Happy Sunday everybody.I thought since it's the day of the Lord, I should hurry up and update today. I am sorry I took long to update but I started school and I had a lot of homework to complete, plus, I had to fix some mistakes in my plot line. On top of that, I was quite low on inspiration as I missed out something on the 1st chapter which meant that I had to change everything that was supposed to happen in this chapter. But anyways, I wrote my longest chapter yet as a compensation but first, I have a few things to say. First of all, I would like to thank DireLegendz for the review since it made me come back into reality and write more. I would also like to thank Darth Bane01, 5.56*45 and HaileyRose1 for their reviews. I would also like to thank BolXPenny for your wonderful review, it really brightened up my day. Lastly, I forgot to do this in the last chapter but her it is:
Lastly, I do not own Star Wars.
Chapter 3
Ahsoka POV
I can't believe it.
I just can't get my head around it
And to think I died that day. Worst of all I turned to the dark side. Just to think of it makes me want to be sick. Oh wait, I am being sick. Gross, so very gross, and the smell ahh… The smell is just so revolting and disgusting. At least it landed a few feet from me so I am not wallowing in my own stomach acid. Euch, that is just so disgusting. Ooops, there I go again. Now that I think about it, I am very hungry, when was the last time that I ate? A couple of days at least. Well that's what my stomach says.
But still just to think of what I did… and even worse, I was happy, I relished in the power the dark side gave me, so what does that make me. I feel like a monster. Like a horrible and disgusting monster.
Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps approaching my cell and I felt all color drain from my face because my sensitive monstrals knew who those footsteps belonged to, so as I composed myself, I rose my battered face and braced myself for the entrance of Vader.
Vader POV
It was very amusing to see the way my prisoner reacted to the memory, very entertaining. Very entertaining indeed. I imagine that right now, she is vomiting all over the floor and feeling like a monster. Yes, everything is going according to plan.
I approached her cell and wondered how long it would take for her to break and convert to the dark side, I honestly don't care how long it takes but Darth Sidious is expecting results in a few days so for my sake, I hope she turns to the dark side fast(Which I doubt will happen with Ahsoka involved)
Suddenly I noticed that I was already in front of her cell, weird, my feet must have gone on autopilot when I zoned out, that seems to be happening a lot to me for some reason. Oh well.
I opened the door with a screech but ignored the irritating sound, instead concentrating on the holding cell in front of me. Yep, I was right, she did regurgitate the last of her lunch (whenever that was) all over the floor. The scene before me was slightly amusing because in the middle of the room stood my prisoner, her back straight and her head held high as if defying me with her gaze, (on second thought, she probably was as her eyes held a cold determination that I had only ever seen directed at her enemies) and yet all around her, the floor was coated with a brownish muck with little pieces bobbing up and down on the liquid. Amusing indeed I thought as my lips curved upwards in a mocking smile.
She glared at me with that sparking energy she had left from her youth and made sure that I could see the disgusted look that had danced onto her face as I came in, and yet I could just barely discern from her gaze a flicker of uncertainty due to the memories I had made her relieve.
"Well well well, I see your past has made you vomit your lunch, quite pitiful if you ask me." said Vader to spite Ahsoka "Well I didn't ask you so keep your mouth shut" retorted Ahsoka who was clearly not happy to be mocked. I rolled my eyes at her insolence and continued"Honestly, I could keep this up all day as it's quite interesting to see the insides of your stomach but my master wants you alive so I would recommend you to stop since you won't be getting any more food until you serve my master like I serve him." Ahsoka scowled at me and then turned her head away from me before quietly saying "The Anakin I used to know would not serve anyone ever again" "Well the Anakin you knew is dead." I said unfazed by the use of that foul word that she had used. She was about to say something but I wasn't finished so I cut her off and continued "He died the day that you left that blasted order, after that, it was only a matter of time before I left too, I just dealt with it in my own way. They had to be terminated sooner or later, I know you probably thought they were holy…" I was cut off by Ahsoka who had turned her head back towards me as I was talking and with a determined expression said "The Jedi order was very corrupt" I stared at her dumbfounded"Why are you staring at me like that, why do you think I left, because you were a bad teacher? No, I left because they threw me out like yesterday's trash and without so much as a doubt left me to my fate. Yes Anakin, I think the order was very corrupt. But to go so far as to kill them? That's madness, genocide, holocaust... what were you thinking!" I stared at her, stunned because of her outburst and she just returned the stare albeit a lot more triumphant and accomplished than mine.
"Well, time for torture." I said as I clapped my hands together. All I got back was an incredulous gaze filled with surprise and a hint of sadness. And I expected nothing more than that. And yet I couldn't help but feel relief after hearing the real reason of why she left me. For years, I had beaten myself up because I pushed her away, this would ultimately be contributing directly to my fall. And here she was, many years later, telling me that I had been wrong, that all those nights I spent overcome by grief, were actually not necessary at all. Oh well, you learn something new every day I thought trying to brush these feelings off.
"And don't even think for a minute that I will go easy on you. I don't even care about what happens to you. You could rot in this cell for all I care." I lied. She fixed her azure eyes on mine and as she stared for what seemed to be hours I knew that she could see right through my lie, then suddenly, she started talking, her eyes still following mine, her gaze never dropping in power "I think you do care, I have seen you do your worst in the Clone Wars, and this cannot even compare to what you did to your enemies back then. So don't give me that rubbish, I can see right through you." "Well you are wrong, my old apprentice." I declared, but not with as much conviction in my voice. She was starting to get to me, come on Lord Vader snap out of it! You are a fierce and powerful sith lord who cares for no one, so don't let this togruta change that.
In confusion and anger I pressed a button and a wave of electricity shot through the chains. When its volatile fingers crashed through the body of the unprepared togruta at full force her mouth etched with a silent scream and her body arched painfully backwards, her eyes wide with pain and astonishment. When the rush of lightning ceased to course through her system, she let herself slide to the floor, head down as she catched her breath. Before I knew it however, she was laboriously climbing to her feet with her head still lowered, before raising her sapphire eyes to meet my ember ones, on her face was an emotionless façade, while her eyes showed a cold determination, one that I had seen few times in my life. She opened her mouth and spoke in a low and emotionless voice "So this is how it's going to be then, I see. Do your worst Lord Vader, but remember this, I will never join the empire, do you hear me Vader! So torture me all you want but I promise you I will never join you." This declaration unnerved me, for I remembered Ahsoka to be one that would never break her promises.
Two days of nearly continuous torture delivered by Lord Vader could break anyone, heck most people didn't even last an hour. Yes it could break everyone, everyone that is except Ahsoka Tano. I hit her with everything I had, every possible form of mental, physical and emotional torture that you can possibly imagine, and all she had done for the whole time was stare blankly through me, her hands tightly clasped into fists and he lips firmly pressed into a thin line, the indifferent look never leaving her icy cold eyes.
It was just so exasperating, whatever I did it got me nothing. If I didn't think of something fast, my master would kill me. Literally. I decided to go back to lighting, which had proven to be the most effective form of torturing her, and by that I mean she just scrunched up her eyebrows and bit hard on her lips to stop herself from screaming. A great progress from icy blue eyes staring right through you.
So I decided on the third day, that lightning would be the torture and as usual I spent hours in front of Ahsoka, trying to get a reaction from her. Please note the word "trying" because that is exactly what I was doing for hours upon hours. She just refused to do anything but stare up ahead, her head held high and her gaze firmly fixed on the blood splattered wall of the cell in front of her. The experience, needless to say, was very draining. Both mentally and patience wise. It was not until much later, deep into the night, that my plan started to give fruit.
I was in a bout of foul temper due to the fact that I was being continuously ignored, it made me feel stupid and unsure and I don't like to be confused and ignored. I didn't even let her catch her breath now and she didn't seem to mind either, so instead of having a short intermission between the lightning, it was just wave after wave after wave of agony destroying her body, inside and out. After many waves of electricity, I turned the strength to its maximum, this had the danger of actually killing someone after a few strokes but I was too enraged and desperate to care. So I kept hitting the dreaded button over and over again. After about 10 hits, she bit painfully on her lips causing yet another drop of blood to jump from her parched lips and to fly around her lekku which were in the air because of the electricity. When the electricity wave ended, I did not hit again but instead followed with my gaze the droplet of red liquid land on her wrist with a soundless splash. My gaze started to lift up again before my eyes caught a glimpse of a horrifying scene.
Her whole right forearm, from the wrist to her elbow was raw and skin was hanging and peeling, the muscle underneath was red, blistered and coarse, blood dripping forming a ruby red puddle on the floor and giving off a coppery and metallic smell. But what really caught my attention was a scar that adorned the sensitive skin of her forearm. The scar consisted of small puncture wounds placed very close together in a straight line, in other words, a bite-mark. This is when my memory clicked back to when I was on Mortis and Ahsoka died, I remembered noticing a brand new wound on her arm, like something had bitten into her skin. I didn't know what had happened back then but now I realize it must have been the son while she was captured in the tower. If I could just reproduce that effect that the dark side poison had on her, then I would be able to turn her to the dark side.
I thought that this was finally going to get me the results that I wanted. Little did I know that I shouldn't meddle with things I did not understand. I would see the full consequence of my actions later. How wrong was I, to start things that I could not control. For what I would create, I could not even begin to imagine.
Cliffhanger! I am so evil.
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