your second padawan.

Screaming until the heart stopped it.

But you really weren't forgotten by the Jedi Order. Your latest spot and the latest murder reached the Temple. A secret meeting was held and few Jedi was chosen to stop you.

By killing you.

After all, you were nothing but a crazed Jedi. Who now is tarnishing the Order's shining appearance. How does one get rid of a tarnish?

By simple rubbing it away.