Galaxy of War || A clone wars fanfiction

Chapter 70

Screams. Death. I see Jedi. Dying. Younglings being killed. I sit up with cold sweat. I can feel the pain of hundreds dying in an instant. I let out a shaky breath as I can't understand what is happening. I place my hand over my heart trying to get my breath under control. My heart hurts. I get out of bed with shaky legs and grab my lightsaber. It continues. Why are they dying? What is going on? I go into my refresher and grab onto the counter as I look at myself in the mirror. With shaking hands I splash some cold water in my face. I feel like dropping to the ground. I don't understand why I can feel all those people die? They shouldn't die. I walk into my living room. The sun hasn't gone up. At all. It must be midnight. 

I walk to the tea kitchen and grab my cup before quickly washing it off. I try to focus on everything else. I close my eyes in pain as pictures keep flashing in my mind. I can't really pierce them together. Some weird sound comes from the outside. In the halls. It sounds like blaster fire. But why should it be that? We're in the Temple. Walking to the door, I poke my head out. My brows furrow as I see clones. And not just any clones. The 501st? Why are they here? Have the Separatists attacked us? I'm about to walk out of my room to talk to them, I mean they know me. They will tell me what's going on. But something stops me. 

I see a youngling running past me. A shot is fired and my breath hitches as the boy falls to the ground. Dead. I look up at the clone that fired the shot. Why? Why did he do that? Why would he kill him? Why are they killing the Jedi? Will they kill me? I see a clear image in my mind. The clones have turned on us.

I step back into my quarters and run my hand through my hair. I don't think he saw me. What do I do? Yelling outside my door makes me move. My hands are shaking as I run back into my room and push the window open. I hear the door open to the living room and several boots running around. I slip out of the window, leaving behind my old lightsaber on the nightstand. I sit on the frame of the Temple underneath my window. There's barely any space for me to sit. Only the small frame being used as decor. That decor might just save my life right now.

"Where is she?" One of the clones snaps making me jolt. 

"Lord Vader wants her dead. She's too dangerous to be kept alive," another of them says. Lord Vader? Who's that? A sith? I can't understand anything. They turned on us. I've fought beside them for years, saved their lives. What did I do? Why do they listen to this Lord Vader? I have so many questions.

The feeling of betrayal is so hurtful. I knew something was going to happen, I could have stopped it if I had told the Council. I could feel it. I just never imagined it would be so hurtful. Tears begin to flow down my cheeks as I cover my mouth to not let any sound out. I can feel the clones being inside my room, right behind me. I can't afford any sound.

"Here, her lightsaber." I can hear the sound as they pick it up.

"No," someone takes it from him. "It's her old one, look." He turns it on and even from here, I can see the green light. He knew it was the old one. I don't know who it is. But he knew. They knew me so well, and then they betrayed me. They will kill me if they find me. 

If it's all the clones. What about Obi-Wan? Anakin? Ahsoka? Oh no. I can feel my breath get rapid. What if they're not okay? What if they're dead? My body shakes from the quiet sobs. I'm terrified. If that word even covers it. I can hear the clones leave, giving up on trying to find me. I debate whether I should go back inside or just run. I want to run, but something is making me want to stay. I stand up, going back inside. I can feel me being the only alive Jedi in the Temple, except for someone else. I know the presence, but I can't pinpoint it.

I hear the cock of a blaster, and turn around to see one of the clones pointing their blaster at me. "Please."

"Surrender, Jedi." He uses Jedi as an insult.