Lost
Sidius brooded in his quarters. His best laid plans had failed. Anakin wasn't ready. He had thought Dooku was the final test. When Anakin had killed a defenseless enemy, that should have been the last step.
No, perhaps Skywalker needed more time to stew. Living as a slave and loosing his mother hadn't been enough. Something still held him back. In order for the new apprentice to rise as a Sith, Sidious would have to crush his former identity. Anakin Skywalker, the Jedi, had to die, if Lord Vader, Sidious' new apprentice were to ever exist.
Anakin Skywalker had stood apart from the Jedi in one extraordinary way. He had loyalties for individuals, people that he loved. That was his weakness. "How does one destroy an invincible foe?" Sidious cackled to himself. "Crush that which matters most to him. Without a cause, he will perish."
He had underestimated Skywalker's strength. But it was no real concern. He would just have to escalate his plans.
Crumpled and broken, Anakin drew a deep breath. Taking in air hurt, but one can't survive without breathingStraining against the pain, Anakin forced himself to sit up. I have to get out of here. Stretching out through the force, he felt nothing, no pursuers but also no help. Summoning up what strength he could, he managed to get to his feet.
Leaning heavily against the wall of the tunnel, he took one step and then another. He was lost, he knew, but to remain still was to sentence himself to death.
Weak and exhausted, he stumbled on to turbo lift, which brought him to the surface somewhere in the middle of the Works. The old rundown industrial side of Coruscant was the last place he had hoped to end up.
He made it to an alleyway before his legs gave out. It didn't matter. Jedi or not, he was human, and a human can only endure so much pain and exhaustion. Help me! he screamed in the Force. Some one help me!
A cloaked figure sat at the far side of the ally, watching the as the young Jedi lie shivering on the ground.