Star Wars Preferences. [HIATUS]

Turning.

I'm sorry this is so incredibly dark; I've been having a lot of dark thoughts lately, and writing them out of my head is the best way to get rid of them. Once again, I'm sorry.

Anakin:

Many a fight had occurred between the two of you in the past week. Your heart ached, as did your fists, due to all the pounding of them against the wall you'd been doing out of anger. Every time he passed you in the halls, his green eyes would skip over you, which made your fury grow even hotter. There was no avoiding him at night, unfortunately, since your rooms were conjoined by the bathroom you shared. It was around seven in the evening when you first heard movement in his room. Two voices, his and a woman's, whose voice you recognized to be Padmé's. You slipped into the bathroom, trying to be as casual and quiet as possible while listening to their conversation.

"I love you, Padmé. Won't you run away with me?"

"Oh, I will, Anakin, but--"

She was interrupted by Anakin, who let out a pitiful cry as he slowly suffocated. You appeared from the bathroom, hand raised, a dark and murderous look on your face.

"How dare you, Anakin! How dare you!" You yelled, while clenching your raised fist. Anakin slumped to the floor, motionless where he lay. In seconds, Padmé met the same fate, as did the rest of the unsuspecting Jedi in the building.

Luke:

You watched his aunt and uncle burn. They burned quite well, in your opinion, as their bodies were charred to the bone in seconds. Seeing Luke in pain was oddly satisfying, which further fueled your thirst for innocent blood.

Poe:

One by one, you picked off his team of talented pilots. They all went out in different ways, some smashing into trees, and others nose-diving into the water. You killed him last; the explosion from his ship hitting the concrete of the landing strip was spectacular.

Kylo Ren:

Using all the strength and skills Kylo had taught you over the past month and a half, you force-choked him to death, making sure to set his body alight afterwards. His black garments burned very well, and soon, there was nothing left of him save for his half-melted lightsaber, which you took.