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Okay. Setting: Mustafar. Anakin has just taken the leap, his limbs severed. He is clinging to the rocks with his mechanical hand as Obi-wan watches. I hope the rest will become clear. Everything belongs to George Lucas, Lucas Films, 20th Century Fox, and anyone else I don't know of, so PLEASE don't sue me. To you reviewers: this is my first Star Wars fic, and I know it's no good, but be forgiving: don't flame. Please.

I scream. Traitor. I loved him and be betrayed me. I wanted to help him and he is killing me. He didn't understand. I want to kill him now, destroy him for what he's done to me. But I can't.

"You were the Chosen One!" he cries, his voice anguished, "It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them! It was you who would bring balance to the Force, not leave it in Darkness!"

I howl in rage at him. I am dieing, and he's done it. And he stands there lecturing me.

My hand slips.

"I HATE YOU!"

No. I don't hate you, Obi-wan. Please understand. Help me. Lead me home, brother. Take my hand and free me from my suffering. Brother and brother.

"You were my brother, Anakin. And I loved you. You betrayed us, you betrayed us all. You're hurting me, Anakin."

I slip further.

The pain is overwhelming. I reach out and grasp it. Harness it. It is my weapon. To strike down my brother.

"I never betrayed anyone, Obi-wan. YOU did. You stole Padme from me. You took my wife and you turned her against me! I was trying to save her and you killed her to me! I did what was right. The Jedi are wrong. You're all wrong! The Chancellor—"

"Is a sith, Anakin. He manipulated you. This thing before me is not Anakin Skywalker. It is a demon in the body an old friend used to inhabit. Anakin Skywalker died—and you killed him. You killed my brother."

I am almost all the way down…slipping…

"Anakin Skywalker was a FOOL! He listened, he didn't use his powers—but I will!" The words are venom. My name is venom, and the poison flows throughout my body. Anakin is no more. I am no more. Obi-wan betrayed me. If only he would take my hand, prove to me that the Jedi aren't evil, that he didn't want to kill me. After all this I would still go back.

Obi-wan is going to leave me to die. He sees not a friend in me, but a demon to be destroyed.

He is right.

I need to go home—Obi-wan does not know that I, Anakin am still here, trapped. He sees only a sith. I have to show him I am still here. Hide my pride. For what is pride if it means dieing?

I am loosing my grip on the rock that is holding me, keeping me alive.

"Obi-wan…I'm still here. Please. Take me back."

"It's too late, Anakin. I cannot do that. You know I cannot. You've become a sith. You are Anakin Skywalker no more. You killed him."

Pain. Torture.

Hate.

Flames encase my body. In my agony, I look up at Obi-wan. He is gaping at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The world is fading black, and blackness is engulfing me.

I hate the darkness. I turned to it and left the light.

And now the light will not take me back. It is forcing me back into the shadows. Back into the darkness. Back into the fiery agony that I am trying to leave.

They say they want me to leave the darkness.

I want to leave the darkness.

They cast me into the darkness.

The pain fades away as my nerves are burned. My body is blackened.

My soul is blackened.

Can black be cleansed? I wish the black to go away. Desert me.

The flames crawl up my neck and a fresh wave of pain is born. I shriek and scream and howl and suffer.

It fades as all things do.

Dreams pass in time.

I look up. Obi-wan is retreating, his shoulders shaking. "I WAS RIGHT ABOUT YOU, OBI-WAN! YOU'RE DESERTING ME! I ASKED TO COME HOME AND YOU CAST ME OUT! OBI-WAN, I NEED YOU! YOUR BROTHER NEEDS YOU!"

He turns. He turns. I was wrong. Obi-wan, you still love me. I did terrible things and you love me. You should hate me. You should kill me for what I've done. Death is too good for me. I deserve this torture.

He looks at me. He uses the Force to kill the flames, and walks down to me. "Obi…I was hoping you would do this for me…I was wrong Obi. Let me die. Through me into the hell. Kill me. Please. I don't deserve life."

"Brother, that you can say that is why I am taking you back. And I love you Ani. You may have done some awful things…well we can talk about this later. I have to get you to the ship now. You need help if you are going to live. You will live, Anakin.

"I promise you."

He picks me up and every nerve in my body screams and shrieks and I give a fresh howl of anguish. What have I done. What have I become.

I find that I can still cry.