I started writing this when I saw the first trailer to Revenge of the Sith. It's complete and a friends suggested I post it here.
Hatred and anger, they had seized him like a disease, touching upon his every nerve, until he was
ablaze with emotion. It was this that drowned out all else in him. All love, all empathy, was forced out by the power of his dark energy. And that energy needed a conduit for its escape. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the man who had raised him from childhood, who had taught him, and furthered his skills in the Force, was the object of his outlet.
Oppressive heat surrounded them, the air shimmering its palpable essence. Angrily their lightsabers came together, straining against one another. Each man was lost on a wave of emotion that could not be tamed. Anakin reveled in the look of object desperation so conspicuous in his old Master's eyes. This was not the calm Jedi facade that Obi-Wan had drilled into his head from their first moments together. The Jedi Master was gone and in his place stood only a man. Anakin had reduced him to nothing more then a man with a lightsaber.
"Where is your Jedi calm now, Master?" Anakin asked mockingly, watching for the reaction in those red touched azure eyes.
With a burst of strength, Obi-Wan threw Anakin's blade from his own. "Don't speak to me of calm!" His voice was ragged and haggard by the heat that stole moisture from everything around them. "You've betrayed everything I ever taught you. Everything you believed in."
Shaking his head with a feral smile, Anakin replied, "Never. I never believed in your words. You were my tool, my old Master. A means to an end." The pain and hurt that lanced through Obi-Wan's eyes was as addictive as any drug and Anakin yearned for more. "You crafted me at my will. You killed a Sith and you made one."
"No!" Obi-Wan exclaimed. Raising his lightsaber high, he leapt, his blade cutting a vertical swath through the air, aiming straight for Anakin.
The younger man rose his blue blade to meet that one which matched it. Coalesced light, sparked and sizzled as each of them fought for dominance. Anakin batted his old Master's lightsaber away with a swift, one-handed stroke, then brought his free, mechanical hand to Obi-Wan's throat, squeezing the life and breath from the man. Slowly, he lowered Obi-Wan to the ground, the Jedi Master gasping as his lightsaber blade was brought closer and closer to his neck.
At that moment, so close to murder, something paused in Anakin. He wasn't sure exactly what it
was about Obi-Wan's face, composed in a mask of struggle and hopelessness, but his resolve melted. His hesitance in dispatching the man before him, proved how dangerous the weakness still inside of him was.
In a reverse move, Obi-Wan butted the hilt of his lightsaber into Anakin's face, shattering his nose and causing the younger Jedi to backpedal, nearly falling into one of the rivers of molten lava surrounding them.
Gingerly, Anakin brought the fingers of his flesh hand to his nose. When he pulled them away,
blood spotted his fingers. "You'll pay for that old man."
"Is this what Qui-Gon saved you from slavery for? Is this what I trained you to be? A puppet to
Palpatine," Obi-Wan asked between air sucking gasps.
"No, more then either of you thought me to be," Anakin countered. "I am power."
Shaking his head, Obi-Wan argued, "You'll be nothing. A soulless shell." He squinted past the
sweat and the blood. "What would Padme think of that, I wonder?"
"It doesn't matter," Anakin argued, forgetting the blade in his hand.
"It does," Obi-Wan hitched on a cough. "It does matter, Anakin. Because if you continue on this path, there is no turning away from it," Obi-Wan swayed, limping toward his former apprentice. "You're better then that. Fight against Palpatine's cunning words, find the truth in his lies."
He will act as your friend. He will pretend that you can be saved, but trust me Lord Vader, he is your enemy now, Lord Sidious had warned him of Obi-Wan. Kenobi and the Jedi have used you to their hearts content, pulling you away from the ones you loved. Don't let their cunning words sway you.
"You're a liar," he hissed, with a baleful glare. "You've always lied to me, Obi-Wan. You promised one day I'd see my mother and she'd be proud of what I'd become."
"Do you think she'd be proud of this?" he exclaimed, belligerent.
The cold metal of his lightsaber, despite the heat thrumming around them, suddenly made itself
known and Anakin charged, their battle resuming once again. "You didn't know her. You never
took the time to care."
Obi-Wan could not have answered if he had wanted to, Anakin beat at his lightsaber was his own
sapphire blade. You are strong, my young apprentice. He will be no match for you. Palpatine understood the power burgeoning inside of him. Palpatine knew he could do great things with that power. He could control death with it. His and those around him.
"I'll give you one last chance, Anakin," Obi-Wan broke in between strikes and parries. "Turn away from the Dark Side. Don't give in to hate. Come back with me, Padawan."
It was the use of this former endearment, something that Anakin felt himself far away from that
caused him to charge at Obi-Wan. He did not want to feel that spark of goodness, that spark that
would lead to guilt. He had not acted wrong, it was the Jedi that had. Obi-Wan brought his saber up and parried the strike, dodging side ways to come at Anakin from another angle. But the younger man had not calculated his speed and he plunged forward, tumbling towards the precipice.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan cried a warning.
Just when Anakin was sure he was going to pitch over into that destructive river of molten fire,
something intercepted his path. He rebounded off of it like striking a transparasteel wall. He hit
the rock bed and quickly looked up, startled to find a foreign young man standing before him.
He had red-gold hair, long and wavy like Anakin's, eyes the color of the sea, and though he could not have been any older then seventeen, he was battle hardened, and scarred. On either side of his hip blasters sat holstered, plus one strapped to his thigh. A lightsaber dangled from his utility belt, yet he was not dressed in the standard Jedi garb, but was clad in a simple black unisuit.
From behind Anakin he felt Obi-Wan trout cautiously forward. "Who are you?" Both Kenobi and Skywalker momentarily distracted from their heated battle by this new arrival.
The strange young man lifted his arms out and instantly both Anakin and Obi-Wan's lightsabers
sailed through the air, coming to slap in his waiting palms. "My name is Ben..." and the sea colored eyes settled on Obi-Wan before flicking back to Anakin... "Skywalker. I'm here to rescue you."