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This is going to be a very short chapter, but since I haven't update for about a week I wanted to give you something to read. Plus the fact that I promised my best friend that I would update tonight.
So here comes chapter 5. Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Lord Vader was sitting in his private chambers, thinking about all the things that had happened the passed hours. And there were a lot of things to think about; so much had happened in such a small space of time. He had met his son a few times before, but all those times had been very short - the longest one being the one on Bespin - and he had never had the chance to have a conversation with him. He had felt pride when he had met Luke this time; Luke had grown strong in the force and was wise beyond his years. He had even admitted to himself that Luke was much stronger then himself; both when he was Luke's age and now.
The pride he felt Luke had increased when he had seen his son hold his ground against the Emperor; something he himself had failed miserable in. The only thing he had done was to try to overthrow his master, but he had failed in doing so, time after time. Maybe if he still had his old body - the one that Obi-Wan destroyed on Mustafar – he would have been able to defeat him; but with the machine that now was his body, he was too weak to master the Emperor. This was one of his reasons to why he so desperately wanted Luke at his side. Luke was strong; together they could crush the Emperor and rule the galaxy side by side.
But the thing that had surprised him most tonight was that Luke had almost the same goals as he had; only he wanted to turn his father back to the light instead. The both of them had tried very hard to turn the other to his side. Vader knew that he himself had failed, although he had been very close. He had seen the hate in Luke's eyes; his blue eyes had turned yellow in anger. In that moment Vader had - for the first time in many years - been afraid; afraid of his own son. Vader had been surprised by his own reaction; of all the reactions he had expected he had not expected that.
'So this is how it's going to end' he had thought 'This is how I'm going to die, at the hand of my own child.' But it didn't end that way. Vader had not only felt pride at that moment; but also relief.
The last thing he felt as he sat in his chamber was the confusion he felt over his own actions in the throne room. He didn't know what to make out of it, he didn't know what to feel or think. And that was the most confusing thing about it. Did he regret the things he did and let his master do to Luke? He hadn't thought that the events that took place in the throne room would affect him so much as they had. He had thought he was stronger then that; that he wouldn't let emotions affect him anymore. Apparently he was still a man with many emotions and feelings bubbled up inside him. Although he had become more in control of them over the years he had spent as a Sith Lord.
Suddenly he felt his master call him through the force telling him to meet him at Luke's cell. He got up and made his way out of the chambers, still confused about what he wanted to do.
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Luke was sitting, leaning against the wall in the cell trying to clear his mind. Once the conversation had ended everyone had fallen back to sleep – including Han, Leia and Chewie – out of exhaustion; it had been a very long day for all of them. He didn't mind though; he appreciated the privacy, he needed it. The needed time to think about everything that had occurred and what was going to happen when the Emperor came back.
The Emperor. Even though he was a Jedi he could not help but feel anything but anger towards that man - monster. He knew that it went against everything Yoda had taught him, but he couldn't help it. He had tried several times to release his anger into the Force; but all his attempts had been useless.
He knew that this was exactly how the Emperor wanted him to feel, he wanted Luke to give in to his anger. And he had succeeded in by letting Luke fight his father; Luke had to confess that it had been a smart plan. He was so good at manipulating people. Luke had been warned by Yoda, but he could never hade imagined that he would have this much power over Luke's mind; no teaching from Yoda could have taught him that. And not only had the Emperor taunted him, but he had also used Luke's own father to make it worse.
Now afterwards he felt sorry for his father, he knew that he was controlled by his master and he had no choice but to fight him. He was a slave to his master, and bond was hard to break. Luke had thought he would succeed in breaking it; but unfortunately he had been unsuccessful. That part was what had hurt Luke the most; more then the Force lightning. It had hurt Luke to see that his father had let his master torture his only child; he had just stood and watched as Luke was attacked with lightning, and he had said nothing but horrible things to Luke. He had refused to listen to the things Luke had had to say. That had cut Luke deep. He had wanted to help his father so bad; he had given everything to it, even half betrayed his friend, only to be rejected and wounded – both mentally and physically – by the man he wanted to save.
Now he felt lost, and not for the first time he wished that Obi-Wan was there. He always had a way of calming Luke down, and sometimes he would tell Luke what to do – in his own 'point of view'-way. He thought back on what Obi-Wan had said about Vader back on Dagobah. He's more a machine now then a man, twisted and evil. Had he been right? Was there no way to save Vader, was the thing Luke was trying to do impossible? Luke was staring to doubt his own feelings and hopes of getting a father, not only in blood – as it was now – but also in spirit. That had been a dream since as long as he could remember; and he didn't want the dream to be broken again.
No, he had made up his mind. He would continue to push his father towards the light, and at the same time keep himself away from the dark that was luring near him. He knew it would get difficult, but he would fight until the end. He would get his father back, or he would die trying.
With that as his last thought he fell asleep.
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It was dark, he couldn't see anything. But he could hear, and that was bad enough. The screams echoed through the air; he tried to answer, but his mouth could make a sound. Suddenly he heard his name being called out.
"Luke, help us." He recognized the voice. Leia. "Where are you? We need you, why have you abandoned us?"
He tried desperately to answer her call, but his voice was still gone. He wanted to help, but he didn't know how. Suddenly a new voice filled the dark air.
"You can't help them now; you could have saved them, but you choose to make them suffer instead."
Luke didn't understand what was going on; what was happening, how did he end up here? The dark and evil voice continued, but now it was speaking to someone else.
"Kill them."
The darkness was suddenly lit up by a green glow, and Luke could make out parts of his surroundings. Not far from him were Han and Leia lying on the ground, blooded and beaten. Standing over them was a cloaked man, holding the sores of the light – a green lightsaber – in his hand.
Leia and Han was staring with fear in their eyes upon the man in front of the; but there was also sorrow and betrayal in them. Who was the man with the lightsaber?
The man in question raised the lightsaber over Han's head preparing to deliver the lethal blow.
Luke wanted to stop him, but he found himself unable to move.
Just as the man started to swing his blade downwards another scream filled the air.
"NO LUKE!"
Luke sat straight up from his sleeping position on the floor; he was breathing heavily. He looked around the room, as if suspecting to see dead bodies of his friends lying around him. When his eyes found Han and Leia's bodies he let out a sound of relief. They were sleeping soundly in a corner not far from him. They were still alive; it had only been a nightmare.
Luke sat up against the wall; and tried to calm himself down. What had the dream meant? Had that man been himself? 'No, it couldn't have been. I would never hurt Han or Leia, it was just a very bad dream' He told himself. 'But Leia had shouted his name, and she had directed the scream towards the cloaked man. It had to be a dream.'
But then a terrible thought struck him. Maybe it wasn't a dream; maybe it was a vision. The thought of that made Luke stiff, as he recalled what had happened in the dream, or vision.
He ran his hand through his hair and sank down deeper against the wall. Just then the cell door opened.
Fin.
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