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A/N: I kept saying hololink (God knows why), but it's actually comlink. Sorry for the confusion. And I'm sorry if this sucks, I wrote it really fast.
CHAP 4
Coruscant
Obi-Wan knew what he had to do. He drew his lightsaber, but it was too late. The same feeling of sensation returned to him as it had done earlier when he had seen this trick viciously turned on Padme…
Anakin had noticed Obi-Wan draw his lightsaber, and had turned to him with his hand outstretched, as Obi-Wan felt himself lift off the ground.
Obi-Wan watched his former padawan with a feeling of deep regret as to what he had lost. He searched desperately in his Anakin's eyes for some feeling, something to convince him to stop, but was met only with a shadowed and face and those same yellow eyes that he had first encountered on Mustafar.
He reached at his throat, his eyes wandering for someone to help him. To his misfortune, they were alone.
Obi-Wan desperately wanted to talk to Anakin, to reason with him. He would have to say the right thing for Anakin to let got though.
"Anakin…don't do this…Anakin…she still…Padme still…loves…"
Obi-Wan saw Anakin's eyes focus on his with curiosity at the mention of his wife's name. But it was the last thing he saw, because the curiosity disappeared quickly, and bringing up Padme only made Anakin angrier at him. His eyes began to water, and he had to gasp for air.
The last thing he heard before hitting the floor was from a very angry Anakin.
"NEVER speak of her in front of me again."
Anakin released Obi-Wan and watched him drop to the floor.
He walked back to his corner, and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, tugging at them.
20 minutes later, he still didn't know what to do. He was leaning against the wall, in a frantic of emotions, voices in his head that wouldn't shut up.
They were taunting him, teasing him, hurting him. They were voices that he knew, saying things that they had said long ago, promising things to him.
His mother, Shmi, telling him that she would always be there, watching over him. Where was she now, when he needed her most?
His mentor, Obi-Wan, promising to help him reach his full potential as not only a Jedi, but as the Chosen one, and to stand with him in pride as his teacher and friend. Where was he now, when he needed him most?
His wife, Padme, promising him that she would love him forever, and that she would stand by his side no matter what happened, that they would always be together. Where was she now, when he needed her most?
Why had they all left him? What had he done?
It's all my fault. My mother died because I ignored those dreams. I wasn't fast enough. I drove Obi-Wan away because I turned for those dreams. And now Padme hates me, because I turned for those dreams. And soon she will die, because I couldn't save her form the dreams.
Why do I even dream?
That was a good question. It seemed everything was ruined because of those dreams. And those were his dreams. It was his fault. And now Padme was on the other side of that door in pain, and he just couldn't go inside.
And Obi-Wan…
He turned to face the figure lying at the other end of the hallway. He lay there limp and motionless, and his hands were still around his neck. He was gasping pathetically, and his chest fell unevenly.
It was a heartbreaking sight for the young man, who had once loved Obi-Wan like a father. The father that he had never had. Even as Anakin had become a knight and Obi-Wan saw him as more of a brother than a son, to Anakin he was still the father. He had never had one, and he needed one. No matter how much he hated to follow someone's rules, he couldn't be his own boss. He had to have someone there, like a figure of strength. He could have easily overthrown Palpatine and become the Emperor once the Empire was declared to the senate. He chose not to.
Obi-Wan groaned, and stirred slightly. Anakin figured he should do what he had been planning to before it was too late. He stood up, and began to walk to Padme's door. But a beeping noise caught his attention, and he spun around. Lying on the floor was a beeping comlink, Obi-Wan must have been wearing it. It automatically switched on, which it sometimes did if the sender's message was urgent. Mace Windu's figure appeared, obviously in a hurry.
"Obi-Wan, I'm sorry I couldn't speak to you personally, but I couldn't get in contact with you. I am recording this at 1900 standard hours. Master Yoda has failed to capture Emperor Palpatine. We have sent a small band of knights to locate him on Tatooine. We have tried contacting him several times, but his comlink seems to have been switched off. When you have located Skywalker you will need to contact either myself or Master Fisto to send a team out to help you. I urge you Master Kenobi, do not arrest the boy. No matter how hard it is, you must do the mission as you were instructed to do so by Master Yoda. You even said so yourself, the boy is too dangerous to be left alive. I am sorry that it had to end this way Obi-Wan, but what must be done, must be done. Contact me as soon as possible, and good luck."
The comlink abruptly switched off, and Anakin could feel his rage beginning to resurface.
He knew the Jedi would want him dead. He was a sith now.
But Obi-Wan?
Traitor. I thought he was here for Padme, to make sure she was alright. But he was waiting for me. He knew I'd show up, and then…and then the minute he saw me he drew his lightsaber. He wasn't trying to defend himself from me, he was waiting for me to fight back so he could kill me, like he almost did on Mustafar. Except then, I took the bait.
Anakin loomed angrily over Obi-Wan's body.
"I should've killed you in the hallway when I had the chance. It would've been perfect. I chose to ignore you because I felt SORRY for you. I thought maybe you were different, that maybe you didn't want to kill me on Mustafar, you just thought you had to. I was wrong wasn't I!"
His angry shouts fell on unconscious ears. This was hopeless.
Anakin placed his foot firmly on Obi-Wan's stomach, just in case he woke up and tried to escape. He put his hand on his lightsaber, his eyes blurry with tears.
"I loved you like a father you know. I looked up to you."
He angrily pulled his lightsaber out, and turned it on.
The heat radiating off of the blue blade was invigorating to Anakin, almost as if he was caught up in the rush of a fight.
He was looking forward to this. He moved the blade to his former master chest, directly above his heart. His hand wasn't steady like it had been when wrapped around his and Count Dooku's sabers, ready to make his strike directly across the villain's neck.
This time, his hands were shaking horribly, trembling. He shut off his lightsaber, and reattached it to his waist.
I was weak as Anakin Skywalker, and I am weak now.
He turned away in shame and disgust, but he didn't know why.
The part of him that was Anakin Skywalker was angry at himself for holding a saber at Obi-Wan's heart with the intent of killing him.
The part of him that was Darth Vader was angry at himself for not driving that saber straight down, killing the man who had betrayed him.
Anakin, once more confused, decided to leave his master there. He would be dealt with later. But as he was walking down the hall, it was becoming more and more apparent to Anakin that Darth Vader was taking over his body. He wanted nothing more right now than to destroy his master on the spot, to watch him suffer. But luckily for Obi-Wan, he was to weak to go through with it.
Anakin continued down the hall, and reached her door. He had finally gained the drive to go through the door. But he hadn't thought about what he was going to say. He was nervous.
He fumbled with the doorknob, as if it were some extremely complicated machine that he couldn't handle. His breathing came out heavily, and his heart rate picked up.
After a few minutes he settled down, though, and cracked the door open slightly.
He pressed his ear against the cold metal and listened intently.
He heard a beautiful voice call out to him. Padme seemed to be expecting him, and sounded pleased to hear whoever was at the door.
"Obi-Wan? Is that you?"
Anakin felt unimaginable fury wash over him.
She thinks I'm Obi-Wan. She's expecting him. Now, NOW I'm going to kill him.
He angrily shut the door, and started making his way towards Obi-Wan, who was still unconscious. But then he heard something, something that brought him to his knees.
Padme was using their force connection to call out to him.
Ani? Anakin, I know you're out there somewhere.
Anakin, are you still here? At the hospital? I know you were here.
Anakin why are you hiding from me?
I didn't betray you Anakin. I didn't bring Obi-Wan on that ship.
Ani…I love you.
Anakin decided to he had to do what was right. He couldn't live if he didn't make things right.
He walked up to her door, and without second thought, walked inside.
Padme's eyes eagerly flew upward, and she gasped at the sight of him.
Anakin flinched. Her large brown eyes were wide in horror, as though he weren't welcome.
She spoke to him, almost in whisper.
"Ani…I forgive you."