The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 32

Makai's pov

I curl my hands into fists as I stare at the Sith in my cell, not liking that he is here.

I let out a sigh as I stand up and begin to pace, not understanding why I am so afraid of this Sith. He isn't even awake to try and hurt me, yet every time I look at him, my hands begin to shake from fear and sweat starts to form on my forehead.

What should I do about him?

Several times I have thought about killing him with the knife that I swiped from a guard, but that is the reason why I hate the Sith. They kill for no reason. If I kill this Sith when he said that he wouldn't hurt me, am I any better than the monster that I am trying to destroy?

The part of me that wants him dead, is absolutely terrified. What if when he gets better, he hurts me? It wouldn't surprise me since that is what the Sith do. I don't want to die. The only way I am going to live is if I kill the Sith.

Knowing what I need to do, I stop pacing and pull out my knife.

As I walk towards him, I clutch the knife in my shaky hands so tightly that my knuckles begin to turn white.

I kneel down on the floor next to the Sith, knowing yet dreading what I need to do. I have never killed a person, and don't ever want to, but sometimes we all have to make sacrifices for the greater good. Killing this Sith is going to make the galaxy a much safer place, even if does make me a murderer.

In what feels like slow motion, I lower the knife down towards his back, directly above his heart.

When it is only a few inches away, a traitorous voice in my head screams for me to stop.

I try to ignore the voice and just kill this Sith, but it gets even louder, forcing me to stop and take deep breaths to try and gain my resolve.

Just when I work up the nerve to actually kill this Sith, in a quiet and terrified voice the Sith says, "Please, don't kill me."

I close my eyes and take several deep breaths, my heart betraying what my mind is telling me I need to do.

"I hate you," I say through gritted teeth as I try and fail to kill him once again.

"I know. I hate what I have become too," he says quietly, surprising me.

I don't say anything for a few seconds, causing him to say in a desperate voice, "Please, Makai, I am begging you, at least give me a chance to explain myself before you kill me. I know that the Sith have hurt you, and I truly am sorry for that, but I am not like them. Sidious did this to me because I refused to hurt you. I know that you must feel threatened by me, but I won't hurt you, especially when I am in these cuffs."

I want to believe him, but it is so hard. My mind is telling me that he is monster who doesn't deserve to live, but the rest of me is saying that I don't have the courage to kill him.

I put the knife back in my pocket as I yell, "I hate you!"

My words cause him to flinch and let out a small whimper.

Feeling so many conflicting emotions at once I stand up and retreat to the farthest side of the cell from him.

"Thank you," he whispers after a few seconds of silence, surprising me.

No Sith ever says thank you. No Sith ever begs, yet he just did both of those things. He may be called a Sith, but he doesn't seem like one. I nearly killed him for saying that he wouldn't hurt me. If anyone is the monster here, it is me.

Feeling so ashamed that I almost killed this Sith who is too hurt to move, I start to cry.

"Come here," I hear him whisper, causing me to pause in crying for a few seconds.

"Why?!" I yell in a harsh voice, not wanting anything to do with this Sith at the moment.

He stays silent for several seconds, making me think that my words scared him so badly that he isn't going to talk to me anymore.

"I am all you have, Makai. We need each other to get through this. I just want to help you," he says quietly.

I want to believe him, it would be so much easier to get through this if I am not all on my own, but it is so hard to trust a Sith.

After several minutes of thinking, I stand up with a sigh, knowing that he won't be able to hurt me with how injured he is and because of the cuffs.

I sit a few feet away from him, feeling uncomfortable being this close to a Sith.

Slowly he tries to sit up. He gets about an inch off the ground when not being able to use his arms makes sitting impossible, causing him to hit the ground with a small moan.

For several seconds he just lays there with his eyes closed, probably trying his hardest to just breathe through the pain he must be feeling.

Once again he tries to sit up. While breathing heavy he pushes himself off the ground. He gets several inches off the ground then falls back onto his stomach with another moan.

Feeling a little sick to my stomach, I look away from the Sith, unable to watch him hurt himself anylonger.

I hear a thud followed by a low moan which forces me to turn around and look at him.

"Please," he whispers in voice that is filled with pain, making me want to help him.

I am about to help him, but then the thought of touching a Sith is repulsing enough that I push the idea from my mind.

He lets out a sigh then tries to sit up once again. This time he doesn't even move off the ground at all, his body no longer obeying him.

I watch him take in several deep breaths and release them in heavy sighs, seeming to be in so much pain.

Reluctantly, I grab him by his shoulders and help him sit up so that he is leaning most of his weight against the wall and me.

"Thank you, Makai," he says quietly, making me glad that I decided to help him.

"What's your name?" I ask him after a few seconds of silence.

"Rider," he says while opening his eyes and looking into mine for the first time since Sidious hurt him. I stare at his eyes in shock for a few seconds, noticing that instead of yellow they are dark brown.

"I'm sorry for almost killing you," I say while looking away from him, feeling guilty now.

"The important thing is that you didn't. I am willing to put it in the past if you are," he says, causing me to smile.

"I would like that," I say quietly while looking him in the eyes again, wondering how I thought that he was just another Sith only deserving of death.

"If you don't mind, I could use some more sleep. We can talk some more once I wake up if you want to," he says with a yawn.

"I would. Good night, Rider," I say as I carefully help him lay back down on the ground, trying hard to not hurt him anymore than he already has been.

"Good night, Makai," he whispers as he closes his eyes, falling asleepseconds later.

I look at him for a few seconds, wondering how he was able to forgive me so easily for the way I acted towards him earlier. If I was in his position, I doubt that I would be willing to do as Rider did.

Not having anything better to do, I move back to my side of the cell and lay down, deciding to try and get some sleep too.

After a few minutes of thinking about Rider, I fall into a dreamless sleep, feeling a little safer than I have ever since I ended up inside this cell several months ago.

A/N: Chapter 32 is done! Woooooo! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I will see you on Sunday in the next one. Bye :)