Sequel - A broken galaxy for us to fix

|| do your worst ||

|| Anakin's POV ||

Their screams echoed along the walls of the bar. No one heard them. Everyone was either dead or long gone.

Some had stopped screaming, finding themselves to exhausted to continue. Others perceivered. Seeming to scream their throats raw.

He stalked towards them making sure his hood was up and his cape flowed behind him.

Just because they were bruised and bloody didn't mean he couldn't make a horrifying entrance.

Blood stuck to his polished boots, it's crimson colour staining the once wooden floorboards.

It didn't matter. The owner was already in the pile of deceased, rotting in what used to be the village square.

Vader went up to the first victim, her ear had been sawed right off and her arm looked shredded beyond repair.

The nemodian couldn't have been older then 10, yet she looked up at him with nothing but disgust.

A youngling.

How she had survived his own massacre in the temple didn't matter. She wouldn't survive this.

"They told me about you." She spat. Her saliva landed inches from Vaders boots, too close.

He didn't reply, however his constant anger started to boil. Slowly he leveled his eyes to hers, looking at her young face.

She blinked at him, she should have been frighten, should have screamed. Instead she scolded. "You don't scare me Anakin Skywalker".

That was his last straw. Everything exploded. Her screams echoed off the bars walls for a total of 3 seconds before her heart was in his hand.

He had been merciful to her. His anger allowing her to be killed quickly, something she hadn't deserved.

He cursed himself.

A whimpering sound brought his attention to the other bodies who would soon be deceased.

The 3 males next to what has been a youngling, chocked on his grip through the force, their eyes bulging while he forced the heart down the throat of the fourth.

The feeling of their fear and terror, which eventually lead to death fueled something in Vader that even the constant anger of the dark side couldn't.

Causing such pain to people who didn't deserve it made him feel better about his own pa-

Anger.

It was anger.

Slowly, he killed off the remaining captives in the bar. One by one forcing them to watch their fellow companions die horrifying deaths.

Wondering what was install for them.

Just because he's sudden anger had granted the young Jedi a quick death did not mean her companions would be lucky enough to be granted the same fate.

No... They would suffer because she died quickly. In their last breaths they would curse the Jedi child they decided to protect.

Morons. All all of them. Really he was doing them a favour. Such stupidity shouldn't be able to live anyways. He was taking them out of their misery.

They should thank him for it. Instead they paid him in screams.

That was better anyways.