"Hm, I can sense then." Maul whispered as he bent over to look at Anakin's body.
"They're here for you, Skywalker." Anakin remained motionless on the ground, the sound of his labored breathing mixing in with the voices of the dark side. Maul sighed and considered his options; he could leave the Jedi and try to escape on his own, but he wouldn't be able to make it through the temple without a second person helping him. He could stay and wait for Obi-Wan to arrive, then they could fight. A grin slowly crept across his features. He would wait for Obi-Wan to arrive, and then he would kill The Hero with No Fear right in front of them.
Maul chuckled to himself as he stood back up to his full height. He knew that killing Skywalker would be the best way to get revenge. He was no fool- and had planned ahead back on Mandalore for this kind of situation. He would preserve. He always did.
The dark side of the force helped clear his mind with each breath he took. Each inhale fueled his rage, and each exhale sharpened his senses. The mist in the room whispered to him, repeating the same name over and over again. Kenobi, Kenobi, the dark side of the force called.
"Yes." He whispered, "I will have my revenge."
Obi-Wan stopped walking and stared. Each heartbeat echoed in his head, but it did not cover up the voice whispering his name. Mist was pouring from the path ahead, and they had continued to follow it as it swirled around their feet and legs. He could feel the cold, the anger, the pain of the dark side of the force trying to wrap itself like a parasite around his leg. He remembered the lessons he had learned as a padawan, about how the dark side of the force consumed and destroyed everything in its path. That was why the Jedi swore to protect the galaxy from the dark side. That was why they had to stop the sith. That was why he had to find Maul. As he thought about Maul, the whispering grew louder, the grip grew stronger, and he felt himself slipping to the anger, the rage. The whisper warped itself into his master's voice, speaking to him, and then into Maul's snarl. The mist continued to climb up his leg as his heart began to fill with anger.
"Master" Ashoka said, shaking him out of his trance. "Why have you stopped?" She asked.
He turned around, and saw worry etched onto both her and Padme's face. He felt the tension in his shoulders give out and the grip of the cold loosen as he looked at the two of them.
"I could hear someone whispering my name." Obi-Wan said as he exhaled shakily. He looked down at his feet and saw the mist swirling around his leg. The movement reminded him of a pet, or even a child, that had just been reprimanded for its actions and was sulking around.
"This place is strong with the dark side." Obi-Wan whispered. "I can feel it trying to seep its way into us." He began to slowly continue to walk forward, Ahsoka and Padme following hesitantly behind.
Maul turned around and looked at the holocron. It gleamed and glowed, its light teasing him with knowledge that it refused to give. A scowl formed on his face. Why did the holocron seek out Skywalker instead of himself? He had been the former apprentice to the most powerful being in the galaxy, and yet the holocron sought after that pathetic excuse for a Jedi. So much so that it wouldn't even let him touch the holocron- even now that Skywalker was almost dead, the holocron still refused Maul's touch. He tried to recall his teaching from Sidious- his former master never mentioned anything about a sith holocron resisting the touch of a force user. He knew that you had to be a force user to be able to open up a holocron, but after that… he wasn't sure.
As Maul slowly paced around Skywalker's unconscious body, his thoughts wrapping themselves around his mind like the mist around his legs, he stopped.
The whispering voices had stopped. The atrium was quiet.
A loud, groaning sound came from deep within the walls of the temple. Maul looked around to find the source of the noise, fear snaking its way to his heart. The entrance from earlier slowly opened up. His voice filled the room, followed by that damn brat that followed them around… and the senator of Naboo as well.
Maul ignited his lightsaber.