Imagine: Anakin's Dark Side Coming Out

Training Turned Terror

"What have I always told you?" Anakin said, wiping the sweat from his brow. You blinked hard, black dots clouded your vision field from exhaustion and dehydration. "Protect your face," you wheezed, lifting your fists to guard your face. "If your opponent has access to your face, he could throw off your whole balance, focus, and eventually, defeat you."
"Atta girl," he said. "Put 'em up pretty girl."
"Pretty girl huh?" You said smiling. "Have you seen your hair lately Master?"

You let out a laugh, but Anakin planted a very hard and very real punch on your face. The sheer surprise of the blow knocked you to the floor in a loud, limp heap on the floor. You looked up at him, your hand pressed to your throbbing, bleeding nose. "Master?" You said sheepishly. His fists were clenched and his chest moving fast and violently in sheer rage.  "Get up," he sneered. You stared at him, your eyes wide and confused. "Master?" You asked again. "It...it was a joke..." Then his foot made contact with your chest. You were thrown onto your side, the wind knocked out of you. You gasped and clawed at the cold, metal floor of the training room.

 You heard Anakin's heavy footsteps approaching you. Without even looking up, you willed yourself to your feet and ran.The hot blood was still on your nose and upper lip, the bitter taste of iron filled your dry mouth. Somehow, despite the fact that you couldn't breathe, you were running faster than you ever have before, knocking over anything that might slow down the madman that was chasing you. You took eventual cover behind a stack of transport containers that were staked in the corner of the room from a recent shipment of medical equipment. You fell to your knees and clutched your side, wheezing painfully. You tried to keep your breath as silent as you could. Anakin's footsteps approached your hiding place and your eyes burned with hot tears.

  He was coming, and who knew what he would do when he found you.Then you felt it; something sinister...evil. A great disturbance in the Force. Where could this evil be coming from? Was this entity controlling Anakin? No. Your heart dropped to your stomach. This darkness was Anakin. It was inside him...it was made of him. You pressed the heels of your hands to your temples and gritted your teeth. He was trying to sense your location, and it took everything you had to mislead him. But to no avail.

Something clasped at your neck, cutting off your airway. You clawed at your neck but cut and scratched nothing but your own skin. Your whole body was lifted off the ground, your toes scrapping the ground. The crates that offered your cover were strewn out of the way by an invisible force and you saw Anakin standing there, one arm held up, his hand clenched as if it were really around your neck. You felt your body floating towards him, then his hand was upon your neck and you felt the Force release you and his fingers take hold.

 "How can one so privileged be so spoiled," Anakin sneered, his eyes were different, almost a dark yellow. "I thought I taught you better than that Padawan." He tightened his grip on your neck and you felt your senses going numb. You reached for his wrist in a desperate attempt to awaken him to the horrors that ensued. "M...M-Master..." you croaked. His eyes narrowed and he squeezed tighter still, this time pulling you in closer so your faces were mere inches apart. "Anakin..." was the last word you were able to say before you felt the world closing in around you.

The next thing you knew, your body was hitting the floor again. The metal was cold against your hot cheek. Slowly, you felt fresh air fill your lungs and the world come back into focus.  You let out a few violent coughs as your chest filled.  Anakin stood above you, his feet the only thing you saw. Then he fell to his knees.  You felt his hand gently grasp your shoulder and your weak body tensed. He tentatively rolled you onto your back. You looked up at him and saw the sheer horror in his eyes. "Oh my God..." he breathed. He placed his hands on his head and pressed his forehead to the floor, rocking back and forth and breathing heavily.

 You lifted your weak arm and touched his head. His thick, wavy hair was wet with sweat from your training session. He clasped one of his hands on yours and sighed. "What have I done," he whispered. You closed your eyes, another hot tear rolling down the side of your face. "It wasn't you Master," you said. "Don't blame yourself...I beg you."

Anakin's head shot up, his eyes, back to their normal color blue, were red with tears. He sat back up and looked over your broken body. "Are you in pain Y/N?" He asked. You didn't know how to answer. So you let the sudden urge to moan do the talking. "Can you move?" He asked. You closed your eyes and nodded your head. Anakin then placed one arm under your back and the other beneath your legs and lifted you off the cold ground. You yelped pathetically before closing your eyes and biting your bottom lip.

 Your head rested perfectly in the crook where Anakin's neck met his shoulder. With both your arms draped across your midsection, he carried you through the training room and into the ships hallway towards the medical bay. "I will never forgive myself," he whispered, more to himself, not expecting you to hear. You reached your hand and gently touched his skin with your finger before dropping it back down again. "You can for me," you said.

The rest is a haze of moving from examination room to recovery. When you finally were yourself again, Anakin was nowhere to be found. He didn't come and see you in recovery. Maye that was just as well. After all, you weren't sure how you would address him after this whole affair. You told him it wasn't his fault, that it wasn't him. But what you sensed...what you saw, was a separate entity. It was him. It was a thick, suffocating darkness inside him...and only time will tell what he will do next...

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On the other side of the base, Anakin was leaving a meeting with the Jedi Council.  He wiped a few more angry tears from his eyes before making his way down the hallway, covered in his cloak and hood...