The Path Of Darkness, Or The Path Of Love? (AnakinxReader)

Confrontation

Note: this will most likely be the chapter where you choose your ultimate path. Keep in mind that the updates will slow after this, because I will release the light and dark chapters at the same time.
We landed on its rocky surface near Anakin's abandoned speeder. I felt sick, the whole atmosphere of this place was dark and menacing. It was as if a shadow hung darkly over this region of the Galaxy. You could feel the dark as though it was crawling over and through you, penetrating any remaining innocence and killing it. I prayed that it hadn't killed all that was in Anakin.
Something inside me tells me that this may be my last chance to influence his decision, whatever that may be. He's been running around the Galaxy, and it's strange that it would stop here. Perhaps he wants to kill us, or just me.
I run my hand nervously across the hem of my dark brown robes, feeling the smooth fabric slip across my fingertips. Right now I long for the warm, comforting embrace of my mother. Being here, in this dark place...it's more intense than anything I've ever experienced. I wish Anakin was on our side, instead of standing against us. I always felt safe in his shadow, protected by his tall frame and strong arms wrapped around me. But now, I feared they'd be around my throat. The darkness, it changes people. I've seen it. Not that it's a bad thing, I just hope that being 'evil' doesn't mean losing all of your love, and hope, and rationality. I've lost enough, and I don't think I can bear to lose him too.
It was fairly straightforward, which path he took. The crumbling rock and the danger of being scalded alive by molten lava would keep anyone on the safest route. So that's the way we took. My legs shake as we move carefully on the slim rock bridges. There's this constant voice in my head, telling me I'm going to fall, and it's causing me to panic. I'm overwhelmed by these feelings of despair, fear, heartache, and everything else I could think of.
I searched the landscape with my eyes, my heart yearned to see that familiar face off in the distance, smiling lovingly. Ever since our last mission on Kashyyyk together, when he was mine and I was his, I had this tearing sadness inside of me. What I had wanted for so long was ripped out of my grasp. And watching the path he was taking only tore the wound open further.
Up ahead, there's a small clearing, a platform of dirty rock that hangs far above rivers of liquid flames. On it are bodies, mutilated corpses with twisted limbs and horror stricken expressions permanently etched on their faces.
They got in my way.
Suddenly, I could hear that low familiar voice in my head, through the Force no doubt. But while it was the same voice, it didn't feel the same. There was anger threatening to burst as he spoke in my mind, and it broke my heart to hear it.

Anakin-

Go back home y/n. Or somewhere far from here. You don't need to be a pawn in this game anymore.

Anakin, please, don't push me away.

...
I know he's still there, as I can feel his presence heavily within me. But he's obviously done talking mentally to me. I try to prompt him gently, but he refuses to respond.

Anakin?

...
Still, nothing. But I get the feeling that we're drawing near to where he is. The dark, powerful aura he emits seems to be growing stronger, enveloping me like the hot air.

Y/n, go.

Anakin I can't.

I don't want to hurt you. Turn around while you still can.

I can't.

My heart breaks with every bitter word that he sends through my mind. I've never been one to cry, the only times I cried were when I was vulnerable, after losing my mother. But this felt worse than any of the pain I had experienced before. I feel the urge to eject my light saber through my heart, so I won't have to deal with this pain any longer. But I know that I have to try to reach out to him. I can't live without him.
Fighting back tears as the burning air wears at my skin, I walk faster towards the emitting power. The feeling in the pit of my stomach grows stronger, and I can barely keep from throwing up. I need a warm embrace so badly right now, but I know that at least for the moment, I need to be strong. Strong enough to face him without falling on my knees.
I stop, a few feet away from a makeshift staircase. The steps were carved oddly into the stone, but they look as though they do their job just fine. The power is stronger than ever here, and I know he's at the top of that staircase. With shaking hands and weak knees, I walk slowly up, holding my breath in an attempt to relieve the discomfort I feel within my chest.
Obi Wan approaches behind me, staying close but allowing me to venture first. I think he knows the bond between Anakin and I. Perhaps he loved once too, because he treats me as though he understands. Maybe he does, either way it's almost reassuring.
The final step gives way to a rocky clearing. Lava flows hotly below, but here on this slab of rock you can observe it's glowing beauty safely. As long as you don't venture too close to the edge.
Anakin is turned away from us, staring into the dark red sky. His hair has gotten shaggy and curls lightly down to his shoulders. His Jedi robes have been replaced with black clothes, consisting of tight pants and a black long sleeved shirt, with a leather vest and belt holding various weapons and articles. I see the light saber hanging off of his belt, and I silently pray that he won't be using it.
"You shouldn't have come. Leave."
I had been longing to hear his voice for months. Although it was angry and dark, it comforted something within me, and gave me a slight bit of peace. Although, I was too emotional to speak at the moment. I wished he would say less of what he was saying now, and more about his life, his feelings, his dreams.
"You know we can't, Anakin. What are you doing here? What happened to you?" Obi Wan sounds genuinely concerned, and I can hear the edge of pain in his voice. I know he had been training Anakin since he was a little boy. Their relationship wasn't intimate, but Anakin was almost like a son to Obi Wan. I could only imagine the pain that came with watching your son become so angry.
Anakin laughed, a dark, menacing laugh. "What happened to me?" He retorted, spitting the question back at Obi Wan. "I had my eyes opened."
"Anakin, please, come with us." Obi Wan was quietly pleading. I know he wanted a peaceful solution to this, but I was doubtful that we would all leave this encounter alive. Anakin looked at Obi Wan, glancing at me for only a moment. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Those monsters need to pay for everything they've done. The cowards!" He threw his foot into the ground, and it left a cracked hole in the solid rock. I was afraid of the power he was yielding. I didn't want to be, I just wanted to be on his side.
"I don't understand, Anakin."
Anakin scoffed at him. "They sit on their high and mighty thrones, spitting out 'words of wisdom' that trap us within ourselves. They send us on missions not caring if we return. They exploit us, use our abilities to their advantage. We're all pawns in their game. But I will be no longer."
"Anakin." My voice comes out soft, cracking as it travels through my dry throat. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes, but I manage to hold his dark gaze. "Please, Anakin, I need y-"
The breath is knocked out of me as I'm sent flying away from them. My head hits the ground, and I see spots in front of my vision. Distantly, I hear the discharging of a light saber. I know they aren't actually far away, but everything feels out of my reach.
"Anakin," Obi Wan warned.
"I told you not to come."
Then it begins, the clashing of pure energy as their blades sparred. I struggled to clear my head and crawl back onto my feet. My forehead feels wet, I can't tell if it's from blood or sweat or tears. Perhaps it's a mixture of all of them.
Obi Wan lets out a grunt as he parries Anakin's anger driven blows. Attempting to keep my balance, I pull out my light saber and slowly approach their intense fighting. But I refuse to eject the blade. I don't want to accidentally hurt Anakin.
Standing by, I drop my light saber and watch the battle, ready to interfere at any moment. With a yell of pain, Obi Wan falls to the ground, his light saber sliding across the ground. Anakin raises his blade, about to strike.
I run in front of him.
"Anakin, please no!" I'm crying now, and my calm front has all but disappeared. I feel so lost, so desperate, and I need him to hear me. I'm begging him to hear me.
He looks at me, and I can see the conflict in his beautiful eyes. His face, although still contorted in anger, looks slightly concerned as he stares into my eyes.
Slowly, his hands lower. The blade is still at the ready, but he looks slightly less angry.
"I need you," I plead with him. "I don't want to be on a side if you're not there. Please stop fighting me, Anakin." Tears slip down my cheeks, and leave scorching trails as they fall. He looks at me, then sighs, a little more relaxed.
"Come with me then." He reaches one hand out, grasping mine gently. I can see the hint of love in his eyes, and his voice sounds almost like the first time I ever heard it, back on Korriban. I want to so badly, but do I support his plan?
Should I fight for him to come home?
Or should I follow him?
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