Hello there, people. Me'sa back! *Extends arms in an extravagant motion of surprise and welcome* This is chapter 19, evidently. Well, hope you enjoy, its rather tense if I say so myself. I felt rather tense writing this chapter. Hope you enjoy! :D
Chapter 19. Fear.
Grey obscured his usual coloured sight. The grey reminded him of an old movie, and the void of black and white made him feel very unusual and out of place, like he was out of his own time. A heaviness weighed in his head like a tonne, and he lowered his head into his hands, trying desperately to diffuse the dizziness washing over him like an oceans shapeless form.
Squinting his eyes shut for a few moments, consuming him in darkness temporarily, he slowly heaved his head up to wonder around him. His azure eyes roamed the area for a few moments, surveying the images the optics photographed for his brain to process.
The room was overly familiar, for it was the throne room of the Duchess Satine's palace. The stained window of her figure still stood out marvellously, despite the grey. And the balcony off to the left of him as well as the throne up ahead was still before him.
However there were differences that he did not fail to notice.
The room looked torn from an intense battle. Blaster fire was riddled sporadically against the sterile white walls, vicious black, smouldering marks from their inaccurate shooters staining the smooth surface. The window was shattered in places, jagged glass littering the floor like leaves blown carelessly through the air to the floor. The balcony doors were wide open, one door swinging slowly on its hinges, the metallic sound of metal grinding slowly against each other, echoing a small yet haunting moan across the room to which he could only mildly hear.
'What happened here?'
His eyes widened at the sound of an array of familiar voices, and he swivelled slowly on his heels to turn and face a familiar herd of people.
They were all running, dashing from left to right inside the room, expressions of determination and exhaustion plastered on each of their faces. Suddenly, he found himself running with them, darting from side to side with the others. A figure was next to him, and observing the figure silently for a few snap shot seconds, he found that the figure running with him was female.
The female was clinging onto his hand tightly, fingers entwined with his.
His back was now pressed against a wall, head resting next to a smouldering and fresh blaster shot, small ripples of smoke drifting lazily through the air.
His eyes crossed over the female figure again who was in front of him, looking off to the side where the battle raged. Her eyes, though obscured by the dark from him for now, were full of fear.
His gaze was locked onto hers intensely, and she turned back to him, seeming to sense his probing stare.
Nothing was said between the two, yet their eyes spoke volume. He could see in her eyes desperation, love and adoration. He felt that his were reflecting the same.
But the moment seemed ruined when another blaster bolt shot past them, brushing near his head as it bolted over his shoulder and exploded into the wall, enlarging the black hole beside his head.
He didn't waste time in hauling her away from that area. He darted out, her hand in his tightly, desperately, as he ignited his lightsaber and deflected the bolts with ace precision and speed that only a Jedi could possess.
Oddly the bolts suddenly seized, and everyone around them froze, their heads turning and eyes casting upon the source to what halted the fighting.
He did the same, and his eyes settled onto Vizsla, who stood at the door un-moving, yet a sadistic snarl was drawn across his animalistic face.
"It's over, Kenobi." He snarled.
He found that he was actually Kenobi. The realization dawned upon him at that moment. He was experiencing a vision. 'No. Not again.' Was this telling him the events that took place before his last… gruelling vision? He sincerely hoped not. He was not a cold-blooded killer. He did not kill in revenge. Only if it was necessary.
"You're right," He replied, finding his voice booming at least several pitches higher than everyone else's. 'Odd.' "It is."
And then he charged. Uncharacteristically unlike him; for a Jedi never attacked. They defended. Such as to why they were peace keepers; Guardians.
Then an unexpected force sent him off his feet and to the side. His body felt light as he soared through the air and slammed back on to the ground near the wall, knocking all the air from his lungs. Sucking a moderately sized gulp of air back inside him, he unsteadily and shakily rose to his feet, shaking his head of the second wave of dizziness that washed over his senses again.
He looked to gaze at Anakin who was standing opposite him on the other side, one hand raised and stretched out towards him, a disapproving look on his face.
"What are you doing!" He found himself snarling, his eyes lighting up in rage. 'Why am I being like this?'
"You can't kill him!" The boy protested. Stupid boy! Did he not know how desperate he was to stop this from happening? 'Stop what?'
"I'm saving her and her people, Anakin!" He snapped fervently, his eyes drawing to the woman quickly before snapping back to Anakin, who remained strong on the outisde despite the shock and sadness washing over him at his Master's behaviour.
He shook his head almost nonchalantly - unlike Anakin to shield his emotions - yet his aura was radiating his shock and disapproval towards his friend. "You're using your anger and hatred," The boy chastised. "Please don't do this." The last words were strangled, and his eyes shone with sorrow. Somehow the Knight knew that he was planning to do this.
"I must!" He replied in a softer tone than before, but his voice was still laced with a resolute determination.
He heard footsteps, and he raised his eyes slowly to focus on Anakin who was approaching him, stopping halfway, planting himself firmly inside the triangle of three: Vizsla, the woman and himself. As he did so, the darkness shrouding the woman faded, and his eyes widened minutely at seeing Satine standing there, her eyes locked onto him in fear. Not of himself, but of what he might do. Anakin folded his arms across his broad chest.
"He wants you to give into your anger. So then it will rule you and you'll do something that you'll regret for the rest of your life," The boy explained. "Don't do it."
The fire in the older man's eyes settled slightly, but still remained. And for a second his face looked filled with sorrow. He bowed his head, and his voice was a strangled whisper.
"I'm sorry, Anakin."
A small gasp from the young man was audible. Then came the sound of a lightsaber unclipping from a belt.
The voice that drifted through the air from Anakin's mouth towards his ears was hard and cold.
"Then I will stop you."
His head snapped upwards, and as his face twisted into a horrific snarl, his eyes flashed a sickening yellow that was filled with hate, anger and rage as he yelled.
"YOU CAN'T!"
Then his own blade hissed to life and he leapt forward.
The sound of a shot rang throughout the air, and a small explosion followed by a tiny gasp that was filled with shock and pain spilt from someone's mouth.
The struggling Jedi landed on the ground in front of a startled Anakin, and the outstretched hand that held the vivid blue blade dropped to his side as he deactivated the deadly weapon.
His head slowly turned, a cold and gripping fear creeping slowly inside his chest as his clear azure eyes came to lie upon a sight he never wished to see.
Satine stood before his eyes; hands covering her stomach, body bent forward slightly, cerulean eyes bulging slightly and mouth agape as short and ragged breaths panted past her coral lips. Eyes that were bleared by tears of pain stared at his antagonising and anguished expression in sorrow before fluttering lightly several times as her body collapsed on the floor prostate before him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The haunting cry of his last words screamed in his ears as Obi-Wan Kenobi shot up in his makeshift bed, panting.
His eyes were tightly shut and tears trailed down his cheeks as well as sweat droplets that beaded down his face. With a tight frown, he tried to open his eyes, only to feel like they were glued shut out of his own fear that what he saw may actually be before him.
Instead, Obi-Wan leaned forward and placed his head in his hands, his body convulsing in violent shudders as he sat there, not caring if he was being observed by the others with worried stares.
His mind was racing, questioning himself about the aspects of the vision. 'Was that truly me? Has attachment led me to this? This is why the Jedi ban attachments, Kenobi. You should know better than this. Am I going to do those things?' The fear gripped at his heart again, coldly squeezing it tightly in it's sharp claws, and he flinched. 'Force forbid me!'
All the thoughts left him with something that Kenobi didn't want to feel: Fear.
Fear roiled through him. Fear at the prospect that his fear could potentially lead him on a dangerous path.
For fear is a path to the Dark Side of the Force.
Ohhhhhhhhhh! Tense at all? I thought it was when writing it! *Eyes bulge* Yeah, Obi-Wan may not be like this, but hey if he's angry in this vision it could be. He was angry at Darth Maul when he killed Qui-Gon. He was angry perhaps at the battle of Geonosis, where his Jedi family were dying to save what he would've seen as 'One Jedi', then at Siri's death by Magus' hands in which he nearly turned to the Dark Side, and finally, perhaps towards himself at Aakin's turn, for I'm sure the man inside him would've been mad at Anakin destroying his home, killing people he knew and served with throughout his life and at the prospect that he would feel it was his fault and that he didn't train him properly. I say to the last one that in the end it was Anakin's decision... and he made the wrong choice.
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