The Lucky One (a Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 42

Shawn's pov

I wake to a pounding headache, much worse than any I have had before.

Wanting to ignore my headache in hopes that it will just go away, I lay down again, trying to get some more sleep since I have nothing better to do.

A few minutes later, as I am beginning to doze off, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, right where my heart is, making me on alert instantly.

While wincing, I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, wondering why I feel this pain.

"Help," I say inside my mind, hoping that Sidious will be able to make this pain go away. I doubt he will though. In fact, he probably is causing me to feel this pain.

Has he finally found a way to kill me?

"Please, don't let him kill me," I think desperately inside my mind, not wanting to die. I'm only fifteen! I have my whole life ahead of me! I can't die yet! Please, someone save me, don't let him kill me!

"Please," I think again as the pain in my chest gets much worse.

It takes a few pain-filled seconds to realize that I actaully said the word out loud like I wanted to, something that I haven't been able to do for so long.

In an instant, I forget about the pain in my chest, for the first time in what feels like years feeling a little hope again.

A minute later, the pain in my chest fades away completely. As the pain leaves it takes away the crushing weight that I had been feeling, afterwards making it seem as if I had never felt either to begin with.

Slowly, I sit up, feeling much lighter and freer than I have for so long.

I just sit here, my breath held in anticipation as I wait to hear his voice in my head, bragging over how badly he has hurt Rider today, one of his favorite things to do since he knows how much I care about Rider.

Silence.

No laughter, no cruel remarks, just silence. Peaceful silence that I never imagined I would hear again.

I take a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to do this, because, if this doesn't work, I don't think that I will be able to take having my hopes raised this high just to be destroyed again.

Once I release the breath, just above a whisper, I hesitantly ask, "Can I really talk again?"

I smile widely, filling with relief when I speak the words out loud once again. It's finally over! Rider must have found a way to kill Sidious! He did it! He saved me!

"Thank you, Rider," I whisper as tears spring to my eyes, feeling so overjoyed to no longer feel Sidious' dark presence and mocking tone of voice.

I am finally free from Sidious! Free from the pain he caused. Free from the helplessness he created. Rider has granted me freedom!

"If only I could be freed from these cuffs too," I mutter as I stare at these cuffs, wondering how I can get out of them.

After a few minutes of not coming up with any ideas, I give up, deciding that being in cuffs isn't so bad now that Sidious is gone.

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Anakin's pov

I exit the blissful world I had been in when I feel a sharp flare of pain in my leg, it forcing me to return back to reality.

After a few seconds of wishing that I had never woken up, I begin to panic, suddenly remembering that we confronted Sidious to rescue Rider. What happened? Did we kill Sidious and the Sith who hurt me?