: Back in the present... after daydreaming these memories... Anakin was finnaly in orbit of Genosis with his new army of clones. It was time for a rescue... to save his best friend... to rescue him from whatever the dark Jedi Dooku had tricked him into. He wanted to make that man pay, but, it wouldn't be possible. His master wanted Dooku alive, for whatever reason. Besides, there was probably some excuse.. some way Dooku would use for what he's done. 'I'll find you Obi-Wan.. and hope you are still my friend' he Though, decending apon the planet. He could sense his friend... he felt he was in danger... and that made him angry. [05:00]
: Obi-Wan sat in the arena waiting...Listening he could feel that Anakin was on his way. And he tried so hard to dismiss and ignore his feelings. It was so hard to not be open, but he refused it. He had no choice. If Anakin were to catch wind that Obi-Wan was working with Dooku to bring down the Sith...He shuttered thinking about what it might boil down to. It would be horrible. Anakin was his best friend...His family. Obi-Wan was miserable...So if Anakin felt any out stretched feelings...He was probably picking up on the despair and hopelessness flowing through the older Jedi. [05:04]
: At least Obi-Wan was chained to the long posts... the crowds cheering and waiting to see him die. Well, they'd see death soon enough.. but not his. There was an army coming. A beautiful army of clones, there to start the war. Leading this army, was Anakin Skywalker... the right hand of the chancellor. --- Anakin ordered the clones to spread out as he brought his main craft down inside the arena itself. With two clones at his sides he lept out just as Obi-Wan was being attacked by what looked like a giant crab monster of sorts. "Obi-Wan!" Anakin called out. [05:08]
: Obi-Wan didnt lift his head. He couldn't if Anakin looked into his eyes he would sense that he had betrayed him. Instead he remained there chained to the post. In the back of his mind he wished that one of the creatures would end it for him. It was a horrible thought to imagine and even worse to possibly hope for. But Obi-Wan was so loyal...so in love with LOVING Anakin as his friend that it would be so much better to suffer the fate of death...then to betray him or worse... [05:12]
: Anakin let his troops distract the beast as he came near to Obi-Wan. Something was wrong... he could feel it. A frown etched at his lips, but he would figure it out later. Moving around he shot out the chain that was supposidly holding the Jedi prisoner and called, "Come on, before things get really messy around here." He hoped he was wrong. Surely Obi-Wan wasn't upset about a near death here. It had to be something else. Dooku must have told him. Well, he'd smooth things over soon enough. "If we need to talk.. we'll do it when we're on our way old friend.. now come on." [05:15]
: Obi-Wan nodded and decided to put on a fake illness. He grabbed at his side and rushed over to his friend. Perhaps he could claim that he felt unwell. Maybe Obi-Wan could trick Anakin into thinking that he was simply worn out from being assigned to one mission after the other. When he got closer to Anakin he could sense his concern which made him smile and feel uneasy all at the same time. If Dooku's words were true...Anakin...This...Darth Vader...He couldnt ponder this. Not now, not in the company of Anakin. Rushing over he joined Anakin's side heading for the opened hatch of his space craft. [05:20]
: Anakin helped him inside, closing the hatch. "I'm pleased to find you alive... I got worried about you." Anakin managed a smile dispite the concern swelling in him. "Your messege... I.. got the feeling something was very wrong. So I talked to the chancellor.. and he asked me to bring his new army here to engage the sepertists... and to save you." He started them off, heading for his new command ship. He was silent the rest of the way there, showing Obi-Wan inside to a state room... a place they could talk in private.. away from the clones. Once there, he shut the door and let Obi-Wan sit down. [05:25]
: Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin and found himself to actually feel rather sick. It was nerves and worries that were eating away at him. "You did good Anakin...How is the Senator?" He questioned, hoping to change the thick air of concern. -He sat back in the chair and groaned a bit. Yes, Obi-Wan felt rather nasty...He felt as if he might be sick. Swallowing down his wave of emotions and discomfort he looked back towards Anakin and forced a smile. "I missed you my friend." [05:28]
: Anakin sat down across from his friend, setting his hands on his legs. A slight frown was across his lips. "She's fine Obi-Wan... asleep I think by now." He closed his eyes, thinking about their wonderful night together. He could feel Obi-Wan's emotional state. The poor Jedi was sick to his stomach. He clearly knew something. "I missed you.. I was afraid I might never see you again." He tilted his head back, eyes still closed. "Tell me... what's wrong?" [05:33]
: He lowered his head and allowed silence.His eyes watered...Obi-Wan Kenobi never shed a tear. Not one. "I love you Anakin..." He raised his eyes to look over at his friend. "Are you a Sith apprentice...Darth Vader?" He questioned sadly as he looked him up and down. The emotions swirled, and he felt sure that his fate was sealed. He had crossed a line that he could never pass over again. He had betrayed The Jedi Council...Dooku...And Anakin. His heart ached, his stomach turned and he felt helpless. Pulling back his robe he pulled out lightsaber...Looking it over a moment he rolled it over to Anakin. [05:38]
: Anakin's eyes opened and he looked at his friend saddly. For a momment, he didn't know what to say... or do. Even when he saw the lightsaber, his anger didn't come. The dark side didn't drip from him. Not even fear. Instead, only compassion filled the space in his heart... he felt bad for his friend. Bad for his pain. He didn't want Obi-Wan suffering like this. "I love you too... old friend.." He began, quietly, lowering his eyes for a momment, "and I never meant to hurt you... I didn't want... this to be happening. For us to be having this conversation." - Then the anger came, but not at Obi-Wan. Anakin's gloved hand clenched tightly. "Dooku said that didn't he?" He so wanted to punsih Dooku, but he had his orders... and to defy his master would be a most horrible fate. [05:41]
: Obi-Wan remained quiet. And he stared down at his hands, tugging every so often at a peice of lint that had made its way to the hem of his robe. "So it is true..." He stated softly. "After our talk...that day...when you promised to be my friend forever...You joined with what killed my Master...Qui-Gon." He slowly rose his eyes toward Anakin's and he shook his head. "How did this happen? How can I help you? I will not stand by and let you be destoyed..." His tone was firm and laced with sadness. He believed that Anakin was pure good...That this Sith Lord Darth Vader was constructed of trickery... [05:45]
: "It wasn't my choice... the only one who took me in happend to be the one person I doubted you would have wanted me with had you known. But no one does." Anakin shook his head, his eyes resting on Obi-Wan's lightsaber for a momment. Would his friend strike him down? Would he resist? He had gotten the pure love of Padme.. the one thing he truely wanted in life. - Shaking his head of such sad thoughts he locked his eyes again with Obi-Wan. "Help me? My friend... no one is going to destroy me... not unless you.." He sighed, "Not unless you were to go to the council. I seriously doubt I could handle a group of Jedi Masters on my own.." [05:49]
: He looked away and shook his head. He moved his right hand about nervously. "No...I'm umm...I'm not welcome among...any council...I will go into Exile....I've failed you Anakin...just as I failed my Master..." He looked to him sadly. "I should have taken you in. I wanted to. Lord knows why I ignored my heart." -Obi-Wan stood suddenly and walked several feet away. He wiped at his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose. Trying desperately to get a grasp on the situation. He felt weak for having one weakness one attachment...one love. [05:51]
: Anakin stood up and crossed carefully over to him. There was still a chance that Obi-Wan might decide to strike him down. "Failed me?" That was something he was not prepaired to hear. Moving slowly, but cautiously, he placed a hand on the older man's shoulder from behind. "Obi... how have you failed me?" He sighed. Dropping his hand, he leaned his head on the older man's shoulder instead, forgetting the danger he might be in. "I would have been honored to have been your Padawan.. but... nothing can change the past." [05:56]
: He moved away quickly. "Dont touch me Anakin..." He placed his shaky hand upon his own head and turned to face him with distraught eyes. "Do what you must. I'm of no importance...I dont like The Chancellor and he doesnt like me...I'm of little help to anyone...but trouble to all." Sighing deeply he threw away all his collective knowledge and respect for tradition and honor. He kneeled down before Anakin and lowered his head. "I will not strike you down...nor help anyone else to do so..." [05:59]
: Anakin was saddened when Obi-Wan backed away from him. He felt grief well up in his being. This was not the way things were supposed to go. He didn't want to have to hurt Obi-Wan... didn't want to have to bend him to his will as his master had 'suggested'. He wanted it to be like old times... and he was relizing.. it never would again. That is where the pain came from. Kneeling before his friend so they were at eye level Anakin whispered, "You are of great importance to me... please... this hurts. To see you... like this.. it hurts." The boy put a hand over his heart, reaching the other out for his Jedi friend. [06:03]
: A sad sigh escaped his lips and he shrugged a bit while forcing a light smile. "I dont know what to do...if you're going to kill me...then do it." His eyes bore deep into Anakin's. And Obi-Wan was being completely serious. If Anakin....Darth Vader was able to Strike down The Jedi Master and his 13 year old Padawan. Then why couldn't he turn on him? What would prevent Anakin from slaying Obi-Wan with his amazing force powers? Nothing could save nor prevent what Obi-Wan considered inevitable...Thats why he gave his lightsaber to Anakin. He gave Anakin his power. His defense...He gave up...Baring a white flag in the form of friendship. [06:06]
: Anakin looked at the saber in his hand, frowning a bit. He dropped it to his side and put his hands to either side of Obi-Wan's face. He knew what he'd have to do. "Obi-Wan... I love you. I couldn't kill you... not unless you forced me into a corner that is... but you havn't." He brought the older man's eyes up to face his. "Trust me... I..." He sighed softly, "I need you to trust me... and to open yourself to me... if you do... I... you... I can take away this pain." He offered. He knew what it meant if Obi-Wan accepted... that they might one day become enemies.. but, he couldn't bare to see his friend in so much pain. It was too horrible for him. [06:13]
: Obi-Wan Kenobi's eyes searched Anakin's. And he saw goodness in him. Being packed away by the dark side. "A Sith doesnt love..." He replied finally. He touched at Anakin's face and closed his eyes. Allowing the emotion to take him away. His face reflected sadness and misery. He then pulled away from him and stood. "If you wont kill me...then leave me..." He stated calmly. He had his back turned to Anakin. And he was certain that there seperation would be the best thing for Anakin. [06:17]
: "But I love... I love Padme... and I love you. If I didn't... I'd have killed you both." This was a very honest answer. Anakin's eyes closed and he let his hands drop to his sides. He was losing his friend... and he felt sure... once Padme found out, he'd lose her too. His shoulders twitched and his right hand closed on Obi-Wan's lightsaber. Almost without thinking he tossed it to the older man. "Don't lose that..." He said softly, feeling his heart try and pull itself appart. - ~Kill him!~ part of his mind screamed, causing Anakin to rock back and forth on his knees. A tear was forming at his eye, sliding slowly down his cheek on the right side. [06:22]
: Obi-Wan turned in time to capture the lighsaber. "I will not defend myself against you Anakin." He finished firmly. His eyes narrowed on Anakin's form and he shook his head. "Why must it be this way? ...I know what your thinking. I can feel it. My God I can taste it...your fighting yourself...a part of you wants to kill me. My friend would never think of doing me in. But a Sith would...A sith apprentice...a Sith Lord...Darth Vader doesnt love an old Jedi by the name of Obi-Wan Kenobi...he hates him." -He pressed his lips together, and his mind raced. "I dont want to see you hurt Anakin...I believe your a good boy..." -He needed to do something...but what? [06:26]
: Anakin stayed where he was, shaking his head saddly. "I am not about to attack you... I..." he was going to say he didn't want to hurt him, but he already was hurting him... for the things that Obi hadn't known about him for the last ten years. His eyes were closed, a tear spilling down the other cheek. He could almost feel his master inside his head, laughing at him... calling him weak for feeling sadness in a situation like this. That he couldn't act. He was fighting it... fighting to hold onto himself.. what he regarded as his true self.. but it was getting hard. "I am your friend.." anakin whispered, not sure what else to say. His hands were at his sides, gloved fingers curled around themselves. "And I try to be good.. but.. it's hard... getting harder every day..." ~Murderer.. how you murdered that poor girl on Naboo~ His mind laughed at him [06:35]
: The older Jedi turned and saw Anakin down on the floor...crying. Obi-Wan had to blink his eyes. Because within an instant he saw the boy that he had turned his back on. The innocent and sweet child he had promised to love and befriend forever. Sad and alone. Left in a world of darkness. The friend he always wanted. The brother he never had...The son he had adopted as his own. His heart shattered and using his own force powers, he sealed the door tight so that no one could disturb them. Yes they were alone. But Obi-Wan wanted complete privacey. He looked towards the monitor's where security holocams were hidden and with a simple flick of his wrist they signed off. Obi-Wan crossed the distance between he and Anakin. And he lifted him up, pulling him at once to his feet. He crushed him with a powerful hug and held him...rocked him, rubbed his back soothingly like he did so many years ago. "You are good Anakin...your a good boy." He soothed as he kissed his cheek. "I love you as if you were my own...dont cry...I wont betray you...I wont leave you to fend for yourself as I did before..I'm here now." [06:39]
: Anakin sank heavily into Obi-Wan's arms, tears flowing free down his cheeks and mingling with the older man's beard. He could feel... he was in pain, and knew sorrow. The dark side hadn't stolen his soul from him. Not completely. He might be a Sith Apprentice but, he wasn't completely gone. But that didn't change the fact that he'd done horrible things. "I try... I try.." The youth whimpered, trying to pull his tears back. In truth, he was crying now.. because he was thinking of Padme. What would she do when she found out? Would she hate him? He had finnaly gotten her love.. he would not be able to bare her hate. [06:43]
: He nodded as he held Anakin close. "I know...shhh..." He soothed, as he continued to rub his back. -Obi-Wan had refrained from shedding any more tears. He had to be the stronger of the two right now. Anakin needed him. And there was no way that he was going to neglect him this time around. The young man was still just a boy. Yes he dressed like a man, and he had aged...he saw and participated in adult activities, but he was still just a lad. A confused boy, that was being seduced by the dark side. By The Chancellor...A person that was to befriend him and care for him. "Shh...you need to rest..." Obi-Wan continued in a soft voice, he was petting the loose tangle of waves of hair that Anakin had and he pulled back to touch his face. He wiped away his tears and smiled at him. "I love you...I'm going to help you." He stated as he brushed Ani's hair back and embraced him once more. Although Anakin was a few inches taller then him. Obi-Wan saw and felt the child of Anakin Skywalker and thats who he was caring for... [06:47]
: Anakin kept his eyes closed, the tears drying now. Obi-Wan's voice was quiet soothing. Swallowing, he opened his eyes and peered into the older man's. "Thank you." He whispered softly, leaning down to nuzzle his neck affectionatly. He felt good being close to him. He needed this... the contact.. the closeness, to keep himself grounded. --- It was several minutes before Anakin spoke again, sitting down on the couch and trying to get Obi-Wan to sit next to him. "I'm sorry if I havn't turned out how you wanted me to. I am the chosen one.. I have a responcibility to the force.. but it is not what the Jedi think.." He sighed, running his gloved fingers back through his golden hair. "The prophecy states I will bring balance to the force. It never said anything about... destroying Sith... which is what many Jedi have belived." [06:50]
: Obi-Wan sighed deeply and took a seat next to him. He took his free hand and held it tightly, refusing to let go. "Anakin regardless of what the phrophecy states you must know right from wrong...how could you kill those innocent people...What balance does the death of innocent people bring?" He questioned. Obi-Wan was trying hard not to sound accusing or angry. But his tone was forceful. How could Anakin be so blind? It was obvious that the Sith dealt with darkness...And dark meant bad. They did horrible things. They tortured for the pleasure of it. [06:53]
: Anakin flicked his eyes over towards Obi-Wan, a slight frown at his lips. He didn't want to hurt him, but he had no choice. "I know what I do. Darkness is not evil, but the dark side hightens and uses emotions that make it very easy to be evil... I find myself lost in the pleasures of it. To feel another's fear is a sexual pleasure onto itself. It's hard not to enjoy it... to see other's suffer. Doesn't matter how sick it makes me afterwards... the monster loves it. The evil force inside of me... one day I fear I will surrender complete control to it..." He knew his words were painful, but he had to be honest. He did not feel he was blind at all. He knew the Sith were evil... but he knew himself to be a Sith. [06:59]
: Obi-Wan made grimaced at the choice words Anakin used to describe the pleasure he got out of one's pain and suffering. His face took on a bit of a flushed appearance. It was very hard to hear Anakin speak like this. He swallowed and nodded. "If you fear the Monster will consume you...then why do you stay on this path? If its an addiction...it can be cured...I have faith in you Anakin...strong faith...that I can free you of this tragedy." He stated firmly as he placed his hand upon Anakin's shoulder. "You wont find happiness if you remain like this...not with me...and not with Padme'...how can you make a home when you lust to destroy others?" [07:03]
: Anakin could not look at him. Obi-Wan spoke the truth... the thing he hated to face. He closed his eyes. "I just... want to be happy.. with this little illusion for a while longer.." He whispered, his eyes misting over once more. "Before it's nothing but a memory..." A tear came as his fingers held fast to his thighs. "It is a path, I cannot leave. It is my path... the road I must walk... even if I want to leave it, I cannot. Even if things had been different, it still would have been the path I would have wound up on in time... It is my destiney Obi-Wan.." Finnaly he looked up, tears sliding down his cheeks once more. "I just want to be happy.. a bit longer... to hold and to love.. while I still can..." [07:07]
: Obi-Wan looked at him completely shocked. And backed away as if he had been struck or burned. "I cant believe what I'm hearing..." His heart hurt more then he ever thought it could. And the confusion in his mind nearly drown the man. "Your choosing this...you wish to toy with...Padme'...with ME....your saying your going to love us...and care while you can. And then leave us to suffer when you give in to the lust that burns your loins for the great desire of pain!?" He spat angrily. Obi-Wan rose suddenly, his face red and burning. He had shocked himself...No frightened himself. He stood and used his force powers to open the door, bringing the lightsaber to his hand he stalked down the hallway. He needed to be away from Anakin... [07:11]
: Anakin had never seen Obi-Wan so angry. He could also feel delight.. if he wasn't so upset himself. 'Watch out my friend.. anger leads to the dark side.. don't let it take you too' He thought bitterly, watching him leave. Of course Obi-Wan couldn't understand... not how Anakin saw it anyway. He couldn't understand what gnawed away at Anakin's heart. But then, JEdi wern't supposed to love.. wern't supposed to feel attached. This was a reason why. --- Sitting there for another momment, the young Sith stood up and headed to the doorway, looking about for his friend. He didn't want to leave him like this... an angry Jedi could fall away from the path quiet easly and be swept up. Of course, his master would love that but he wouldn't. Obi-Wan was too good for the dark side. [07:15]
: Obi-Wan had found a quiet hallway. It was dimmly lit and there was a nice sized window that he had been attracted to. He was standing there, staring out into space. Frowning. Hurting. Anakin was willing and knowingly choosing to be a Sith Lord. To kill people out of satisfaction, to hurt people. He was planning on helping to raise an Empire that would wreak terror and chaos among thousands of helpless and defenseless people. He was no longer angry. He was sad. Very, very sad. He clutched his lightsaber in his hand, and readied himself for what he was contemplating... [07:20]
: Anakin was looking for him. Feeling his sadness. The boy stopped in the hallway, watching him for a momment, a frown over his lips. He wasn't sure what to say. He'd offered Obi-Wan a way to get rid of the pain but the Jedi had refused. He'd tried to explain himself, but that had only made things worse. What more could he do? --- slowly, Anakin approuched him. And when he got there, he knelt at his side, peering up at him. "Obi-Wan.." He whispered softly, "I never meant to hurt you... It is just the truth..." He closed his eyes, steadying himself for what he was about to say. "And I love you... truely I do... you and Padme... enough that I... I offer my life to you. Destroy me if that is your wish... but it will not be offered again." He was silent for a momment, "I got what I wanted... I got Padme's love... and she will always have mine... always." And he waited... [07:37]
: Turning to look down at Anakin his chest heaved. And he breathed deeply. He placed a hand on Anakin's head and gathered the thick mane of carmel colored hair. He gripped it tightly almost painfully. As he considered destorying what he loved more then anything in the world. His heart sunk and an odd darkness of shadows rolled in to surround him. He looked left and right, but it was mind boggling. The Jedi felt as if he were falling fast, spinning, twirling. The grip he held in Anakin's hair loosened and he dropped his lightsaber as he did so. The sound echoed down the hallways and his legs gave way...losing his grasp on reality the Jedi wavered a moment before falling back and hitting the floor hard. His head bounced a bit and for a split second Obi-Wan saw white...but after that it was darkness...all was still...and he was lost... [07:42]
: Anakin opened his eyes, seeing his friend crumpled to the ground. He knew, that there had been a momment, when his life was going to be ended. But the momment passed. Obi-Wan couldn't do it. He'd passed out instead. It was all too much for the kind Jedi Master. - Sighing softly, Anakin retrieved the lightsaber and clipped it to Obi-Wan's belt before picking him up. "I know you wanted to... old friend.." He whispered softly. "I'm sorry." He closed his eyes, letting himself feel that tender momment again... the momment he had been sure was going to be his last... a momment without sadness or joy, just of being close to him... of being loved by him. He could keep that momment as he rubbed Obi-Wan's hair before slidding into the private quarters they had left. --- Shutting the door, anakin set Obi-Wan gently on a couch and pressed his hand to the older's skull. Closing his eyes, he forced his way into the JEdi's mind. [07:50]
: There was a lot of sadness in his friend, over whelming sadness. Obi-Wan had taken on the misery that had been thrown out into space and floating around. He had picked it out and taken it upon himself. He felt misery for the fallen Jedi Master and the 13 year old Padawan...For Dorme' The Senator's hand maiden...The young girl that had been murdered in Naboo...the loss of Qui-Gon Jinn...and the loss of a little boy named Anakin Skywalker. Obi-Wan found himself walking in a lonely forest. All he could hear were the cries and echos of pain. People desperate to be saved...yelling, calling and praying for mercy. And a light laugh that belonged to Anakin rang out ceasing the cries of pain. -Obi-Wan was trapped in a nightmare. A world of misery...The pain that Dooku had inflicted upon him when he pointed the finger at Anakin. The revelation of Vader...The love he had for Anakin...and the betrayel he felt he had committed... [07:53]
: And there Anakin was before him, dressed all in black as normal, but the clothing seemed more 'Sith' like if such a thing is possible. His eyes were no longer ringed in tears. "Obi-Wan.." he said softly, putting a hand up to stop the older man in the forest. "You were going to kill me, wern't you?" He asked in a tender but not sad voice. He didn't frown, he just waited for the answer. [07:56]
: Obi-Wan turned to face him. "No." He responded simply. "I could never kill you..." And his words were true. He had become angry. Like a Father might his child. He had wanted to hurt him, to beat him into realizing what he had done was wrong. But he wasnt about to kill Anakin. Not if he had any spark of sanity left in him. He had contemplated hurting himself...ending his own life. He was already open to self exhile. -He looked Anakin up and down and his frown continued to grow. "Darth Vader..." [07:58]
: "Funny.. I thought you were.. thought that's why you passed out." He waved his hand, then smiled brightly for some odd reason. "No matter. I had offered my life to you... and you did not wish it. So, there is only one other option." He stepped closer to Obi-Wan, still smiling strangely. "And that's to make you forget what acutally happend." Darth Vader... Dooku had called him a mindflayer... he was actually here, inside Obi-Wan's head... he wasn't just a figment of his imagionation. [08:02]
: The older Jedi stepped back. Unsure of this strange smile and happy go lucky tone. "What are you talking about? Forget?" He backed away from him again. He didn't wish to forget to be blind. No Obi-Wan couldnt have that at all. He would run if he had to. Run and hide in this forest of...feelings...horrible feelings...misery...darkness. Dooku had been right about Anakin...More disapointment rang through. If he were to forget then he would lose his chance at redemption...lose his oppertunity to help those that still had a chance. [08:04]
: Vader sighed a bit. "Better not to run.. I don't wish to cause you any more pain and suffering then I already have." He shook his head and matched Obi-Wan's steps. "And if you resist too baddly... I might destroy the wrong things. So you must help me... show me the memories that cause you pain.. and i will destroy them. You will wake up with no memory of this." He was smiling still... but it no longer seemed friendly. [08:08]
: He held his hand out to stop him from moving in any closer. "No." He stated firmly. He looked about nervously. He would run! Obi-Wan needed these memories. This vital information. "You just stay away from me..." He instructed, as if the Sith Lord would listen. "I dont want to be a part of your mind games or control...just...go on now...I wont hurt Anakin...I give you my word...I wont hurt him." He was talking to Darth Vader. Not Anakin...and he knew this. Thats why he backed up yet again. To hurt Vader would mean he was hurting Anakin...a dangerous line he lingered on. [08:10]
: : "Don't do this Obi-Wan.. you really don't have a choice in the matter. I will be removing these memories.. like it or not. But you get to choose how much I remove with it. How much of your mind do I have to poke through in order to get out what I need?" The boy's eyes were yellow, dark and evil like those of Darth Maul. Yes, this was a Sith... everything Obi-Wan had sworn to fight against. And it was wrapped in the package of his best friend. [08:15]
: Obi-Wan shook his head. "NO...just leave me be!" He yelled back firmly. An odd wind came from the North and swept around Obi-Wan's body. The voices came rushing back. The cries of pain and despair. "I dont want to forget...Leave me be Darth Vader...Leave me be." He repeated once more. -Brushing his hands away at the air and loud cries that circled him. He took off down the path of the dark forest. He needed help, he needed guidance. As he ran he tried to concentrate, to make contact...To some how out smart this young Sith Lord. ~Qui Gon...I wish you could help me...the boy...Anakin...he's fallen victim to the ways of the Sith...I...I don't know what to do...~ -In reality Obi-Wan was so distraught that his body began to move and flinch, his right foot kicked out a bit...as his body started to mimic the movements within his nightmare. [08:18]
: There was the sound of a lightsaber igniting. A bright red blade was in the hands of the Sith apprentice named Vader. "If that's how you want it!" He called, heading into the forest. A memory surfaced as Obi-Wan thought of his master and the boy... of then on Coruscant. Little Anakin was frowning. "But why do they think I'm dangerous? I don't understand sir." The little boy said to the Jedi Master as his Padawan.. Obi-Wan.. looked on. Unseen to all but Obi-Wan the Sith Lord lurked, watching them with a strange grin. [08:29]
: Obi-Wan's heart pounded in his chest and he swirled around in the forest. Yes the little boy Anakin...he was dangerous. He paused from meeting them there and turned quickly. He ran through a maze of early memories that he had experienced when he was a Youngling. -His first encounter with a dark force...The grief and guilt he had felt when he had first killed, even in self defense. -He tripped finally as he saw Anakin standing on the balcony of Padme's apartment. He watched an image of himself approach the youth and hand him an apple. -This frightened him. He shook his head and pulled himself to his feet. "Stop it!" He yelled in frustration. He turned quickly, circling around younglings that greeted him as Master Obi-Wan Kenobi...He shoved past Dooku that was laughing at his distress and giving him a look of amusement. ~I told you he was not to be trusted~ ...And finally he found his newest memories...him being hugged by Anakin in the private chamber of the ship...they had confessed that they did love each other. -Obi-Wan sank to his knees and looked on as the memory played out before him. "NO!!" He yelled desperately. Tears came forward and he felt miserable. He couldn't run anymore...Turning he collapsed onto his back and stared up at the maze of trees that lined the forest. He saw the stars and relaxed a bit...As he continued to breathe deep in a panic stricken mode. [08:34]
: And Vader was there again, pointing his lightsaber at Obi-Wan when the Jedi had finnally wandered into the woods again. "This is only causing pain... show me what I want to know.. and it will end. You will be happy again." The promise of a Sith... the threats of a Sith. It might look like his best friend, but this was not his friend. He didn't resemble the feel of him from any memory Obi-Wan had fled through. "I see that Dooku is where it began.. so I shall start there." He smiled, "but did you suspect at any other time? That I was a Sith?" [08:41]
: Obi-Wan breathed deeply and flashed a painful expression. "...No." He answered honestly. "Not once." He finished quietly. Obi-Wan stared up at the yellow eyes. The dark rimmed eyes of a monsterous beast. The Sith Lord Darth Vader. Fear struck Obi-Wan...not for himself, but for Anakin. Was he alright? Would Obi-Wan be able to help him at all? [08:45]
: Perhaps not. Anakin seemed resigned to his fate. He just wanted love before he was incapible of feeling. - Vader chuckled softly, poking the blade at the dream form of Obi-Wan. "You are stubborn... so this will hurt. I must slice your mind appart to find what I'm looking for. There is no telling what kind of damage it might do." The Sith Lord looked very pleased with himself.. perhaps even giddy. As he turned though, hacking at various branches as if they were parts to a memory, a small form rushed forth. - The little boy tugged at Obi-Wan's hand. "We need to hurry.. please." The small familiur voice pleaded. Anakin seemed rather paniced... small Anakin.. nine year old Anakin before the corruption settled in and created the monster that was going wild with a lightsaber. [08:49]
: Obi-Wan sat up and pulled the child forward. Embracing him, hugging him and loving him. "It will be alright..." He soothed as the child suddenly vanished from his site. He looked around worriedly, filled with concern. Something inside of his head twitched and he felt physical pain. "Ahh!" He yelled out as he grabbed at his head. He turned in time to witness Vader hacking away at the memories of his life...some that he cherished. "Stop! I told you the truth!" He pleaded as screams and laughter surrounded him. -In reality Obi-Wan's body began to move around with determination. His body shook and convulsed as if he were having a seizure. "Stop!" He yelled as he fought his way to his feet, running towards Vader he grabbed his arm that held the lightsaber. "Let me be! I told you the truth!" [08:53]
: The boy was back, tugging at Obi-Wan's robes from behind. "Please.. we have to hurry." He pleaded. --- Vader turned, pressing the blade to Obi-Wan's neck. "I could destroy your mind utterly... do you want me to do that?" Such evil. There was no compassion between those eyes. No goodness in his voice. Pure, and simple, evil. --- Obi-Wan's memories... ones revolving around Dooku and Vader... were being hacked appart, along with some memories of Obi-Wan's time as a youngling before he became Qui-Gon's apprentice. Each lost memory was a pain through the core of him. [08:57]
: He shook his head quickly and felt a pain in his heart. -Obi-Wan stumbled back, away from The Sith Lord and swallowed hard. Tears were threatening to come forth. Obi-Wan had never been so emotionally distraught. He turned to face the boy. Allowing his back to face Vader. "What is it son?" He questioned sadly. He'd follow this boy...this memory anywhere. He couldnt lose Anakin. He just couldn't. [08:59]
: But this boy wasn't a memory.. this boy... had slipped in past Vader... had slipped in to help him. "We must run away while he's occupied." Anakin whispered, grabbing Obi-Wan's hand. "Please hurry." He repeated, heading out into the woods and trying to take the Jedi with him. --- Vader didn't even seem to notice... concentraiting purely on cutting, hacking, and slicing memories he thought were a threat to him. [09:01]
: He licked at his lips and weakly pulled himself up to stand. He returned the tight grip on the child's hand and followed him. As he ran, he looked back a short moment to see Vader continue to cut away the only true possessions he ever had. Memories. A tear made its way down the older Jedi's cheek, and he turned back to see where he was being led. [09:04]
: The boy looked quiet sad, with pain and sorrow etched in his eyes. He didn't stop running with the older man till they got to a quiet grove. Once there the boy let go and sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. "Obi-Wan... I'm sorry... The Monster scares me... I can't... I can't face him." The boy sat on the ground, looking up at the Jedi. "He wants to kill me so I have to hide. And you have to hide too before he decides to kill you too." [09:09]
: Obi-Wan looked down at the child and breathed deeply. He sat back and grimaced a bit. He was rather worn out and exhausted. He needed sleep...Emotionally...Physically and mentally he was in need of rest. He gathered the boy in his arms. And rocked him. It was Anakin. "Shh your safe for now." He soothed as placed his chin on top of the boy's head. Pulling him more into his lap, Obi-Wan sighed. "I wont betray you Anakin...I love you." He whispered softly in his hear. As he said this another tear escaped his saddened eyes. -What could he do? It seemed hopeless. ~Anakin...I need your help...~ It was all he could think to do. Any time he was in trouble Anakin was there. ~Anakin...help me...~ [21:41]
: Anakin wrapped his arms around the older man, snuggling into his chest. His eyes were closed, and he was sighing softly. "Thank you." He whispered. There wasn't much to do now. Vader was out there, cutting away memories... and beginning his alterations. While Obi-Wan was there holding young Anakin, he was also elsewhere.. on Genosis... having a bad interaction with Dooku. No real mention of the Sith apprentice... infact... something was being added to imply that perhaps Dooku was a Sith himself. - But this was far off.. a memory that Obi-Wan would belive in time.. but his consciousness as it were.. was occupied with the child. "I have to hide something here." The young one whispered. "With you... so you'll remember in time." [21:45]
: Confused and curious Obi-Wan looked down at the boy and whispered softly. "What is it?" -He felt odd, the strangest of sensations were swirling through his mind and body. But at least he was safe with the boy. Anakin...He sighed deeply and turned his tired eyes to look the small child over once more. If this boy was able to help Obi-Wan to remember anything then that would make the older Jedi very happy. [21:51]
: Anakin looked up at him. "You probably.. won't.. remember for some time. Not till all hell breaks lose. The Sith have been plotting for a thousand years to destroy the Jedi.. but not till Sidious have they truely taken steps. They were waiting... for me." The boy bit his lip, "The chosen one..." - More of Obi-Wan's memories were being broken up and changed. The jedi was being dragged into the Arena... not brought willingly as a ruse any more... and this was becoming his new memories. - After a few momments of silence the boy placed a few fingers to Obi-Wan's face. "My dear friend... my best friend... you must hide this.. deap... to remember only when the Jedi are being killed." [21:57]
: Obi-Wan looked at the boy with such confusion and heartache. "I dont know if I can..." He whispered softly. And in truth he didnt know if he could keep this moment. This NEW memory...This experience. It was very odd...Very confusing. He could feel the changes under going his mind. But he still worried and feared that Vader would find them, and destroy him. It was horrible to fear what he so openly loved. Obi-Wan was a Jedi...and he wasnt supposed to have any attachments and he did. One attachment...one being...the most dangerous...Anakin Skywalker...Darth Vader. [22:02]
: "Obi-Wan..." The boy whispered softly, running fingers through his beard, "Please remember... deap inside.. where the monster cannot see it.. where the monster cannot grab it. When you find out that the clones are turning on the Jedi, you will remember. Please, remember." The boy whispered, installing it very deap inside the older man. - The conversation on the holocom was kept the same but added to... Obi-Wan was being forced into it.. to lure Anakin into a trap. Why would he do such a thing? Because he was sure Anakin would find a way to save him. [22:07]
: He took a hold of the child's shoulders and forced him to sit down in his lap once again. "Yes...yes I'll remember Anakin..." He sighed. And he would. The older man crushed Anakin against his chest. Holding him tight, he closed his eyes and rocked him. "I promise Anakin." And he would remember. He had to! The fate of so many people rested on his shoulders. And although he was mentally weak at this point and not entirely with it...Obi-Wan knew he would hold onto this moment and remember it. Bury it safe and sound within his heart. Where Vader couldn't find it. [22:10]
: Where Vader wasn't looking... Vader was busy reworking the memories. Anakin had now been pulled into the Arena with Obi-Wan, but he was smiling anyway. He was certian they would be ok. They just had to brave a few creatures for a bit before the clones arrived. But both of them had apperently been tortured... and Obi-Wan had collapsed in the state room. - The little boy crushed to his chest, sniffling a bit. "Never forget me." He whispered before everything dropped away... this all becoming nothing more then a bad dream where Vader was a faseless evil and not Anakin at all... only the boy was in Obi-Wan's mind... but why was a different matter. --- Anakin let go of Obi-Wan's head in the real world, collapsing to the ground. It had been just as draining and painful for him.. as it had been for his friend. [22:14]
: Obi-Wan reached out for the child. Struggling to find him again. But it was as if he were lost in a darkness and he could barely make out his arm in front of him. Worn out and exhausted as ever he slipped away from the world of darkness and nightmares. And into a peaceful slumber, where he could rest. For a breif time Obi-Wan's mind and memories would cease to exist. As all his body needed was rest. -As he slipped away, he promised himself that he wouldn't forget the little boy and his words...Then there was nothing. In reality Obi-Wan as still as a corpse...his breathing was hardly noticable, but he was alive...just resting. [22:19]
: But... in all.. Obi-Wan was the first to wake. He had only the altered memories, beliving that Anakin had risked himself and a trap to come rescue Obi-Wan. That the clone army Anakin had lead had saved them in the end. That Obi-Wan had passed out on the couch from tiredness and for putting anakin at risk. Dooku, the dark Jedi and possible Sith, had tried to torture him to give up info that Obi-Wan had resisted to. But Anakin had come for him... [22:23]
: Bringing his hand to his head he groaned a bit. And grimaced...He then opened his eyes. Obi-Wan looked about and sighed deeply. He remembered everything. Being captured by Dooku...the horrid man torturing him...a Sith apprentice? Dooku...He remembered the arena and Anakin. Anakin! He sat forward moving too swiftly for his body's own good. "Anakin!?" He called out with concern. His body started to fall back, but caught himself. And fought off the dancing stars that flocked to his eyes. Was Anakin alright? Where was his friend? [22:25]
: Anakin groaned softly. He was on the floor looking drained out. The boy lifted his head, smiling softly at Obi-Wan. "Mmm.. you're awake?" He grunted. He propped himself up on one hand, peering up at Obi-Wan. It had worked! The Jedi didn't seem to remember anything of what had really happend. The pain was worth it... to not have that look... not feel that sadness from Obi-Wan. And he seemed not to have done anything really bad to him in his head. That had been his biggest worry. [22:29]
: A roll of his eyes and a happy smile. "Oh...Anakin...thank God..." He sighed as he laid back once more on the couch. He rubbed at his eyes as he closed them. He then turned to face Anakin and he opened his eyes, still smiling. "Always the hero..." He shook his head a bit and reached out to touch him. "You saved me." He sighed softly. "I knew you would...I...I knew that you'd come for me...are you alright?" He questioned with deep concern. "Those...creatures...Dooku...did they hurt you?" More questions came forth and he sat up once more, and slid off of the couch to be on the floor next to his bestfriend. He opened his eyes wide. The only down side to what had happened is that he had a rather annoying headache...the pain matched that of a migrain, but Obi-Wan could handle it. [22:34]
: Anakin pulled himself up onto the couch, rubbing his head. It was pounding too, from the effort of changing memories that didn't want to be touched. "I'm find Obi." Anakin smiled, pulling his arms around the older man and squeezing him affectionately. "I was so worried abut you.. that I was going to lose you forever.." He found his head resting on the other's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. He had his Jedi friend back. His skills were getting more powerful. He could implant memories and take out others even from a Jedi MASTER! He'd be feeling so much better about it had it not been from his beloved Obi-Wan. He hadn't wanted to do that to him.. but it was better thenkilling him which would have been easier. [22:39]
: Obi-Wan smiled and patted Anakin's arm when he placed them around his shoulders. "Yes, yes my friend..." He smiled and sighed a bit as he hoisted himself up to sit on the couch, next to Anakin. He pulled him close suddenly, crushing him against his chest...much like he had done to the boy. Obi-Wan didn't understand what compelled him, to be so physical but he felt better once he held Anakin in his arms. "I knew you'd come for me...I was so worried that Dooku would kill you...I couldnt bare to lose you Anakin." He whispered softly, as he regarded as the child he knew long ago. [22:43]
: "He wanted to kill me... wanted to know what the Chancellor's plans were.. but.. we showed him." Anakin closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of being held so tight by the older man. It was not the same as Padme but it provided it's own pleasure. "My dear sweet friend... A war has begun... Genosis was just the first battle... to rescue you..." He moved a hand up and rested it on Obi-Wan's cheek so that he could gaze into his eyes. "We're going back to Coruscant.. I'm sure the Jedi Council needs to be briefed.. and I have to tell the chancellor what I saw there. The battle droids they were building... how they were even trying to corrupt Jedi. This will not be stood for. They must be stopped." [22:47]
: "Yes..." He spoke softly. "I must inform the Council..." He took Anakin by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "I believe Dooku is a Sith...whether he is an apprentice or a Lord...he cant be trusted." Obi-Wan released his shoulders and sat back and sighed. "I cant believe its come to this...war?" He questioned sadly. "Am I the cause of this?" He sounded sad again. But not because of Anakin. -He was saddened by the news of war, and what was to happen...what was yet to come. It was all so sad...dangerous...and to Obi-Wan meaningless. [22:52]
: Anakin stroked his cheek tenderly, a few fingers lingering in the beard. "No Obi-Wan.. it isn't your fault. War was bound to happen sooner or later. Padme being targetted wound up being a catalist.. though I'm sure she'll hate to hear that. She didn't want this either." Of course, Anakin had wanted this... the war that would bring a sweeping change across the galaxy. It would keep the chancellor in power instead of ellecting another. It would grant him MORE powers to keep the senate and systems safe. Till one day, when the time was right, he would seize control and name himself empire... and the senate will applaud it too. He could see it. [22:58]
: Obi-Wan sighed deeply and nodded as he turned away from Anakin. "So off to Coruscant we go..." Another sigh escaped his lips. "Well at least your alright...you and The Senator." He stroked his beard and turned to face Anakin. "Are you certain your alright?" He questioned. Obi-Wan would be happy, just to hold Anakin close the whole night through. Something deep inside of him, drove him to hold and to touch. He loved Anakin, very much. And he wanted Anakin to know and feel this. [23:01]
: Anakin nodded. "We should be there at any time now." He would have gotten up but it was comfortable sitting there with him. Perhaps to make up for the loss of affection he had for so long. - When Obi-Wan questioned him he could only smile. "I'm fine... now that I know you are." The boy tugged gently on the Jedi's beard, grinning a bit like an imp. "Padme's fine too. I'm sure she is. After I drop you off at the council and report to the chancellor.. I'm returning to Naboo for her." [23:04]
: He couldn't help but smile, at Anakin's response. "Well of course." His smile continued and he sat back against the couch. A small yawn came forth and he swallowed it down and closed his eyes. He was still rather tired. "If you'll forgive me Anakin...I...feel..that I need to rest a bit." His eyes were still closed and he had a peaceful look about him. "Enjoy your youth..." He managed with a new yawn and a light chuckle. Obi-Wan needed rest, he would worry about this war...and the Sith Dooku later. [23:09]
: When they got to Coruscant, Anakin bid Obi-Wan goodbye. He had enjoyed watching him sleep.. practicly sitting in his lap the whole way. He'd be able to stay happy for just a while longer. Of course, he knew his master might not be pleased, but he would take his punishment. He had done what his master wanted after all. And he needed to report his success with the false memories he'd implanted --- Entering the Chancellor's office he waited till the other servents were sent away before he knelt and bowed his head before his master. "The war has begun, my master." He said simply, waiting for the questioning to begin. [23:36]
: Sidious remained seated. At the moment he hardly seemed interested in Anakin...In Vader. He sighed after a moment, and looked down at him. "Your weak." His tone was taunting and meant to frustrate the boy. He wasn't completely angry. Vader had of course followed through and ensured that the War had begun. Yet, he had been selfish in his ways and careless. All for 'love'...It was enough to make Sidious shiver with disgust. He looked past Anakin and towards a servant that lingered in the door way. -Sidious beckoned them forward, and they brought him a tray with some wine. He offered a kind smile to the servant. He was in a funk, an odd mood...It was hard to remain angry at Vader...It worried Sidious that if he were to snap...that Vader would back off...or get wise and betray him. So instead he had to circle him carefully and keep his anger in check. [23:40]
: Vader was quiet loyal. Perhaps in part because he'd been born a slave.. dispite having wanted his freedom there was the mentallity there. When called weak Vader said nothing. His master had ways of finding things out. The fact that Obi-Wan was alive and well, that Padme was safe and happy, was proof that he had been carring for them. Vader knew Sidious considered carring like that as a form of weakness, but he only smiled to himself. It was in truth THIS that kept him loyal. The fact that he could love and feel kept him from wanting to overthrow his master as Sidious had done his own. Besides, Vader had no wish to be his own master... he didn't want to rule the galaxy by himself. And he doubted Padme would want to rule it with him.. she was too big on democracy. [23:44]
: Sidious helped himself to the bit of wine that was brought before him. He smiled at the sweet yet bland taste that it offered. "How was it?" He questioned finally. His eyes sank down to take in the kneeling form of Vader. -Sidious smoothed down some wrinkles in his robe. -The man wasn't stupid...he may have been insane, but he wasn't stupid. And Vader was glowing with a light dusting of happiness...of love. -He needed punishment, but he wasn't sure how he would go about teaching his pupil a lesson. ~You gave into lust in the form of love.~ [23:48]
: Vader looked up at his master, regarding him silently... but not wordlessly. ~It was my choice... but I gave into my lust for violence too~ And he shared that aspect of it... of the pain the girl Corid went through. He did not however, share the pleasures he took with Padme. That was his... he would keep it with him forever, and hope for more. He knew he would be punished... he could always sense it coming... but he would take it. His Padme was worth it. Besides, the part of him that hated himself for doing what he did to the girl on Naboo craved the punishment. [23:52]
: He nodded, but made no effort to allow Vader to rise. ~I see...~ He licked at his lips and narrowed his eyes on Vader. "And what do you think would be fair punishment?" He questioned finally. Sidious had ideas...ideas of violence...intense mental torture...pain brutal pain and darkness. But to bestow a punishment like that upon Anakin wouldn't be any fun. In fact, he could endure it with out any trouble. Yes the boy wanted to be punishment...he desired it. But Sidious wanted to really ensure a proper punishment. He wanted to make Vader suffer with guilt... [23:55]
: Vader's eyes flicked to the floor. Yes, Sidious was quiet angry with him. This was one of the reasons he knew in time he would do nothing that his master did not want.. that his defience would be gone. It is why he clung to what he cared for. Wanted to be with Padme as long as he could. To enjoy her company... to enjoy her heart.. her soul... before all he might enjoy would be the pleasure of her body. "I do not know, my master." It was honest enough. He was not sure how he should be punished, but a slight tremble went down his spine as his master questioned him. He felt that whatever it was, would be worse then what he'd endured before. [00:10]
: Sidious smiled and nodded. "Yes...I know you don't know." His voice was calm and soothing. The tone was similiar to the way he had spoken to Anakin when he first took him in as a small boy. Yes he knew how he would punish Vader. The boy had held out a good while...Reserving his purity...his body for the one person he loved more then life it's self. Padme'...And now that he had enjoyed her body...It would be even harder for him to ignore how wonderful and pure that moment had been. It would be nearly impossible for him to forget her looks, her touch, her feel, her tones...But the body always reacted. Even if the heart...even if the soul didn't want to. The mind would scream no, and feel shame as the body would enjoy the sensations...Sidious had lusted Anakin for a long time. Sidious had a fine taste for exceptional beauty and power, and over the many years he had enjoyed his fair share of men and women. -He would love nothing more then to place his own hands upon Vader...But he knew that he needed to get inside of his head in order to make his punishment a good one. -He had something far better instore for his ever loyal apprentice. [00:13]
: Vader felt another shiver go up his spine at that tone. It could be more terrifying then any of his deap and gravelly ones... the kind that people often associated with evil. No, it as the calm and soothing tone, that made Vader almost cringe. Because that meant his master had come to a choice... one that he probably would not enjoy.. well... not really anyway. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look up at Sidious. "Then what will be done master?" He asked softly. He didn't want to stall his punishment, though the waiting to know what it might be was driving him nuts already. he had to know.. no mater how bad it might be... how... horrible for him. [00:18]
: Sidious smiled and cocked his head to the side as he looked him over. "Once a slave...always a slave...yes?" He questioned. He rose from his chair and left his wine glass sitting on a near by table. Stepping around Vader he continued to smile. Even as his fingers curled at his sides and he grabbed lightly at the fabric of his robe. Yes his punishment would be a fine one. -Sidious walked over to a large window and looked out for a few moments. Enjoying the mental images that danced in his head. A lust for power...and dominance...a lust to put someone back in there place. "Tonight Vader...you will be stripped of your place...stripped of your power...stripped of your position...and later stripped of your clothes..." His tone held mischeif, trouble...and excitement. [00:20]
: Vader's eyes flickered as he followed the look of his master, remaining glued to his spot on the floor. He didn't belive most of what Sidious said, beliving it was just talk. Too much would fall appart if he was taken out of the equation. If he knew anything after all these years, he knew that Sidious needed him. But the last part... he belived all too well and felt his gut twist. 'Well, at least he said that after I fullfilled my promise to Padme.. and it's not like it's MY choice.' He thought. Biting his lip however he finnaly lowered his head again. "Yes, My master.." He said softly. It would not do anything to argue with him or everything they had worked towards for years would be gone. [00:30]
: Sidious turned suddenly to face him. "Tonight...until this hour tomorrow...you are lower then any servent here...You are forbidden to use your powers. Forbidden to walk about freely...Your just a slave...a slave to what?" He sighed deeply and shrugged a bit. "I don't know...that wont be for me to decide." -Making his way over to a desk he fiddled a bit with some buttons...contacting a person. A side smile was evident on the Sith Lord's face. And he couldn't wait to have his apprentice suffer...suffer with frustration...guilt and questions. A mental tormentor is what Sidious was, and he lived for the thrill. -He turned and looked towards a set of doors...waiting...eventually they parted and in walked a very handsome young man. Clean and well built, obviously favored. He was dressed in dark clothing and to Vader he might have looked familiar. -The young man's eyes flashed towards the form of Vader for a moment. He then made his way to Sidious, placing his left hand on his chest he bowed down and kneeled before Sidious. "Yes, my lord?" He questioned quietly. -Sidious nearly danced, he moved back and forth on his tip toes...very pleased with his own evil mind. "Rise from the floor please..." He instructed kindly. "You are loyal...and hard working...even after all that you have been through." Sidious spoke kindly to the young man. He then pointed towards Vader. "Once when you were in the wrong and you did something careless and stupid...you were punished." He circled the young man and placed his hands behind his back. "It seems the same manner of punishment will be enforced...to this Anakin Skywalker." His tone was more devious now. Thick and scratchy. -The young man held a perplexed expression. "He is yours to command and toy with for the night." Sidious turned finally. "Dont fear him...he cant do anything but endure...listen and obey." With that Sidious turned to look down at Vader. An excellent punishment...one that would lace an uncomfortable onslaught of questions in his pupil's mind. [00:34]
: Anakin closed his eyes. This was going to be rough... but.. he could survive it. He was strong, he was powerful on the inside. "Yes master." He said in a soft, obident voice. Padme would worry but he would make it up to her when he could. For now, he just had to get through the next day. Not using his gifts would be tough.. a challange... but he would learn. He would find a way to shut himself down... and he would be misserable for it. But he had earned it.. this punishment. He did not look up. His master had not commanded it so.. even as he heard the young man enter. He knew who it was. He didn't need his gifts to tell him that. The bounty-hunter. Well, this would be... interesting. He had tortured the boy... but given him pleasures too. He would not expect the same... [00:49]
: Sidious smiled, he could already feel the discomfort in his pupil. He turned back to the young man. Who had gone ahead and kept his name that was a lie. Kyler. "Take him away." Sidious finished, as he acted as if he didn't care. He waved the young man off and turned his back to the both of them. -Sidious was a sick individual. And he was crazed with happiness. He was rather pleased at himself for coming up with such a punishment...a brutal one in its own way. -Kyler stood there a moment, he studied the form of Sidious for a moment. He then toughened up and walked towards his 'gift'. Two black boots appeared before Vader's face. -Kyler's arms remained still at his side as he looked down at the form of Anakin. "Get up." He instructed firmly. His tone was hardly kind. [00:53]
: Anakin rose slowly to his feet, not looking at Kyler. He knew how to conduct himself. And he knew, to bottle the rage that was forming in his heart already. He would use it later. Save it for the Jedi. They would suffer for everything he'd been through. And it was legidamit in his mind. They had refused to train him.. so his suffering WAS their fault. He repressed a smile, and waited, his hands at his sides for his temperary 'master' to order him around. At least Sidious wasn't dragging him off... though that was still a possibility. He wouldn't put it past the old man. [00:57]
: Kyler regarded him for a moment. Looking him up and down. "Do you want to laugh?" He questioned finally. His eyes locking with Anakin's. "This is funny to you." His eyes narrowed into his infamous glare and without warning he punched Anakin hard in the stomach. He held onto him as he rested his fist in Anakin's stomach. "Smile about that..." Kyler laughed a bit. His laugh was a bit crazed and he was smiling. He backed away, releasing Anakin. He then walked towards the doors that parted for him. "Walk." He instructed yet again. -Sidious had turned to witness Kyler's odd greeting. This delighted him and he smiled to himself. -His eyes lingered on Anakin a moment. An excellent punishment indeed... [01:00]
: Anakin didn't laugh, didn't smile, but his eyes were hard and cold. When he was struck, he resisted the urge to strike back... to grab Kyler around the neck and choke him to death. He had his place to think about. Sidious had made him the lowest kind of slave for the day.. as punishment. He would accept it... he would take it... and remember this for later. Coughing from the impact, he bit the tip of his tongue. Yes, Kyler would have a lot to deal with later on... if Sidious ever decided not to protect him. For now, he did exactly as he was told, not looking back. He walked... following the crazed youth. [01:18]
: Kyler moved swiftly down the hall, glancing back at Anakin every so often. His glare was evident, but the boy was curious. He turned a corner and pressed a button. A door parted revealing an elevator. -Kyler stood before it a moment, he then motioned for Anakin to enter. -This would be quite an interesting night...One that the youth looked forward to. All his hard work had some what paid off. Sidious had granted him quite a prize. [01:22]
: Anakin stepped in, silent as ever. - he was a prise alright. He had done something to tick their master off... and was paying for it. Still, this wouldn't be perminent. Kyler could never hope to take Anakin's place even if the sith were to die suddenly. He was too powerful... too integral to the Dark Lord's plots. No, this was a punishment that wouldn't last. But clearly the youth could have fun with him as it did. Anakin could be broken. [01:30]
: Kyler looked on as the elevator traveled down, lower and lower they sank. The building was massive. No matter how many floors they pass down through. They were still very high up. Once the doors parted Kyler stepped off of the elevator. Traveling down another long hallway, a few servants were making there way back from cleaning his chambers. One was carrying a tray of fruit. -He smiled to himself and twirled around, stealing an apple from her tray as he continued to walk. He came to his doors and waited for them to open, as they did he walked down 5 carpeted steps. -The room was large. Lavish. And it was decorated nicely. Kyler, placed the apple in his mouth as he walked over to a large cabinet. Pulling the doors open he dug around a moment, before pulling out a jar. Turning to Anakin he motioned for him to come closer. [01:33]
: Anakin moved, not even bothering to look at the room. It was nothing compaired to his own... not that he cared. He slept, he ate, but his place was always at his master's side or out doing his dirty work. He didn't care much for hanging around in it. - Still, Anakin was quiet. He was watching, waiting for Kyler's next move. It was always hard to predict the next actions of people like the bounty-hunter. He refrained from picking it out of his brain just from where he stood. sidious had forbid him from using his force powers. He was so powerful and yet, he was a slave... funny how much he hated slavery on Tatooine... but one could say he'd grown up a fair amount since then. [01:39]
: Looking Anakin over, he regarded his silence and chuckled. Taking a bite of the apple he chewed it. "Take your shirt off." He instructed with a nod. Swallowing he took another bite of his apple. He was very amused by Anakin's silent stance. -And Kyler was loving the reverse roles, even if it was for one night. It would be better then one or two hours. -There was a sudden knock to Kyler's door. The youth sighed with aggrivation and looked towards the doors expectingly. They opened after a moment and a young woman entered carrying some folded clothes. She smiled shyly at Kyler and then flashed a confused look towards Anakin. What was he doing down here? -Kyler rolled his eyes when he saw the girl. "Becka dont return...I want privacey." His tone was far from rude. But he was being straight forward, he didnt wish to be bothered. The young woman nodded, "I apologize..." She sat the change of clothes down on the cushion of a chair and then turned. She flashed another curious glance at Anakin. Yes that was Anakin Skywalker...She shook her head a bit. What news...what gossip...the kitchen staff would have an unusually fun conversation to dive into. -The girl hurried up the steps and left the two alone. [01:47]
: Anakin had just been in the process of removing his tunic when the girl entered. He avoided looking at her but he stiffened vissiably. 'Great... they're going to be talking about this for weeks to come... and this might raise too many questions.' After all, as far as anyone else was concerned, Anakin wasn't some other servent... he was powerful, with the best room beyond the chancellor himself... and terrifying. He also had never been seen in the quarters of a servent or other 'employee' in such a possition. - He made a mental note to 'question' the girl later when he had the authority too.. for now.. he finished removing his tunic.. revealing his hairless chest to the other man. [01:55]
: Kyler sighed and shook his head after the girl left. He took another bite of his apple, chewing he placed what was left on the apple on a table. He made his way over to Anakin and he opened the jar that he had retreived from the cabinet. His eyes narrowed on Anakin's stomach. "You may be all powerful...but your still human." He commented as he smeered some sort of gel substance on Anakin's stomach. Right where he had punched him. He applied a bit more, before turning his back to him. He put the lid back on the jar and returned it to it's proper place within his cabinet. -Afterward, he retrieved his apple and continued to eat it. [01:57]
: Anakin hadn't even been paying attention to the pain... or the bruise that was appearing.. until Kyler brought it up again. As the gel touched him he winced involentarily. Yes, he was human... sometimes he questioned tthat, but he was. He felt... he had a mother who loved him. He had a best friend... and a beloved. He felt for them. And he felt pain.. physical pain. But he still refused to speak, even as his lips curled back into a snear for a momment. What was the bounty hunter getting at anyway? [02:02]
: After being met with silence he turned back to face Anakin. Kyler was smiling, his eyes were a bit squinty his smile was so wide. "Aww...you dont want to talk to me?" He questioned in a sarcastic teasing tone. He took another bite of his apple and wrinkled his nose. That bite hadn't been very sweet, he frowned and threw the apple into a garbage can. He also spit out the very rotten bit that he had taken. Licking his lips, he looked back towards Anakin. This was already fun. Kyler wasn't completely amused with the all powerful Anakin Skywalker... [02:06]
: Anakin continued to say nothing. After all, Kyler hadn't told him to speak... so he wasn't about to. His eyes burned fiercely, with a bit of hate and contempt... perhaps even loathing of some sort. Not nessisarly for Kyler. After all, he was driving all of his hate, all of his anger, down into him to be used later as needed. To be used on the Jedi. At least he wasn't hungry. He'd eaten a little while in flight with Obi-Wan. He'd had a feeling that perhaps he might not get the chance for a while. [02:09]
: Kyler shook his head. "You can talk you know..." He continued to smile. He moved in closer to Anakin, standing before him he cocked his head to one side. "Where are you?" He questioned as he stared deeply into his eyes. "I know you cant be afraid of me..." His brow knitted with question. "Are you?" He asked softly. He was just trying to get Anakin to talk to him. -Kyler wasn't bad...not really. He did bad things, but he had taken Anakin's advice. And look where it got him...Not the best place to be. But it was something better then death. [02:12]
: Hell, Kyler even had a nice room.. he wasn't living on the streets... and servents brought him food and clean clothing. - Anakin gave him a strange look, resisting the urge to incline his chin in superior fasion. "I can talk.. but I have no interest in it. Where I am is right here... and I fear no one." He said in a soft, slow voice. He'd even managed to pull the tone so it didn't sound so commanding. He was good at that. He could play at this very well. He could bide his time, and take his punishment. - Anakin hadn't spoken much to Kyler since that day when he practiced some of his techniques on him. He'd passed him in the halls of course. Each on their way somewhere.. but speaking wasn't something Anakin cared to do. [02:16]
: He laughed suddenly. He backed away from him and sat on his bed. Kyler watched Anakin with curious eyes. "Poor Anakin..." He taunted, "Poor little Ani..." He faked a sad sigh and shook his head. "This is probably a bit too hard for you. Perhaps you'd rather spend the night with your Master?" He questioned as he once more raised his eyebrows. -Kyler had been nice to him. He was being nice to him. In fact he punched him so, for Anakin's benefit. To put on a show for The Chancellor was all he had done...He had treated him for it. It was just a game. But Anakin was stubborn...and slowly but surely this was frustrating the young bounty hunter. [02:19]
: Anakin regarded him with those dark bluish eyes of his. Sparkling as he stayed where he had been he said, "He sent me with you." In truth, he'd rather be back on Naboo, wrapped up with Padme. Maybe he should have stopped there first before returning here and being punished for still having a heart. But, he had stuck to his loyality to the chancellor and came here as a good servent should. - Anakin didn't care if Kyler had punched him for his own good or not. It didn't matter in his mind. If he wasn't punished by Kyler, then Sidious would find some other way to 'hurt' him for his feelings. [02:24]
: Kyler nodded and laid back, placing his arms behind his head. "Yes, that he did." He sighed a bit and got comfortable on his bed. It was rather large and comfortable. "But we both know he'd much rather be with you for the night..." Kyler stared up at the ceiling. He smiled a bit to himself. "He has such a wild imagination...vivid fantasies...his favorite is greeting you by surprise in your room while your meditating." Kyler laughed a bit, before sitting up. Folding his legs beneath him he sat indian style and looked towards Anakin. "Your not stupid...so dont act it...if you want something just ask." He offered with a smile and a light shrug. [02:27]
: "Does it matter?" Anakin broke his silence at last. "I did what I wanted... I saved myself for Padme. Whatever else he might be, he did let me keep my vow for her no matter how many others he tried to tempt me with." He left the rest unsaid... meerly understood. what might have happend had Sidious decided he wanted the boy instead. He wasn't a fool... there were times when he half expected the old man to do something like that. But he couldn't be 'surprised' even in meditation. He always knew where his master was... didn't matter which floor. Hell, it was his BUSNESS to know as a bodyguard. [02:33]
: He watched him and nodded. "Alright then...pick a corner and pout." He finished finally. Anakin was irritating him. But for his own sake he was keeping his anger in check. If he were to take his prize...his gift and abuse him. Anakin would find some way to pay him back, ten full. And Kyler had worked too hard to lose that. He got up off of his bed, and walked over to a sitting room once in there he took off his vest and untucked his tunac. Sighing he sat down and pulled up a hologram of some of the local home worlds. He flipped through them before pausing on a small star cruiser. -One day he would have one of his own. It was his own nightly ritual to study that which he imagined. After examining the star cruiser a few moments. He sat back as he played out a recorded transmission of one of the next victims he would be required to take out. [02:39]
: Anakin did not pout however. He just stood there, shaking his head slowly. Kyler had no ability to assert himself, and he was in no possition to gode him. Sidious would know anyway... know what Kyler did and didn't do. Sidious would do what he willed. It was always the case. - Staying quiet once more, he slid his eyes a bit to track Kyler's movements around the room. Again, part of his 'offical' training. To track and watch out for others. Now Kyler was his track... but Kyler also had the position for now to do what he wanted with Anakin. The Sith wouldn't be able to resist or protest. Such was the way of his punishment [02:42]
: The silence in the room swelled. And Kyler sighed deeply. Without turning to face Anakin he spoke. "Your pissing me off..." -And in fact he was. Anakin was completely irritating him by remaining so silent. Yes, Kyler was given leave to do whatever he wanted. Anakin was his for the night...But...? -He was trying to talk to him. To nearly befriend him, and Anakin just remained silent. Although he was given the position of a servant for the night, he hardly acted like one. Especially since he didn't fear Kyler... [02:45]
: Anakin didn't seem capible of fear.. at least not for himself from another. He feared for others... feared that Padme would hate him for his actions. Feared Obi-Wan's mind collapsing for what he did to it. But he did not fear anything Kyler might do to him. He almost laughed when Kyler said he was getting pissed off. Even though he wasn't trying to use his gifts, he could FEEL the irritation dripping from the bountyhunter. [02:50]
: Kyler got up suddenly. He had been nice. -He stalked over towards Anakin. Yes he was still strong and powerful, but he was forbidden to use his powers. He was only allowed to take and follow orders. "Have it your way Anakin." He moved closer to him and attempted to back him up. Afterward Kyler shoved him back so that he landed on the bed with a soft thud. The bounty hunter smiled to himself and quickly climbed ontop of Anakin as he brushed back his hair. "...I dont understand why your purposely making this hard for yourself..." He worked diligantly to unbuckle Anakin's belt, to unbutton his pants...He smiled up at him. "Your still innocent in so many ways..." [02:54]
: Anakin didn't protest as he was pushed down against the bed. He didn't even look down as he felt Kyler's hands on his pants. Instead, he was looking at the other man, feeling his warmth so close. The other must have wanted this for some time. Closing his eyes briefly he asked, "Tell me... what did my master say about me?" It was more of a question then a command. He knew Kyler could refuse him. He had no rights at this momment. He was powerless, and forced to comply with the wishes of the other man. That didn't mean he would have to touch back on impluse. [02:58]
: Kyler paused, allowing both arms to support his weight as he looked down at Anakin. He was still straddling him, but he had paused from undressing him. He cocked his head to the side. "Which time?" He laughed lightly before shaking his head and erasing the smile. "...When he called me to claim you for the night...or when he claims me as you every other night?" He licked at his lips before pressing them together. He sat back a bit, looking down at Anakin. -Kyler knew that Anakin was stuck between a rock and a hard place. And he nearly laughed out loud as he found a way to make the words a perverted joke. However he felt bad for Anakin...felt for Anakin...some how...some way it was down there... [03:01]
: "Any time... every time..." Not that he hadn't plucked surface thoughts before, but he was interested this time. Perhaps as part of his punishment. That and, he always wondered why his master hadn't just forced himself on him. Surely Sidious couldn't 'care'. Anakin had never felt any sort of heart in the man. He pretended only. - The Sith closed his eyes, listening.. feeling... trying to picture Padme sitting across his legs unbuttoning him and not this 'lovely' young man. [03:06]
: Kyler watched him close his eyes and he smiled. "He says..." Kyler began to speak in a soft, almost seductive tone. "That you are the greatest there will ever be..." His hand traveled up Anakin's chest. He hesistated a moment before touching his jawline. "That your power is intimidating to all...that your beautiful even when you succumb to the darkness that beckons you..." He paused from talking. "...that your weak for believing in love. That love is a waist..and you waist time and power by fueling a fairy tale." He continued to watch Anakin. His eyes taking in his features...his body...his very being. [03:10]
: "It is a good dream... one I'm not ready to part with just yet." He said softly, thinkin of Padme again. He could feel the darkness laughing too. It was waiting for him... and it was patient. It would be there when he finnaly gave him. When he let go of his dreams... the Faity Tale as Kyler was putting it. He even sighed, feeling the fingers on him.. brushing his chest.. touching his jaw. No, it didn't feel like Padme... but it wasn't unpleasent. "Do you consider it weakness?" His eyes opened. At least he was talking now... probably better for Anakin then being quiet. "Does he say anything else?" [03:15]
: He shrugged his shoulders a bit and drew his hand back. "No...I think it makes you stronger." He answered honestly. Kyler's shoulders sagged a bit and for a moment he looked sad. Sighing he answered Anakin's second question. "...No..he mostly rants on about your loyalty to...Obi-Wan and Padme...we dont have conversations. He yells to vent...to release his frustrations...Then he plays." -He climbed off of Anakin and stepped off of his bed. How was this back firing on him? -There was no reason for him, to take the brunt of the situation...But some how he was. Talking about love...his desire for it...his envy and jealousy for those that had it. Kyler needed to be strong. Anakin probably knew how weak minded he still was. But just like the teenage boy he had encountered a few years back...He did what he had to...simply to survive. -He walked into a small corner that was made up to be a kitchenette. Rummaging through a small cupboard he pulled out some sort of alcohol. He needed to get drunk... [03:20]
: Anakin stay where he was, but leaned on his elbows. Kyler was quiet strange... but it seemed, the questions he had asked him were bothersome. Still, it was quiet interesting. To hear it said like this... things he already knew. "He should think.. about how I am loyal to him as well. If I broke my loyalty to them, then I would be capible of breaking it to him as well." He said this softly, simply. Did Sidious even relize this? Perhaps in a way... but Anakin doubted the old man understood. Loyality to Sidious came at fear. Anakin's loyality mostly came from love. He did not fear his master... [03:25]
: Kyler looked back at Anakin after helping himself to a good bit of the burning liquid. "Yeah I dont think he got that memo..." He spat sarcastically. -He frowned a bit and licked at his lips. Where would the night take them? Kyler never would have thought that Anakin would be in his bed...but he had no choice. Kyler was too good deep down to ever be evil. Yes he killed, but they were strangers. He didnt know there background or there history. There for he felt nothing for them when he ended there lives. Just jobs...thats all the slaughtered souls ever were. -Kyler had a hidden agenda...a hidden loyalty for Anakin...maybe even actual feelings...Maybe it just depended on who you were and what you were. Anakin's feelings made him powerful. -Kyler's seemed to make him weak...He didn't want to hurt Anakin as Sidious did...Kyler knew all too well how horrible it was to be touched when you didnt desire it. [03:30]
: Kyler knew it far too well... and Anakin knew it not at all. "He is empty... only the dark side has him... I belive his master though did have love... and was blinded by his pupil. Perhaps it is the circle of things." Anakin closed his eyes, letting himself drop on the bed with his legs over the side. He wasn't tired, he'd gotten enough rest on the trip. He was trying to decide what he wanted to do. One thing he knew from long ago was... Sidious couldn't read his mind very well... couldn't dig anyway. Really he read surface emotions and strong images and happed to connect them together with uncanny skill. Anakin on the other hand, could read minds quiet deaply. And when he wanted to, he could easily shut off his mind from his master... at least, certian things anyway. And he was deciding on something hidden now. He wanted to marry Padme.. but... he knew the chancellor would never approve... [03:34]
: Watching Anakin lay back so carelessly, he couldn't help but smile. He grabbed the bottle of strong alcohol and returned to the bed. Sitting beside Anakin he leaned over him and looked down at him. "Do you really want him to hurt you?" He questioned quietly. -His blue eyes were lighter now, softer. They were usually much darker, clouded over with frustration...anger and hate. But now...here...things had changed. Even if it was for one night. [03:36]
: "If he wants to hurt me for failing to live up to his expectations, I will gladdly desire it." In truth, it was more of... for what he did to Obi-Wan. He had hurt his friend bad... even if the Jedi couldn't remember it now. He sighed, thumping his gloved fingers on the bed. He knew Kyler was next to him again. The voice, the scent of the other man, the light feel of heat... he didn't need his advanced senses to know. [03:41]
: Kyler reached out and lifted Anakin up by his shoulders. "Stop it! Are you crazy?" He looked down at him perplexed. "Your loyalty blinds you...you will glady desire pain? assault? a punishment for caring about people?" He dropped him and let him fall back on the bed. "Your supposed to be the smart one here." He shook his head a bit and drank some more of the alcohol. Kyler turned to look back down at Anakin. "..See I'm supposed to hurt you. You know this...I'm supposed to touch you...and feel you...claim you. An even more sick and twisted fantasy for him...for us to touch." He rubbed his eyes and groaned. "Dont think I cant do it...because I can..." He insisted. "But I'd rather make it better for you..." He brought the mouth of the bottle back to his lips and hesitated a moment, before drinking some more of it down. It was burning his throat and his chest. The heat was welcomed, usually he felt cold and lonely. [03:45]
: Anakin managed to roll onto his side. He fixed Kyler with a strange look, then he let out a long sigh. "Perhaps I am.." He said softly. Maybe he was insane. He was practicly split in terms of personality, though not quiet. Just aspects... he, Anakin Skywalker, felt it all... chose his path.. his actions. He couldn't split himself off from his 'dark' self.. from Vader... though he tried to from time to time. - He was smart, but Kyler simply did not understand how the Sith's mind worked. "If you desire it... then do it... I am not here for you to make it better for me. That gets us no where. He will know. You do relize that right? He will know." [03:53]
: Kyler turned back to face him. "I don't care..." He pushed Anakin over so that he was once more on his back. "Wake up." He stated firmly. "You said your love...your fairy tale...your dream..Wake up to me...just for a short while." He urged as he moved closer to him. His breath was hot against Anakin's lips. "I care for you..." He moved closer still. His clothed chest pressed down against Anakin's. His tone was strong and firm. Rational. He was torn at this chance. He wanted Anakin badly...but he didnt want to hurt him. It was something he couldn't do. -Kyler knew that Anakin loved Padme' he had heard it from his own lips...and heard it further more from his Master. But since that night the memory that was implanted in him long ago...of Anakin holding him, touching him...the kiss...he couldn't let go. [03:56]
: "If I were to.. wake up.. as you say... I would kill you... then Master would be very upset." Anakin said both calm and simple. It was not meant as a threat of any kind. It was the truth as he understood it. The Dark side... the destructive pleasure it wanted... he would have nothing to do but unleash his anger... his hate... everything. He might even destroy so many in the building... and only time would tell if he still knelt before his master or if he would destroy him as well. - Anakin had never meant for Kyler to get.. interested.. that way in him. He had thought the boy was going to die... or at the very least.. be taken appart. He had been giving him some compassion with an implanted memory. [04:05]
: Looking down at him the words pained him. His eyes darkened and he glared before laughing at tapping at Anakin's chest. "Kill the body not the soul." The tapping of his fingers against Anakin's chest, curled into a fist and he struck him once but not hard. He tapped his fist against his chest before clawing lightly at his skin. He lowered his head, enjoying the feel of Anakin. "We can't displease our Master...now can we?" His tone had changed drastically. Laced with anger and frustration. The pain of rejection. Kyler's mannerisms matched that of Anakin's very well and now he was mimicking his very voice. Another trick of the trade he had taught himself. -He rose from the bed and pulled Anakin up with him, he had a fist full of the 'slaves' hair and he marveled at the feel of being in control. "You will do as I say..." [04:09]
: Anakin wasn't sure what Kyler meant by 'kill the body not the soul'. Was he speaking of the young apprentice? It made him frown lightly, but he filed it away in the back of his head. He would puzzle it out later when he had time. For now, the bountyhunter was right... they couldn't displease their master. He'd given himself to Padme... he only desired Padme.. and had managed to stay pure for her. So it didn't matter now if someone was meant to use him for punishment. He wouldn't fight it. - Closing his eyes for a momment, he knew the pain that went through the other. It's not like he felt it... he just understood it. The poor boy was crazier then he was... perhaps because he wanted what he couldn't have. Love. - When his hair was pulled he thought for a momment about Obi-Wan grabbing him that way.. after he'd offered the Jedi his life... but this momment was different. It wasn't the same intimite your life might be over kind. It was the fierce... obey me kind. - His eyes opened and Anakin said simply, "Yes." [04:13]
: He released his grip on his hair but pulled him to stand. "This wont be as fun...since I dont possess such powers as you..." Kyler was still mimicking Anakin's voice. But his expression was firm and dark. Angry and hurt. Urged on by pain. -He stood before Anakin before striking him in the face. Once from the left, then twice from the right. Backing him up, pushing him, he grabbed him close and pulled Anakin's body towards his own. "I was wrong about you..." -Holding him in place he leaned forward and kissed him...savagely, with great dominance. [04:16]
: Anakin knew that Sidious was surely watching this on a holocom somewhere. Probably enjoying watching his student being used as a common slave boy. Well, might as well let him enjoy it. - Barely flinching, Anakin refused to get angry even as he was struck. He gritted his teeth together for a momment, feeling the sting... the flesh redening for a momment. Yes, this is what Sidious wanted... he could taste it. - Saying nothing, the Sith did wonder what Kyler was going on about.. but it didn't mater. He ungrit his teeth, offering no resistince to the mouth forcing itself onto his. [04:22]
: Kyler broke the kiss, but remained close looking him in the eyes...searching. "Thinking of Padme?" He questioned. "I bet it was beautiful..." He taunted as a finger touched lightly around Anakin's eye. "I bet you even cried tears of happiness..." His eyes watched his lingering finger, before flashing back to Anakin's. "Tears of joy?" Kyler laughed lightly and embraced Anakin, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. "...you whispered to her... I love you Padme..." A perfect match to Anakin's own voice. He smiled being this close to him. "Tell me about it." He instructed. "Tell me what it felt like to love her Anakin...then we'll play a game." [04:25]
: Anakin hadn't wished to speak of it, but he had no choice in the matter. This was his punishment after all. "I was not thinking of her just now... but it was beauitful. More then I ever dreamed it would be." Anakin's eye didn't move, even as Kyler whiped at the spots he most often cried from. "I cried for her... because it was a momment of oneness that few beings truely experience." The Sith grunted softly as he was pulled so close, feeling the heat wafting off of Kyler's body. "I love her... I made love to her after she accepted me... and it was something that cannot be described in words... cannot be described to that which does not know love." [04:29]
: He shook him a bit, pressing him closer to his body and arousal. "How girly..." Kylar shook his head and pulled away from Anakin but he took a hold of his hand. "I want to play a game...much like those I play with my Master..." He turned back to glare at Anakin. "Where did you fuck her?" He questioned hotly. -He was pained and he was determined to break down one of Anakin's wall. His power was the same as a weakness. His precious Padme. -Kyler envied her. He of course had always been interested in women...until he forced into a world of male submission. And now he was lusting...and he desired his slave. "Show me." He demanded. [04:33]
: "Impossible to show on a male." Anakin said simply. He really did not like this at all and was finding it harder to control his anger... the anger which liked to reach out and rattle the force.. to bend it to his will. Such is the way of the dark side. He wasn't insulted by being called 'girly' In a sense he was. He was sensitive, and enjoyed being so. He was in touch with his emotions... and the more he loved... the deaper he could hate. Each emotion, made him all the more powerful. If he felt nothing, he would be weak. If he was like how some thought men should be if he was to be called 'feminin' then they were truely weak. They knew nothing but phyiscal strength and emptyness. Anakin, though he might look fragile and might have serious mental pressure points, found his emotions to be the greatest source of strength one could hope for. He could do anything with such powerful emotions. Hell, he was still whole and not totally consumed by darkness simply because he loved... and felt... it was the most powerful emotion of all even if it could not be directly used by the dark side. [04:39]
: Kyler smiled and laughed a bit. "But we're playing a game...and I always get to be Anakin Skywalker." He smirked a bit as he pushed him forward. "Our parts differ from that as females...but that doesnt mean that a male can't play the part." -Turning Kyler removed his own shirt. His chest was still smooth and hairless. He resembled Anakin in more ways then one. Just how Sidious prefered it. In fact most of his clothing was tailored to be like Anakin's...Some times he even wore Anakin's clothing for his Master. His scent was strong...But Anakin didn't know this. -As he removed his shirt he glanced over at Anakin. "Take your damn gloves off..." He rolled his eyes with irritation. Everything was angering him. Everything. [04:41]
: Anakin did know more then they thought really. He was powerful when it came to reading minds. After all, he didn't devolope his mind flaying abiltiies from nothing. 'Games...' He pondered briefly, but understood fairly quick. Well, he'd let the boy have his fantasy. Kyler did not have his power... he was not strong with the force. He was just a tool.. a puppet made to dance with Sidious pulling the strings. The Sith was no fool, he knew that the chancellor had manipulated things for this momment. - Without hesitating, Anakin pulled off his black gloves, letting them drop to the floor. [04:52]
: He walked back over and sat at the end of his bed. He was shirtless now. His pants and boots remained. Looking towards Anakin he beckoned him over. "Come to me...and stop being so silent. Talk to me." He instructed firmly. His eyes were still dark and he was growing more frustrated. -Kyler held a blank expression. And he was fighting himself to not explode. To not freak out. He couldn't...It would make Anakin laugh. And he refused to be laughed at. He had tried to be nice...friendly and caring...and Anakin had rejected him again...He had Padme...Did he ever think of anyone but himself? No...all his actions some way benifited Anakin. -Kyler knew this...he needed Padme's love...he didn't desire it...he needed it. -He was selfish...Kyler glared at him. [04:56]
: Anakin moved to the bed, stepping close to Kyler. "What do you want me to say?" He asked softly. As far as he was concerned there was really nothing to talk about. Either Kyler was going to order him around or not. The waiting was quiet frustraiting for the Sith. He wanted to look around, to figure out where the security camerias were in here. Where their master was surely watching from. He didn't need his force sense for that. - But anakin kept his eyes focused... kept his mind alert. Kept himself from reading stray thoughts. He needed Padme, yes... he needed her to stay sane... or rather, as sane as he could be. Needed her to live... [05:04]
: Kyler leaned back a bit and smiled. His emotional state hadnt changed much, up and down, up and down. "I'm not as oblivious as you think...Nor weak...anger is a teaching tool all in it's self." He surprised Anakin by dimming the lights with his own will. "I'm not powerful at all...but I have been taught some things." He cocked his head to the side and smiled. "I can just easily tell you where they are..." He pointed to three different locations through out the room. "But he's not watching now..."He's at a meeting." He finished simply. "So...how should we do this?" Kyler narrowed his eyes on Anakin's form...thinking. "I could throw you around some more...or make it intimate...your body will react...it always happens...we could play a game...or...you can start it off..." He finished softly. [05:06]
: Anakin folded his arms across his chest on reflex. It was one of those manerisems that just don't go away very easily. "He will be watching in time.." Anakin commented, tilting his head back slightly till he reminded himself of just what he was doing there. -Lowering both his chin and his arms, he considered what Kyler was saying for a momment. "And that... is all up to you. I have no desires of my own in this matter." [05:11]
: "Yes I know you keep reminding me...You like to remind people of the obvious. I'm telling you that you DO have desires...so find them...and act on them." He instructed firmly. -With that he sat there waiting...rather impatiently..."Stop wasting time...stop being so cowardly...and give into the desires and pleasures of lust rather then love." Kyler added quickly. He arched his brows at Anakin's form and sat back a bit more. -In truth he he was never given the power or the choice...just as he had told Anakin long ago that he couldn't think for himself...he found it hard to do so now. [05:13]
: "Desire cannot be forced on someone. Just as you cannot force someone to love, no matter how you threaten them." Anakin's voice was smooth, and calm. He knew he might make Kyler angry but, he was just telling the truth. Stating what SHOULD be obvious. Anakin had no real desire.. not for anything beyond Padme... and the empire he was helping to construct. The Peace and stabilitty it would bring. Where the emperor would force the senate to agree. To make them do what should be done. [05:18]
: He rose from the bed. "Then go back to your Master's chambers and wait there...he'll degrade you in ways you cant imagine." Kyler pointed past Anakin, and turned angrily. Furiously he threw him to the floor. Kyler moved his hands about trying to calm himself. He then went on a rampage, throwing things and breaking them. Furious. "You are supposed to do as I say!" He yelled angrily. "But instead your still acting like your better then me...above me...refusing to SINK down to me. Because I'm filth...I'm not worthy. I'm a prostitue in fine clothes!" Kyler walked over to a wall and punched it over and over until his knuckles cracked and his hand was bleeding, but the pain that he felt he welcomed. [11:31]
: "As you wish." Anakin didn't even react as he fell, he just caught himslef by his hands and pushed himself back up. Kyler had issues... and he couldn't solve any of them. At least not while he was forbidden to use his powers. It was a bit frustraiting for him, but he also couldn't dredge up too much sympathy for the Bounty Hunter. - Ignoring his words, he headed for the door knowing Kyler might try to stop him. Well, that was his right at the momment, but for now.. he was doing what he was told. If the boy wanted him to go back to their master's chambers and wait, he would. He didn't even gather up his clothes as he started out, moving without a shirt or gloves.. his pants undone but boots still on. [11:41]
: Kyler turned and saw Anakin attempting to live. His face was red with anger and his hand was numb. It would hurt later, but he'd live. Breathing deeply he beat Anakin to the door. "No no no no no no." He didn't sound as if he were mentally stable. His fury and frustrations were blinding him. And he was enraged, furious but deep down just plain hurt. "Run run hide...always hiding." He was speaking of nothing. Perhaps he had truly gone insane. "I hate you." He stated with accusation. "I hate you SO much..." He shook his head and sneered at Anakin. "I dont care anymore...fuck you and your love...fuck you and your desires." -He stood before him, his mouth parted and gasping. Swallowing he pressed his lips together. "Get back on the bed...and take off your clothes." He finished finally. The anger and hate was strong and flowing through him...consuming him like never before. [11:44]
: Such powerful hate and anger, it was almost amusing. Perhaps Anakin would find time to laugh about it later. For now though, he was caught in the situation. He managed just barely to restrain himself from grabbing Kyler about the neck and squeezing when the boy began swearing at him. It would have been satisifying to hear bones breaking but, it would accomplish nothing. He had his orders... he was to serve this one for the night. So, turning from the seemingly insane youth, he headed back to the bed without a word and finished undressing. There was nothing sensual or fun about it as it had been with Padme. No teasing, no love, nothing. He was just naked and at the bounty-hunter's mercy. [11:49]
: He quickly followed him over to the bed. His glare was set and he pushed Anakin onto his back. Kyler was hot with rage as well as desire. He would enjoy himself...for once...He might just leave a mark. He laid next to Anakin, propping his head up with his injured hand he flinched a bit. With his free hand he slowly began moving his fingers up and down Anakin's torso. His fingers danced upon his skin and his hand sank lower and lower on Anakin's body. Kyler fixiated his eye's on Anakin's face as he began to touch and explore his 'slave's' body... [11:55]
: Anakin could be considerd perfect... he was beautiful to look at... smooth skinned, almost hairless except the lovely short mane on his head of wavey gold. His muscles were tight on his body leaving it with a rather effeminent look rather then a barrel-chested overly masculen one. Just everything about him... even the marks on his body which were flat.. just slight discolering of old scars.. seemed to higheten this. - Anakin closed his eyes. He knew he might get hurt, but that would not be his problem. In time, he would repay any treatment he really did not like.... [12:00]
: Kyler moved closer to him, and spoke just near his ear. "Keep your eyes open..." His breath was hot against Anakin's ear. And his tone had returned to normal. Soft...almost caring. -The boy was beyond the help of anyone or anything. He had been abused for far too long. And he never seemed to escape his misery. He could hide from it and even pretend that his pain didnt exist, but only one person ever knew his ultimate pain. The one person that had forced there way into his mind...Laughed at him...choked him...forced him to the floor...toyed with him...without caring about the possible consequences it would have on the bounty hunter. -His hand continued to touch and move gentely down Anakin's inner thigh. Working on exciting his body... [12:03]
: Anakin slid his eyes open... a strange look in him. Perhaps it was just disturbing him, the changes in Kyler's voice and manor. The boy was crazy... and Anakin could do nothing... or rather, would do nothing. - He had done enough to him already... but he hadn't shattered the boy's mind as promised.. he didn't have the chance... his momment of mercy... of trying to give him something pleasent, had taken too much time. But he still had torn open the fabric of Kyler's secrets... of his pains... and forced him to relive it. Anakin was wicked... evil... even if at times he was a good person. [12:12]
: His touch became a little more persistant, and he moved his hand up Anakin's chest. "Interesting..." He commented. He sat up a bit and then sunk down Anakin's body. Recalling the implanted memormy Kyler made his way towards the soft muscle of Anakin's inner thigh. He kissed at the spot softly...tenderly. Gentley. -It was coming back to him, and it unnerved him...He couldnt get past the pain and the memories in his mind. But he pushed back the voices and the laughter. Just for a little while longer..."I...realized something..." He kissed Anakin's inner thigh once more before bring his hand to grasp Anakin's most secret part. Kyler breathed deeply and he smiled. "You can remain silent...I dont care...I can talk...I can tell you how I feel...and you cant do anything about it..." He looked down at Anakin's lower half. "Not that you would...but I dont hate you...I hate myself." He laughed a bit as his hand continued to bring life to the flesh he held. "As I said...I care for you." He licked his lips, before envoloping the Sith Lord's manhood into his mouth. Hot and heated... [12:19]
: Funny how Anakin couldn't say the same. It was almost pittiful, but as in their first meeting, the Sith lord couldn't drum up a single ounce of pitty. If the tables were turned he would probably be squeezing Kyler's neck... something he was quiet good at doing... something he oddly enjoyed doing. Perhaps it was the way they struggled... the fear in their eyes. - The hand against his skin did nothing to move his heart, but his body accepted it. It reacted favorally even as the words fell on deaf ears. Yes, Anakin would stay silence... or at least, as silent as he could. his eyes went cold as he felt the fingers around something he hadn't let others touch... something that was his.. and offered only to Padme. But well, he belonged to his master... so that meant all of him. And if his master wanted to see this boy do what he wished to him, then so be it. - Anakin's eyes rolled, feeling that hot and moist mouth take him in. The body acts against the mind, even here... hardening under the 'pleasent' action. [12:47]
: Kyler worked Anakin's manhood like that of a professional...which he was...Years of experience in pleasing others. He used his tongue and dug his fingers into the soft flesh just near Anakin's waist. Kyler hummed a bit to further create a pleasent sensation. He pulled away from Anakin's lower half and moved up his torso, leaving a trail of soft kisses along his body. When he got to his lips he smiled. "You are beautiful..." He whispered softly. "Even as the darkness beckons you..." -Brushing some of Anakin's golden locks back he sighed. It was hard to be cold and cruel...when he was attempting to bring himself some comfort. "..do you hate me? ..." He cocked his head to side as he looked down at him. Kyler felt his heart pound and instead he pressed his lips to Anakin's, he kissed him softly...deeply...trying desperately to make the moment better for both... [13:01]
: Beauty... power... strength... Anakin had all of this. He even had a pleasing scent and taste to his body. Kyler finnaly had him and yet the youth was acting from his heart and not from any of his own pleasures. So strange and yet, it's something the Sith should have known all too well. He was also like that.. but then, he wouldn't have been in this position had their places been reversed, as once they had been. - "No... I do not hate you." He said softly. His eyes were closed again, feeling the darkness curl around him. It was beautiful in it's own way... seductive... yearning for him. He wanted to go to it... wanted to let it wash over him... but even as Kyler touched him.. even as the other man kissed him, Padme came to mind... she ketp him locked here. [13:08]
: A release better then any orgasmic climax. To hear that someone didn't hate him. He nearly shuttered. Kyler's head dropped to rest against Anakin's chest, and he sighed deeply. His body came to rest atop Anakin's and he paused from his intimate actions. His injured hand laid to the side, swollen and aching. The other hand had curled up and was just near Kyler's face...atop Anakin's chest. -The boy didnt know where to go from here. He was lost. As always...He knew that Sidious would hurt Anakin...possibly bring them both before him and instruct orders. For some reason he just wanted to spair him the pain and humiliation of being forcefully violated. -And now he couldnt bring himself to advance any further...He didnt know if he should... [13:12]
: Anakin sighed softly. Kyler was lost... he knew it. The boy shouldn't be concerned with him at all. What was to happen would happen, and he would allow and accept it. "You shouldn't worry about me.." He said softly, not sure why he was speaking to him. "I am not worth it... I chose my path long ago... I knew the risks.. I allow it." His compassion was back, in it's own way. Telling Kyler to do what he wanted and not worry about it. But he wasn't sure the bounty-hunter would understand. It was sad, and again he wanted to break out with his power... pull some of Kyler's bad memories... install new ones... but it was forbidden... he couldn't do anything but lay there. [13:21]
: He frowned and pulled back to sit. "I cant hurt you..." Kyler almost sounded ashamed...embarrassed that he was so weak. His glare was gone as well as his anger. "My...anger I cant control it when it comes...If I said anything before..." He was trying to apologize. He knew that he had hit him a few times. It probably hadn't hurt him at all...But it had hurt Kyler. He didnt want to become what he feared and loathed. A brutal being that took without asking. He had tried. Lord how he had tried, he had tasted the sweetness that was Anakin. And on top of that he didnt push him or hurt him further...Which had shocked Kyler. The boy had asked this question to others... 'Do you hate me?' To be met with horrible answers. A painful one he had expected from Anakin...he was certain he would spit out that he didnt matter at all...that he could careless. And now here he was weakened again. "Be with me..." He urged suddenly as he took a hold of Anakin's hand, he looked him in the eyes pleading. [13:30]
: "I am yours to do with for the night... but I know what you are asking.. and that is not something that can be given through orders... you can't even force someone's memories into it. The heart is untouchable. It can be confused but... true love... can never be." Anakin looked up at him then, his hand in Kyler's. Yes, he could not give Kyler love... only his body... if the youth wanted that. And it still would not be willing beyond the willingness to comply with his master's wishes. - He did not hate him. It was odd but he didn't. He was pittiable... and he was a slave to Sidious... as everyone else was even if they didn't know it yet. [13:44]
: Kyler heaved a small sigh and for a moment he just held Anakin's hand. Thinking...wondering...aching...Looking towards him he released his hand and then laid back on the bed. "..Be with me." He urged once more. "You dont know what its like to be touched in a fury of rage or lust for desire...it will burn you...your Padme will question you...it will change you...he wants to see you interact...to be active. If your with me...You have a form of control..." He stared up at the ceiling. Kyler couldnt believe what he was saying. "I'm trying to help you...and you cant see it or understand it...close your eyes...dont look at me...I'll be quiet." He offered as he looked over at him. The bed was rather large, and they easily laid side by side. "My touches were kind...even if you hated them...our Master will not be so generous...he'll leave marks...and your Padme will wonder why you walk with a limp." He finished quietly, as his gaze returned to the ceiling. His voice was soft and he looked suddenly very tired...And perhaps he was...worn out and exhausted with being so open. [13:49]
: "She'll ask... but love beats through things. I will help her to understand." Anakin turned to look at him now, not sure what Kyler was asking really. So he had to ask. "What do you want me to do?" His voice was soft, tender, and complient. It was hard to explain that there was no conrol. Not for them anyway. It was all proccding according to the wishes of Lord Sidious. He was in control here. If Anakin was, he would put Kyler out of his missery before heading off to be with Padme. If he was in control, he would not be here now. The touches did not interest him... hell, he didn't even need to touch Padme when it came down to love. [13:54]
: Kyler draped his right arm over his own face. Hiding his sad and pained expression. Yes, Anakin couldnt help but rub in his face that had love with someone...and how wonderful it was. "Bed me..." He offered in an exasperated tone. He sighed deeply and his chest expanded to take in a breath of fresh air. "Get on top of me..and you'll figure it out..." He finished quietly as he laid back more. His pants were still on, as well as his boots. Still basically dressed...which would present a problem. None the less, he wouldnt take Anakin in the way that Sidious wanted...instead he'd rather it be the other way around... [14:00]
: And as Anakin had to obey him, he would do only what he was told. He knew it too though... but it wouldn't matter. Sidious would do what he wanted regardless. It didn't matter what the two of them did... the old man would have them if he so desired. - Climbing over Kyler, strattling his legs still naked and arroused. Yes, he could give him the physical.. he could learn how. Not that hard of a thing. It was by instinct... and besides, he had seen it in Kyler's mind.. though in pained ways. He understood. Still, it wasn't his want.. even as he started pulling at what remained of the bounty-hunter's clothing.. determined to get this over with. [14:06]
: The silence was deafening. And this would certainly be a night to remember. The oddest exchange of the physical had would ever experience. It was far from his fantasy...but at least he wasnt being beat, or insulted. His arm remained stead fast over his face. He knew Anakin didnt want him...desire him. That caused more then just humiliation. So he hid his face as Anakin moved to undress him. Kyler how ever was no longer aroused. -His odd jumble of emotions had taken that from him. And now just as Anakin, he was wishing that the hours would pass by quickly. [14:10]
: There was nothing pasionate about the Sith as he looked over Kyler's body. Or even when he moved between the other's legs. It was just 'orders' nothing more. Orders that could be stopped.. changed... ones that Ani was only carrying out because he had to. It was his duty. - He had no wish to speak... nothing about him wanted to undo the silence that filled the room. It was disgusting in a way... how Sidious played them, but oddly Kyler seemed to be taking it harder then he was. Could it be, that the bounty-Hunter was being punished himself? [14:15]
: Kyler struggled to remain calm, breathing deeply and relaxing. Tears came to his eyes and hated himself even more for still feeling. After all these years his heart still worked...still beat...still ached. His swollen hand formed a fist in the blankets. And he closed his eyes, allowing the tears to fall free. Above it all he still remained silent. -His mind raced, and he tried desperately to find a happy moment. Something to hold on to. Just as he had so many years ago, when he was first burdened with a man's weight atop him. -He saw himself...very young...seven...that was the begining of his end...It was sad, he had no happy thoughts. Even when he had killed his Step Father he had no joy. Just guilt...as much as the man hurt him...he loved him because he was all that he had...-Back to reality he was ready and waiting... [14:17]
: And Anakin just looked down at him. 'Sidious really is evil... I'm sure he planned this..' He thought bitterly. He was sure he knew what kind of conflict this would create in the bounty-hunter. The sadness... The Chancellor was not stupid. He had to know. "What did you do?" Anakin asked softly, still tucked between the other's legs. His fingers rested on Kyler's thighs... just watching him. He could feel it even as he tried to turn off his gifts. Could feel the heart ache in the man... that this was not pleasure for him at all. It was just... another form of pain. [14:24]
: He grew tense at the question and he swallowed down his emotions in an attempt to hide them. "He wanted to sterilize you...he's afraid Padme will blind you and take you from him...I spoke up without permission." It wasn't anything horrible or brutal. But he had betrayed his Master by disagreeing with his thoughts. -Thats when Sidious had discovered his loyalty...realized his loyalty...understood truly and entirely what had happened that night when he barged in and dragged him off. -Kyler's brows form confusion, and he didn't understand why Anakin wasn't pushing forward...why he was questioning him now. He moved his arm and finally revealed his sad eyes to look at him with question. [14:28]
: "His fear will be his undooing if he does not get a hand on it. Surely he must see it... I can feel it from time to time... and find ways of 'warning' him about it. I am his loyal servent... but... Padme came first... I gave her my heart long ago. And if it came between her and him... there is only one way to chose regardless of what it costs. I do not wish to see it happen. So I do what I must to prevent it.. including accepting horrible punishments." Anakin still did not move... he was waiting.. to find out if this was what Kyler really wanted. The boy being punished or not, Anakin was still dealing with his own and had to follow orders. [14:33]
: He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. "Stop...I know...yes yes you love HER...why do you keep telling me this?!" Kyler shook his head again and his face was pained. ~I'm so weak...I'm so pathetic.~ He thought to himself. He looked up at Anakin, "I've never been above anyone...dont make me give you step by step instructions...this is what he wants...disgust for you and torment for me." -He pressed his lips together and frowned deeply. This was horrible...completely horrible...Anakin was just adding to his pain, by beating into his brain that love EXISTED...that it was real...but forbidden to find Kyler. [14:35]
: "I know." Now the pitty was coming for this poor creature bellow him. Vast pitty... he should have broken his mind long ago.. twisted it when he was still learning how... and put him in a place where he couldn't be truly hurt. Yes, he should have.. but he hadn't.. and he couldn't now. "But I am afraid.. this is how the game is played. How our master wants it... and who are we to resist his wishes? I know I cannot... can you?" [14:39]
: Kyler, swung his legs over and turned so that he was on all fours. "Here...now you cant look at me..." He offered as he lowered his head and waited. He was tired of talking. Tired of the useless and effortless conversation and debate that was just waisting time. Causing time to drag on...He winced when he placed his weight on his injured hand, and he berated himself for losing his temper earlier. Kyler continued to lift his hand up and attempt to place it upn the mattress, it hurt too much though. He had definately fractured it...if he hadnt broken it. Sighing, he folded his arm under himself and attempted to stableize his body with his legs and good arm. -What could Anakin talk about now...? Hopefully not politics. [14:51]
: Anakin sighed. He thought about not doing anything at all... but... he was just a puppet himself. He danced for his master. And this is what his master wanted.. had wanted for years. And the last barrier between himself doing this and not, was gone. He had saved himself for Padme.. She had been his first... and he hers. Nothing could ever strip that from them. Not even this. - So to please his master, he did it... he put his hands apon Kyler's back and slid into the battered boy. The mouth had done it's job... had gotten him arroused. If not for that he would have been physically unable. [14:55]
: His back arched a bit and he tensed up for a breif moment. Kyler then looked forward, his skin crawled. And his heart hurt so bad he felt sure that he was on the verge of suffering a stroke or heart attack. It was amazing how the heart was a vital organ. And yet it did feel, it could beat spuraticly, it could change its pumping. It could squeeze...expand...and contract. Remind someone that they were still very much alive. Yes his heart hurt. And he found himself to be in a position he was always in. Submitting and allowing...all the while hating and despising himself...The tears came quickly, but he stayed quiet. [14:59]
: Sidious wanted it... he was in control.. as he always was... using his toys on one another. Finnaly even getting anakin to do as he wanted. What fun the old man must have had, watching his apprentice mount the weak-minded bounty-hunter that resembled him in a way. There was no pleasure in it for the toys... --- Anakin felt nothing, not on the inside. His body felt it, and he let it take over... let it guide him... to move in and out of the other. It was nothing like Padme... there was no love here. And Kyler seemed upset about it dispite what he had ordered. [00:19]
: Kyler's body lurched forward several times and he flinched at the feel of Anakin. And soon enough his own body began to react. He gritted his teeth and tried to stay silent. He felt...dirty...he had been violated many times before. He had never been with anyone willingly...except for now. -And it was horribly uncomfortable. He wasnt being beat, degraded, or called by another name. Instead there was silence with the occasional squeak of the bed. -His emotions and memories were tearing him up on the inside. Questions that needed answers were burning him. And the hatered for Sidious was swelling. What did he ever do that awarded him such a life of pain and misery. This moment would make there Master happy. Yes, Sidious would be pleased... [00:23]
: Quiet pleased... Anakin was doing as he was told and taking Kyler. Not that there was any actual lust behind it. Not that Anakin wanted to beyond the idea of pleasing his master... but he was putting on quiet the show none the less. Quiet, even avoiding the grunting that such exhersion could cause, with his hands gripping the other's hips hard to keep himself righted as he used him. No pleasure for either of them... just uncomfortable silence... and degrading.... punishment for them both. [00:28]
: His head was hanging and his body was hot to the touch. Affected by the physical, alive now because of Anakin. But his insides twisted and ached. Gasping he had to break the silence. This moment would haunt him if he survived much longer. Looking over his shoulder at Anakin he grimaced and breathed deeply. "..hurt me..." He instructed quietly. It was obvious in his voice that he didn't mean what he said. But he said it none the less. He looked at Anakin a moment. Admired his strength and determination...is loyalty and love for another. And it pained him. [00:34]
: "I already am.." He said softly. He knew he was hurting Kyler.. maybe not physically.. but inside most certianly. But really, it was Sidious doing it. Just not HIS body this time. Not his words. But his actions all the same. - He sped up, gritting his teeth as he felt his body building towards climax. The male body didn't need much for release if it was aiming for it. Just friction really. But his heart needed the love.. and his soul the pleasures and not simply the motions of it. This hurt him too... inside. [00:40]
: And this was true. But Kyler felt that it would be easier to get by, easier to forget if Anakin were to beat him senseless. Throw him around, choke him and insult him. -His shoulders sagged when Anakin spoke. -He closed his eyes, slowly and felt the pain swallow him whole. His head hung low and he waited for Anakin's release. Kyler's own body was just starting to come to life, but that wasn't important it didnt make any difference. Just like Sidious...Anakin would peek and be done with him. Of course he couldnt leave until morning...The night was still young, but Kyler felt sure that it would be an agony of silence. He gasped when Anakin quickened his pace, and his breathing deepened. Other then that he forced himself to stay quiet. [00:48]
: Anakin gripped tighter as his body shuddered. He let loose into him.. but unlike with Padme.. it almost stung. There was nothing wonderful about it. He did grunt loudly though this time, unable to help himself. - Releasing his grip, he stayed where he was for several momments. It would be up to Kyler what happend next of course... whatever the young bounty-hunter wanted of him, it would be his. Idely he wondered if their master was going to enter and 'get in' on the action here. Was Sidious still in a meeting? He'd been forced to turn off his normal location sense.. so didn't know where his master was at that momment. [01:00]
: It did sting...It cut him. Filled his emptyness with more pain. Why didn't anyone want him? Why was he good for nothing but abuse? Why couldnt he escape his never ending nightmare and be happy? Why? The questions shook him, rattled him. Sidious would remind him of how weak he was later. Kyler swallowed and waited a moment. His breathing was deep, but his entire being was sad. -Hesitant at first he pulled forward and moved away from Anakin...seperating the two of them. -He then chose a side of the bed and collapsed. His back remained to Anakin, and he said nothing...If he attempted to speak, he'd break again. He might he even shatter. [01:13]
: The doors parted and Sidious stood before the doors. He smiled happily and then slowly decended the five steps that led down to the bedroom. The doors closed behind him and he broke the silence by clapping loudly. -Each clap caused Kyler to flinch. But he didn't move from his spot. Sidious grinned from ear to ear as he walked closer to the bed. "Well?" He questioned as he took in Anakin's glorious form. He was beautiful. Sidious would go so far as to say he was exquisite. But compliments were over rated. He stood at the end of the bed, looking Anakin over. His eyes flashed towards Kyler's still form for a moment. But right now he was interested in Anakin. [01:14]
: Anakin sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking down at himself. His body was tingling and he felt incredible disgust. 'Padme, forgive me..' He thought to himself. He tried to picture her, sitting at the lake house on Naboo. Waiting for him.. wondering why he hadn't come back yet... perhaps... thinking he might be hurt. He didn't want to be worrying her, but, he couldn't contact her, not yet. - Frowning again, he suddenly relized that just because he attacked the sepertists didn't mean that the assassin didn't get away and go looking for her. It was possible SHE was still in danger too. --- All of this he thought before Sidious entered... which caused him to sit up completely, hands in his lap. He felt a shiver going through his spine before he lowered his eyes as a sign of respect. Yes... their master had finnaly come. [01:20]
: Sidious frowned at the silence he was met with. "Well?!" He questioned once more. He rounded the bed and grabbed Kyler's hair, he twisted the boys head back to face Anakin. "Wasn't he wonderful?...over worked perhaps but he does the body good." -Kyler flinched at the words as well as the touch. Sidious held a strong grip on his hair and he seemed to be petting his cheek. -Sidious was petting Kyler, as if he were a pet. Which in his mind he was. "However the show was rather disapointing...." His tone was sounding sarcastic. Speaking to the both of them as if they were children. "Perhaps we should try again?" He raised his eyebrows and sneered at Anakin. ~Still thinking of love? ...Love makes you weak...dont you see this body before me?~ Kyler had a distant look about him, his eyes were open but they werent focused. ~He loves you Vader...isnt that funny? He loves you...its sick...its foolish...its made him weak...before that night he was strong with hate and pain...he's made it this long because of what YOU did.~ [01:30]
: "I took no pleasure from it." Anakin said softly, lifting his eyes towards his master. His voice was calm and collected... there was no defience... no wit... not even submission. It was just honest. He tried not to look at Kyler... how the boy was being harmed. It was almost sickening. He could feel his stomach turning inside of him. --- ~Master... I do not lust for his body... and I know he loves me. It is quiet silly... but still, he's alive at all because of the same emotion is he not? It is a double edged blade.. of both strength and weakness my lord~ He knew it might be a bit, disturbing, to be talking back to his master in a way. He might be punished for it.. but he was prepaired. [01:40]
: He nodded and turned Kyler's head to look up at him. "He doesnt lust your body...you sicken him." Sidious sneered down at the boy. His grip was still tight and he was stealing into his soul looking him in the eyes. "He knows you love him...he thinks its silly...he cares not at all for you...he cares for others...but not you." Kyler was fighting the emotions that were screaming to get out. -Sidious began laughing loudly. He shook his head and patted the boys face. "He's a good slave Anakin...he's very good at what he does..." -Sidious looked towards Anakin and smiled, with a light sigh he released Kyler onto the bed. ~Perhaps you would have enjoyed taking the body of Padme before me? ...I'm sure you couldnt brave that intimate setting...I wish to see you...before me...Love makes you weak dont fight me on it...love is just a word that people crave~ He rose from the bed and beckoned Kyler to follow him. -The young man that had returned to the mentality of a small child followed him. With heartache and pain. "Tell him." Sidious stated with no amusement. He folded his arms over his chest, and with his force powers he pushed Kyler to kneel down before Anakin. -But Kyler said nothing. Sidious leaned forward a bit, surprised that this youth would defy him. "Tell him NOW..." He commanded angrily. Kyler shook his head no, refusing. "Ahh this is stupid." He choked the boy and smiled and laughed as he watched him struggle for breath. "Tell himmm..." He warned in a sing song voice. -Kyler moved to speak, his words coming out in a gasp as he closed his eyes. "I..love.you." He managed before breaking into a fit of coughing and gasping. Sidious released his old and smiled wickedly. He slap patted Anakin's bare shoulder and grinned. ~Weak...Isnt this fun? ...His pain is so beautiful...I never want to lose it.~ [01:52]
: "I do not love you.." Anakin replied softly. Truth could hurt... but he didn't hate the boy either. Didn't want to hurt him, not now. But he was all the same. It was his nature to cause pain... to make others hurt. Perhaps simply as a Sith.. or perhaps it was something born in him but not known when he was a small boy. He was wicked... evil... but he had a heart. He couldn't change what it felt. Who it felt for, or who it didn't care for. The heart wasn't something you could control... only destroy. The Dark Side could consume it with what was left of his soul... and then, he would be nothing more then the power of Sidious's will made flesh. --- Anakin looked up at his master, sighing softly. ~No master, I would not have enjoyed it. I would do it if you wish, but enjoyment is not something that can be forced.~ The Sith was more honest then most were, but that was good considering that Sidious was his master. He didn't lie to his master. Couldn't. [02:01]
: Sidious threw his head back and sighed deeply, inhaling...he held his arms out and twirled slowly. ~Can you feel it? Pain is beauty~ He looked down at Kyler the boy was looking to the floor, his body shaking as if traumatized. "Yes..." He breathed out slowly. His voice hard and raspy. Sidious turned to look at Anakin. "No I can not force feelings...nor enjoyment. But I know you lust for pain...that is pleasure to you." -Yes, Padme would be traumatized if she were to know how cruel Anakin could be when at the side of Sidious. -Hell she would be even more shocked to know how evil and sadistic he could be without the old man. Killing Dorme and the poor girl Cor'id...yet not having the kindness to end the life of a constantly tortured soul. -Sidious stepped back from the bed, he was still fully dressed and he would remain so...Right now he wanted pain. "You suffered for Obi-Wan...by tearing him apart...The Jedi should have been destroyed." He finished with a groan. Sighing he used his force powers to bring a chair forward, he then sat down slowly. "Take the boy before me...facing each other...it will distress him greatly...and it will be all that I require...then you may sleep peacefully." Sidious finished with a sarcastic grin. [02:17]
: Anakin lowered his eyes again. Yes, the pain was beautiful... he found himself wanting it... wanting to slip into his dark self and soak it up. So why wasn't he? Because he was feeling pitty for Kyler.. Even though he knew he shouldn't. Hell, he hadn't earlier so what had changed? Why did he pitty the boy now? And if he did pitty him, why did he leave him alive? It would be so simple to squeeze the boy's throat... even Sidious wouldn't be able to stop him. However, he knew the chancellor would not be fond of it.. or even if he would be.. he would punish Anakin all the same. --- "I do enjoy pain master.." He wouldn't deny it, he just didn't understand it. And he knew, Padme would hate him for it... or he was sure of that. He wished he could trust in her accepting his mind but.. she was such a good person she might not be able to. --- Slipping down to the floor he thought about Obi-Wan. The man had suffered too but no longer remembered. But he, he'd hurt so much for it. He'd hated it. Hated hurting him.. stripping parts of his memory away.. lieing to him. Decite was not his way.. even if it was the way of the Sith. And he couldn't have killed his friend either. --- Looking across at Kyler he asked, "How do you wish me to, My master?" [02:24]
: "On the bed here...facing one another...make it intimate." He stated in a matter of fact tone. Sidious could taste the pain and fear in Kyler and it was reviving all of his senses. He gripped at the sides of his chair and breathed deeply. Prepared for a beautiful show. -Kyler on the other hand, had plans of his own. He was struggling to pull his pants on, his injured hand slowed down the process. "No..I did what you asked." He called out to Sidious. Kyler couldnt take another assault. He knew he couldnt, it wouldnt be physical it would be his heart. -Sidious held his hand up in an attempt to silence him. ~Pay him no mind Vader...please me not him.~ -Kyler knew what was to come and he had to resist, even if it meant death. He ran through his chambers, knowing there was a secret elevator in the back for when Sidious wished to disapear quickly. -Sidious laughed loudly already impressed. "This will be fun." He looked towards Anakin and nodded. "You have your orders..." [02:31]
: Anakin stood up, resisting the urge to sigh. Kyler had really done it this time... and he'd have to hurt him. "Yes, Master..." He said simply, turning his back on his master as he watched Kyler try to flee. ~I will please you... that is who I am...~ He thought at him. He was moving swiftly after the youth, shaking his head a bit as he started to let the darkness in. Not the power, Sidious hadn't authorised that beyond the telepathy... but he let it in. The love of the hunt... the anticipation of the fear and pain that would be caused... the monster fed on it. Loved it so much. "Don't defy him." Anakin called after the bounty-Hunter, "It will only make it that much worse on you." [02:38]
: His hands shook terribly as he tried to work the code for the elevator. The shaking of his hands matched that of his body. Kyler turned a bit as he heard Anakin call out to him. He screwed up the code again, he needed to be quick. Death he could take, gladly willingly. But he couldnt bare the thought of being touched again by someone that didnt care. More importantly someone he found himself caring for...Kyler knew he would freak, break and shatter. Cause a horrible scene and fight it. He had to. -Sidious on the other hand was completely amused. Sick and twisted. He knew the dark side was beckoning his young apprentice. And now he would see him, at his most beautiful point. Angry...Violent and physical with another...desires of pain that would become lust. A fun game for the Sith Lord. He worshipped it. The lights were already dim, for an intimate and more private setting. ~Dont kill him...and dont hurt him so bad that he cant talk...I want to hear his pain.~ [02:43]
: ~As you wish~ The Sith lord knew what had to be done. He came up behind Kyler, shaking his head again. "You are only making things worse. Come... and I won't hurt you any more then I have to." Compassion was leaving.. pitty was leaving... being replaced by the desire to cause pain... by the desire to squeeze his neck... to toss him around like a rag doll. But he had only his hands to use. So he reached out with his right hand, reaching for Kyler's shoulder as the bounty-hunter worked feverishly on the code. "Make your choice... come willingly.. or be dragged back to our Master's feet where you belong." his voice was deapening, becoming darker as he loomed behind the younger man. [02:49]
: He kept his back to Anakin and he shook his head no. He couldnt go back, he just couldnt. "No..." He turned to face him and he shook his head no yet again. "I dont wanna die here...not like this...I'll die." He backed away from him. Ready to fight him if he had to. Kyler wanted death but not pain beyond pain. Anakin had raped his mind before...now he would rape his heart. -He knew he was in trouble, felt it, sensed it and saw it coming. But he had to try. No one else would fight for him. He only had himself. [02:55]
: "If you die... it will be at his will..." Anakin told him, pulling at Kyler's shoulder to try and turn him around so that they faced one another. His eyes had darkened, he was becoming Vader again. The transission was easy.. the eyes told it all.. the fierce yellow. "He does not wish you dead... He only wishes to see us..." His voice was no longer gentle. It was hard... cold even. And those eyes... the evil they spoke of. It was almost soul shattering. [03:01]
: Kyler pulled back and shoved him back. "Dont touch me!" He spat with accusation. He was prepared for pain, if he pushed him. Perhaps Anakin would lose his temper and kill him. A release from his hell. His bottom lip quivered and he was blinded by the hot tears that formed in his eyes. Kyler had seen Anakin's eyes the frightening look that he had given him. "You will not touch me!" He yelled once more, shocking himself that he had yelled so loudly. Frightened by himself and the possible retaliation of Anakin he brought his hand up to cover his own mouth, as he backed into the closed doors of the elevator. He sunk down and crouched there shaking. Breaking... -Sidious had heard Kyler's yell from where he sat. This merely caused the old Sith Lord to cackle and break into a hytseria of laughter. [03:05]
: Vader's hand shot out even as he was pushed. He didn't use his force powers... instead... he gripped his neck by hand, squeezing the windpipe. "I will touch you if it pleases my master.." Vader's icey tone replied, dragging him backwards away from the elevator. He could easily kill him like this... strangle him as he had others. Such a thrill it gave him to see the terror in his victom's eyes... to see the blood rush as they hemrigged. Of course, this was more hands on then most. - A small grin came to his face, leaving Anakin's normal compassion behind. He couldn't feel it any more.. not through the darkness that was pushing around his heart. The darkness brought pleasure to him. Intense pleasure... pleasure that was beginning to arrouse him as he pulled Kyler into the main room. [03:10]
: Sidious could feel the change in Anakin. His beloved pupil would return as Vader. This pleased him beyond description. As he watched Vader enter with the struggling youth, he found himself to be anticipating what was to come. ~Good Vader...~ He praised silently. He was sitting comfortably in his chair, waiting, watching....excited to see and feel the pain. This was a moment that he would treasure. Years of pining and lusting had boiled down to this moment. Where his fantasy would be played out before him. He knew the pleasures of Kyler's body...just as he was familiar with the boy's pain. -Kyler tried to break the grip that Vader had on his neck, and he coughed and choked as he struggled. He couldnt form proper words but he was trying. Swearing, and crying, hating and aching... [03:14]
: Vader threw him on the floor at Sidious's feet, his hands going for Kyler's pants. He couldn't do what his master wanted after all if Kyler's pants were still on. He made short work of them, leaving them in shreads along the floor. ~Thank you, Master~ He pushed Kyler against the floor, kneeling at his side. "Is this how you want it, Master?" Vader asked, a hand moving across Kyler's inner thigh. He could feel the hate in the boy... the horrible pain... it was so beautiful. He couldn't see anything but the beauty of it now. His master had pulled it out of him. Had forced him to look at his inner self and release it. [03:20]
: "Yes, yes..." He encouraged in a tone that held no feeling. The Sith Lord's own eyes had changed and he found himself leaning forward hungry to witness more. The beauty of pain made him crazy with pleasantries. -And he found himself enjoying the site even more. Even as Kyler struggled to get away from his apprentice, Sidious knew the boy would remain. -Kyler could barely control his movements he had become so suddenly distraught. He sat forward and shoved 'Anakin' away from him. He would fight it, he would! "Dont touch me!" He turned to Sidious on his knees and he grabbed at his robes. "Please...kill me...kill me...mercy. Dont do this to me! ...I did as you asked." He insisted through a shaky voice thick with emotion and heart ache. -Sidious smiled down at Kyler and regarded the tears...the pain... "This is what you wanted...your Anakin has woken up to you." He finished with a cold laugh. [03:25]
: Vader grabbed the youth's legs, pulling him towards him. There was no pleasure lust on his face.. only a want to dominate... to cause pain.. to please his master. That was all he could think of. He was hard and ready to go... all out of the pleasure the pain of Kylers was causing. He could barely hear the cries of mercy... the want of death. They made him laugh. They just urged him forward, pushing into him and this time..without any sort of resistance on his part. Anakin was surpressed... so he wasn't anyone's Anakin.. he was Vader alone.. the evil Sith Apprentice who longed to destroy others. Destroying didn't require death... just this action would destroy the bounty-hunter in far more pleasing ways then simply strangling him to death. [03:30]
: His heart ached and he cried out. "Please!" He yelled through his tears. Kyler hadnt fought this hard in...years. But he was, he moved away from 'Vader' ...struggling to get away from him. He was squirming, twisting and turning. And kicking the Monster that eminated evil. "Why are you hurting me?" He questioned sadly, his free hand rapped around Vader's wrist as he groaned and struggled to push him back and away from him. "Why? Why are you hurting me?!" He questioned again. "Please stop. Please stop." Each plea that he unleashed brought more heart ache more tears, and a constant repeat of the question or remark before. -Sidious was laughing and aroused by the power he saw and felt in Vader. But he remained still...~Excellent...~ [03:35]
: There was no mercy in the monster. Vader just smiled at each question... laughed... The kicks didn't hurt him, he didn't relent... he held the other's legs, pushed himself in even as the youth screamed. He didn't even answer this time, other then his laughs. Yes, madness and evil had taken him. He was desiring to be his Master's pawn... to peform for him... Anakin no longer offered resistance even to this.. having been satisified with the love and pleasures of Padme. It had meerly strengthend the dark lord.. who's fingers sunk harder into the flesh of Kyler's thighs. - His breathing was deap, pulling around the sadistic grin that had split his features... Padme wouldn't recognize him like this.. hell.. even his MOTHER wouldn't know him like this. He was just, a monster... enjoying the pain and destruction of the bounty-hunter.. the fellow slave and servent of their master. [03:43]
: Sidious breathed deeply and licked at his lips. Vader, had returned to please him. No more waisted time to speak and talk of love. -Just pain, the lust for pain and misery. No, Anakin's Mother wouldn't recognize him...She wouldnt want to. Couldn't bare it... -Kyler squeezed his eyes shut tightly, once more attempting to hide. Be invisible, wish that it was all a bad dream. How had the tables turned? What had he done? -His haggard body rocked against the floor and he still held his good hand wrapped around Vader's fist. The pleas were coming still...more quiet...softer...the tears and struggle was exhausting. "Anakin...." He gasped and shook. "..please...dont hurt me..." He whispered as he opened his eyes. The color of his eyes was a brilliant blue, it set his features off...made him beautiful. But they were red, glassy, tear filled and miserable. ~Hurt him more...tease him with what he desires.~ Sidious instructed. The Sith knew time was ticking, Vader was a monster...in human form. He would only be able to remain savage for so long... [03:49]
: Vader's eyes held nothing of Anakin in them... it was as if the kind-hearted boy didn't exist. One hand left Kyler's thigh, brushing along his chest tenderly... almost in a loving way. A carress, mixed with the savage thrusts of pain rather then pleasure or even sexual desire. It was rape, pure and simple.. but the touches... now this was it's own agony. It was the hurt that Sidious wished for on the boy. The desires he could not have. - Vader's chest continued to heave, laughing softly. But this time, he did speak. "That... is not my name.." He hissed between near maddning laughs. The yellow of his eyes, dark... savage... filled with power, gazed into the beautiful blue of the bounty-hunter. They took in the tears, the pain inside. Oh yes, it was lovely... heart achingly so. And the Sith lord took it in. Even let out a soft moan... not from a physical pleasure.. but from the look in his victom's eyes. [03:56]
: Kyler's hand left Vader's wrist and he gave up. Falling back against the soft carpet of the floor. His heart had completely broken, and the disgust and pain circled him. The voices of all of his past tormentors joined in to laugh at him along with Sidious and Vader. -He still managed to shove the hand that was upon his chest. He shoved it away and nearly smack at it. He didnt want this...What he had wanted was something real. Something gentle. Moans of pains escaped him and he began to choke on his tears. -Sidious had sunk down to the floor, moving closer and closer...his eyes on Vader's form...glancing down every so often at the crying 'child' below him. ~Yes Vader...yes...so beautiful. Hurt him...feel the pain.~ His hand reached out to touch at Kyler's face...three hands on one battered body. [04:02]
: ~As you wish, master~ He nearly purred, moving faster now... moving his position so he was propped up on his knees, pulling the legs of the other man around him as he placed that free hand on his chest. The possition was more painful on the younger, and more comfortable for Vader.. not that the Sith lord cared about comfort. He was busy pleasing his master... of raping the poor boy. - He raked his hand down te chest, plucking at his flesh as he tried to think of a way to hurt him more. "So lovely.." He whispered softly.. no longer hearing the boy's words at all. He was just expressing the will of his master.. making it his own... - He moved his hand up to squeeze around the boy's throat. He loved the terror look on the faces of his victoms... loved them... even if Anakin hated them... [04:07]
: And the new positioned heightened Kyler's senses and pushed a wave of pleasure through him. He moaned because it came, and he hated himself for it. Hated that his body was starting to enjoy the assault. He didnt want to hear Vader's words. He hated him...He had...loved him though. And his love, his feelings, his emotions, his pleas, were always rejected. He shook his head no towards Vader, he didnt want to hear soft words. It wasnt fair. It wasnt right. It was killing him. -Sidious loved it, the only love he ever knew was the sadastic love and desire for pain. His own hand moved from Kyler to touch along Vader's shoulder...and down the side of his fit torso. It was the best torture he had ever experienced...well worth the wait of several years. [04:13]
: To wait till Anakin was ready to let this happen... to not resist it... to let himself go for a while. Vader could enjoy it. squeezing, thrusting, grinning maddly. He wasn't sure when he would stop... most likely when his master commanded him to. That was the depth of his loyality... and that, the loyality to his master, drove pleasure through his being. It was hard to explain. Obi-Wan and Padme he loved more then anything... but Sidious... he felt pleasure to bow before him... to do what he asked... to please him. That was his loyality.. and that's why he wouldn't betray him. - Vader's body was in better condition then Kyler's... it was perfect.. not semi-perfect.. just PERFECT. [04:17]
: Sidious was well aware of how perfect Vader was...Anakin's body was perfect but he was with flaw. Vader didnt question, didnt hesitate he acted. The Sith Lord's hand moved up to brush back the mop of wavy locks that was fast becoming sweat soaked. Now he could dare it, now that Vader was present he lusted the pain of this boy. Anakin was locked away for the night. Just how Sidious liked it. -Kyler continued to moan and groan...whimper in pain and heart ache...several pleas came forth again. But each time he attempted to speak the tears came and took away his ability to make sense. -So Sidious moved closer still, if given the option would Vader stop? "What do you want to do?" He questioned in his infamously cold voice. [04:23]
: Vader's grin darkned deaper, his eyes fixing the youth instead of his master. "To kill and destroy him" He replied deliciously. There were no thoughts of mercy in it.. not this time. He simply wished to launch the boy into a pit of dispair... that a death brought by darkness would provide.. it would consume even there.. give no release... not in what he would give to this one. Besides, he longed to kill... he loathed Kyler... it had come now. The hate for this one... perhaps it had been... jealousy... of what the boy meant to the Chancellor.. even if Vader wasn't thinking consciosly about it. Yes... there was no good soul in this.. the darkness was closing around it... giving no sign of when it would relent. If he were to die now.. he would be similiurly damned. [04:31]
: And the words pained him so much that his breathing became heavy. A panic of pain. He couldnt control it. His tears were relentless, his body engulfed in pain. Sidious shook his head, "No I dont want him dead...I desire his pain its too intoxicating." He looked down at Kyler and nearly smiled and waved. The pain was beautiful. -The boy began coughing, gasping loudly. He didnt want to live for more pain. He reached for Vader's hand and he brought it to his neck. "yes...kill me...destroy me." He encouraged sadly. Kyler nodded feverishly, yes he desired death. So take it...Sidious watched Kyler with amusement. "Find your release Vader...then watch him." -Sidious growled and rose from the floor. An idea had struck him...Vader was merciless...even to those he had shown kindness to...moments ago...If Vader could be brought forth around Obi-Wan and Padme then Sidious would be free of all concerns and attachments...But the trick would be to help Vader reach that point...This idea excited him even more. -He had recorded the transmission, he would feed his arousal with the images later on...Right now he had to find out where Obi-Wan was...he knew Anakin would return to Naboo in the morning. [04:38]
: Vader had both hands around the boy's neck now but did not squeeze... at least not hard enough to kill him with. "As you wish." He purred. Yes... the dead could not be enjoyed. Not their pain at any rate. You needed to keep them alive... and that was a power Sidious had learned long ago from his own master before killing him. Not that it always worked though. - Vader leaned down, biting the boy's shoulder as he let go of his neck. He wanted to chew on it.. to taste blood. So he dug in with his teeth as he built towards his release. He was so distracted from these 'pleasures' that he did not 'feel' what Sidious was planning. It would have awoken too much inside of him... but instead.. he was lost. --- When he released, he took some of Kyler's flesh with him as he drew back his lips, growling almost like a beast. he'd gone into his most ferel desires... blood dripped down his lips as he grinned, pushing the youth away from him. He was good at switching though... he wouldn't randomly or mindlessly hurt him or anyone else around. Instead, he tilted his head back, feeling the blood apon him as he watched his 'charge'. [04:45]
: The door closed loudly. Sidious had left. Departed, he had work to be done. He would find a way to have Vader ruin the all too caring Anakin. -He was certain it could be done. It was obvious. Once he crossed a certain line, nothing could coax him back. Not the mournful cries of a boy beneath him...or the saddened cries of an old Jedi Knight and a beloved by the name of Padme. -Kyler's whole body had tensed when Vader bit into him. And when he was released from any old...any pressure he didnt know what to do. He couldnt bare to live another night...Kyler had reached his own point of no return, he backed away further and moaned in pain...everything hurt...his body ached and he cried harder then he ever had in his life. "Kill me...please" He begged as he lay on his side. He was beyond weak, but his body was still heated...possibly with fever..delerium...broken... [04:52]
: Vader looked down at his victom, licking the blood from his lips. He'd really not tasted it before... other then his own... but he found it 'sweet' in it's own way. "No." He said in a half-growl. Sidious didn't want Kyler killed... so it was up to Vader to keep him alive. However, that didn't mean comfortable. Leaning over the youth again he struck him hard on each cheek. Two strong slaps. "You brought this on yourself... you are weak... you did not do as your master wanted." He hissed, cruelity dripping from his lips. Yes, there seemed to be nothing of Anakin behind those eyes or that voice. Hell, even his face didn't seem the same. Of course a picture would make you think you were looking at the exact same man but, features that could only be seen from being there eye to eye... made him look so much differnt. This, was the monster... the darkness that wanted pure control... because each time he let go into this.. it became that much harder to climb out again.. to remember compassion and love... though sometimes it left onit's own.. as it had on Naboo... he hadn't needed to remember his 'true' self... he had sunk back into it and cried at what he'd done. [04:57]
: The second slap brought blood forth and he coward beneath him. He had no strength to defend himself, no words would bring him mercy. Instead he lowered his eyes choking and gagging on his tears and the blood that filled his mouth. -Kyler could feel himself shutting down, too much pain...It had taken his will to live away. Small sounds of whimpers escaped his lips, but his body was as torn as the shredded remains of his soul. -Death was coming for him...he felt it...and as much as he wanted it, it frightened him...to die alone...all the wrongs he had done to survive...would he be reborn into darkness of hell...All the boy ever wanted was for someone to care. [05:02]
: Anakin had once cared... but the monster was driving that carring away. The Monster blocked such feelings. The monster smiled at pain... enjoying the tears pouring down Kyler's cheeks. "You are so weak.." Vader purred, running his fingers down the boy's lips now. He stood up, looking about the room. Moving, he pulled his clothing on while he was keeping an eye on the collapsed boy. - After dressing in his black clothes, the blood wiped from his lips, Vader summoned a servent into the room. --- The Sith lord, his eyes still burning yellow, turned to the frightened girl who entered. "Clean him up.. bandage his wounds... he got careless and must survive the night." His voice was calm.. and some might belive pleasent... if not for the look he gave her. [05:09]
: He longed for love, the only thing he ever wanted. Even if it was pretend...if it was a lie. Thats all he really wanted, was for Anakin to tell him he cared...in some small way. He never had love, he never would. His eyes traveled over the form of Vader. And for a moment he saw his step father. The man had beat him, taken away his innocense of the world at the ripe age of seven. Nightly, hourly...constantly he would beat and berate him. He loved him...he hated what he was and what he did but he loved him. -The same feeling was found in Vader. Anakin had once shown him kindness...the only person ever. And he had held on to that. Held so tight, that his wish and desire for love had blinded him. The tears continued and his heart ached. ~I'm sorry...~ Sorry for being a disapointment, sorry for being weak, sorry for being stupid. Sorry for loving. -The girl was beyond startled and she nodded quickly. "Yes my lord." She bowed her head and grabbed a blanket, rushing over to Kyler she looked at him and touched lightly at his face. So much pain. "My lord...he's passed." She said quietly as she turned to face Vader. -And in deed he was gone. His body lay lifeless to one side. His injured hand lay out, still reaching for Vader....beckoning him to end his misery. His eyes open still filled with hot tears. [05:15]
: Vader wasn't surprised that Kyler was dead... the boy had let himself go completely... had let stress and strain take his body. It was simple.. medically.. his heart had stopped because of so much stress... or perhaps something had burst inside of him. A blood clot.. all brought on by stress... and the want of death. However, he also knew Sidious would be displeased. Vader had not learned how to keep someone alive... he wasn't even sure if Sidious could do it, just that he had learned it. - Vader peered down at the girl. Without saying a word he stretched out his right hand while standing near the bed. The girl's throat grew tight as she was lifted into the air. He was smiling cruely. Kyler was dead... and this girl had failed to move fast enough to save him. It's not like Vader had the ability to save life.. to heal... that had never been part of his training. [05:21]
: The girl gasped horribly and grabbed at the invisible force around her neck. "What? AH...ack...my lord there was nothing I could do..." She pleaded. Knowing instantly that he was outraged by the young man's death. Her fear grew rapidly as she carried a secret. -Her feet kicked lightly and she looked back to the body of the young man, wishing that she was wrong and that he would breathe. [05:26]
: ~Stop it.. stop it!~ His resolve faltered for a momment as he noticed the way her clothes folded around her as she twitched in the air. No... there were still ways to push against the monster. She was pregnant... he could feel it... and he released. She fell over Kyler on her back, avoiding serious injury. His eyes were starting to fade... body shaking as he backed up a bit. The darkness, surging, was letting go of it's strangle-hold. --- Anakin sunk to his knees, released from the grip suddenly... or rather.. he fought his way back through. No, this self wasn't false.. he was still good inside... there were still ways to come back easily.. but the pain that was striking him.. for what he'd just done almost... was horrible. "Go.." He said quickly, hoping she would listen. He needed some time to himself. [05:33]
: The girl groaned and slowly but surely managed to stand. She shook horribly but still bowed before him. "..Yyess my lord.." She touched at her throat and quickly left the room. Once on the other side of the door, she ran screaming down the hallway. Her fright had been horrible. And she had been lucky. -Sidious sat in his private chambers, he had sent out a few messages. One to help cater to his plot. Ways to weaken the state of Anakin as others knew him. He looked forward to the coming days. Obi-Wan was harder to track down...He feared the revenge of Dooku, and he was greatly concerned with Anakin. However Padme was just fine, and after receiving a message from Palpatine, she had no cause to worry. She was planning a lovely dinner for Anakin's return. She loved him so. -Sidious looked on and watched 'Anakin' sadly Vader had left...Now he watched on...this was part of his plan...to learn all there was to learn...to take in the drastic changes of Anakin and Vader. He needed to be alone...but why? He wasnt alone completely...he had destroyed another life. Tortured it in ways he had never done before....That limp and lifeless body...was growing cold just several feet from where Anakin stood. [05:39]
: He had nearly killed the girl he'd summoned too... she had hung suspended by her neck being squeezed with force power for several painful momments.. a half a minute at least... but then he'd dropped her.. and reverted.. but why? He'd murdered a woman on Naboo and felt no mercy for her.. so what was different about this one? --- Anakin lay in that chamber for several minutes, gasting sad gazes over at the dead body. Kyler was in Hell, he was sure of it... he'd been given no release.. no mercy... and had died of misery... that lead one only into the cold embrace of darkness.. not the warmth of the force. It was why Sith strove towards staying alive.. keeping themselves alive at any cost. He was starting to grasp that, even when he was in full control of himself. This is why he wanted to be happy with Padme... because he would have no after life with her... he was a monster inside... he would die one for sure. He didn't see any other way around it.. except.. perhaps.. when he'd offered the Jedi his life. But then he would have failed the purpose of his existance. He had been born to bring balance to the force after all. He could not do that dead. - Padme... thoughts of her filled his mind.... and brought tears to his eyes. He couldn't let her find out about this. He wanted her love, for as long as possible... and once she found out.. she was certian to turn away from him in disgust.. hell.. even he had a hard time looking in the mirror.