The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 35

Rider's pov

"How could you, Rider! You killed all of them!" Zeba yells with tears streaming down her face.

I try to take a step towards her but the ray shield belonging to this cell keeps me from doing so. How did I end up in here?

"I didn't kill anyone," I say firmly, knowing that it is true. It would be impossible for me to kill anyone.

"Tell that to Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Kellan! Oh wait, you can't! You know why, Rider?! They are dead, because of you," she yells, each word feeling like a knife stabbing me repeatedly. All of them dead? Because of me? That can't be true!  This is a mistake! It has to be a mistake! Right?

"No, that can't be true," I whisper, knowing that I wouldn't have killed my best friends or Obi-Wan.

"Order 66! You gave the order that killed all the Jedi! I loved you, Rider! How could you throw that away?!" Zeba yells, making me feel sick to my stomach, remembering when I told Sidious about Order 66 to save myself. I saved myself, but killed them in the process. How could I have let this happen?

"Please, Zeba, I can explain!" I yell as she begins walking away, not wanting her to leave me here with the knowledge that I caused the death of  the only friends I have ever had.

"Explaining won't bring them back. Goodbye, Rider. Forever," Zeba says just above a whisper as she continues to walk away from me, causing my heart to shatter into millions of pieces.

"Zeba!" I yell when I can no longer see her, not wanting to be trapped in this cell alone.

"Zeba!" I yell again, my voice filled with desperation this time, hoping that she will come back, but she never does.

My eyes fly open as I quickly sit up in bed, breathing heavy from my nightmare or vision or whatever that was. I hope with all my heart that this wasn't a vision. I would do anything to keep this from coming true, to keep Anakin and Kellan from dying.

"Why?" I whisper brokenly in a trembling voice as tears pour down my cheeks.

"Why?!" I yell, feeling so frustrated. I joined Sidous to keep Anakin safe, but now, I am what kills him. By telling Sidious about Order 66, I might have just killed my best friend and every other Jedi.

"Please, don't let this happen. I will do anything for my nightmare to not come true," I whisper to no one in particular, hoping that somehow my plea will be answered.

Five minutes later, when the tears have stopped falling and I am no longer shaking violently, I stand up and leave my room.

As I quickly walk through the halls towards Sidious office, my nightmare keeps replaying in my mind over and over again. I killed my friends and drove my love away. How could I have done that? How could I have told Sidious about Order 66 yesterday? I should have just let him kill me.

When I reach the door to Sidious' office, he opens it with the force, allowing me to step inside.

I take a few steps then drop to my knees, lowering my head to the ground much more than normal, feeling so ashamed over what I have done. Anakin and Kellan are going to die because of me. How am I supposed to live knowing that I might be what kills every Jedi?