The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 6

Unknown pov

Tiredly, I open my eyes to see that I am no longer on the ship. Instead, I see that I am laying on a dark gray stone floor that is a part of a room with light brown double doors, both of which are probably locked, and bright cream-colored walls that don't match the dark floor. The only pieces of furniture in the room are two wooden chairs that sit facing each other about five feet away from me.

When I move my head slightly the throbbing pain returns, causing me to wince as I try to grab my head, but the cuffs keep me from doing so, making me feel frustrated.

"Stupid cuffs," I mutter as I close my eyes tightly, hoping that once my eyes are closed the pain will go away, but sadly, it isn't that simple.

After a while of just lying here, wishing away the pain, I hear one of the doors creak open. Afraid that it might be the Sith coming here to hurt me, I pretend to be asleep.

As I hear quiet footsteps approach me, I really hope that it looks like I am asleep.

"Kid, you might be able to fool Anakin like that, but not me. I know that you are awake, so you can stop pretending like you are asleep," The Sith says, the sound of his voice reminding me of the darkness I felt surrounding him, causing me to shiver.

While opening my eyes, in a confident tone that doesn't give away how afraid I am, I say, "I know that you are a Sith, so you can stop pretending like you aren't one."

"Good comeback," the Sith says with a laugh, surprising me. How is he so calm about me finding out that he is a Sith?

A few seconds later, the Sith says, "I brought you some water. Are you thirsty?"

Slowly, I move my head a little so that I can see the Sith. He is crouched down a few feet away from me. Instead of wearing a black cloak, he is wearing both a black shirt and black pants. His hair that is only a little shorter than Anakin's is black, just like his clothes. When I look at his eyes, a part of me expects them to be golden even though I know that it would make it so obvious that he is a Sith, but what color his eyes actually are is just as unsettling. He eyes are such a dark shade of brown that they almost look black, causing me to shiver once again.

"I don't want anything you have to offer, Sith," I say loudly, my voice filled with hate.

With a slight frown, the Sith says, "Look, Kid, I am only trying to be nice. I know that you must hate us for capturing you, but I am trying to make this whole ordeal a little easier on you. Do you need water right now? No. Are you thirsty right now? Probably, which is why I am here to give you water."

"Fine," I say with a heavy sigh, not wanting to take anything that this Sith offers, but he is right, I am thirsty.

"Do you want me to help you sit up?" the Sith asks quietly with a small smile, a smile that would have convinced me to say yes if I didn't know what it is trying to hide.

"No, stay away from me, Sith," I say immediately in a hate filled voice, not wanting this Sith any closer to me.

"Are you sure that you don't need my help?" he asks in a whisper, his kind tone confusing me. Why is a Sith being nice to me, especially since I am so close to being a Jedi, their mortal enemy?

Not wanting his help, I try to sit up on my own, but it is nearly impossible, especially without the use of my hands. I can get my back a few inches off the floor before my strength fails me, causing me to fall back onto the floor.

"I do," I say quietly after releasing another heavy sigh, hating that I am forced to accept the help of a Sith.

With a small, friendly smile, he helps me sit up so that my back is leaning against the wall.