The things a friend can change

The dark side

(Anakin's POV)

I was this mindless merciless monster, swinging my lightsaber in random directions. It didn't matter what I hit, as long as it meant that they felt the pain that I do. That's right, I'm angry. Far beyond angry at this point. Nothing mattered anymore apart from making them all burn and suffer. I want them dead, I want them tortured, I want them to feel the wrath of messing with the wrong Jedi!

Forget about all the philosophies that tell me how 'revenge is not the Jedi way', or 'A wise Jedi must have self-restraint'. Screw all of that right now. Who the f*** cares! There's almost no point in keeping in the anger and hatred. The only thing that can serve me justice is if they all rot in hell!

All the hunters were now laying there completely motionless, their wife and children rushing to their aid.

Just seeing the ugly faces of tusken raiders made me blood thirsty. I thought that killing the hunters who tortured my mother was enough, but apparently not. No, I must have my revenge. I will burn every single one of them, they all have to suffer for what their hunters have done to me. My mother was the one who cared for me, and now even she's gone.

(VIOLENCE WARNING)

Kicking and punching, I enjoyed leaving them all in agony. I enjoyed the sounds of cracking bones and dislocated joints. Every punch I landed would end up with a large 'splat', as they would be either dead, or one punch away from that.

I chopped off the legs of a certain female raider that approached me, before punching him in the face and severing his arms as well. I kicked and kicked and kicked her brutally, regardless of the fact that she was now on the sandy ground.

Ounces of blood left her at every second, as joints and bones cracked with every hit. I hate them! I hate them all! They must all be tortured, they must all die the worse deaths in the galaxy!

The children screamed in agonizing pain, watching how both their parents were slain dead on the ground, their bodies lying in a puddle of blood.

Then I came for them. They fought and protested against me. But to no unveil, none of them succeeded in even landing a hit onto me.

Pain, I need your pain. I need all your pain!

That was the only thought that entered my mind.

My bright blue blade dominated the houses, lighting them all on fire. The men and women were all dead, killed by my own hands. Some of their blood was still splattered around my clothing, but the only thing I thought of now was to give everyone miserable pain.

(VIOLENT ENDED)

I'm going to make sure they know who their messing with. I'm going to make sure they wish they'd never messed with Anakin Skywalker!

When the last of them were gone, I couldn't help but feel even more hungry for blood. Apparently, the further I get, the deeper I go. None of the blood I spilt would help my wounds, regardless of how many I have killed.

It didn't matter. I will keep hunting for them, I will destroy every last one of them until I would finally feel happy. The temptation to kill innocence was now done completely out of instinct.

At that very moment, I didn't feel any sign of sympathy anymore. I didn't feel anything, apart from the want to slay off the heads of my enemies.

Seeing as how there was no one there for me to kill. I raised my anger to a completely different level. I was so angry that I was starting to shake the entire planet. The planet's core bubbled, within a second it was about to spill out onto the crust.

That was when "Anakin please don't do this, come back to me. Don't turn to the dark side, you know it will only bring you down a darker path. You have to turn back before it's too late! I love you Anakin, and I know there is still good in you, there always will be."

"Barriss" I mumbled.

Suddenly, my eyes felt heavy. I seemed to have finally woken up from my long impending dream. Only it wasn't a dream. It was all real. I killed so many. Not just the men, but the women, and the children too.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"I'm sorry, please — for – forgive me."

Tears were starting to brim down my cheeks. They wouldn't be kept in no matter how hard I tried. I knew there was no turning back, and yet I just had to continue. I am so sorry.

Once again thanks for all the support, I would also like to inform you that I have recently published a new book titled "Barriss x Caleb one-shots", exploring some stories that are both similar and different to this story, except the fact that it is broken down into far shorter stories.

Alongside that, "Star Wars lemon: Male reader x various females" for those older and more masculine people who have the luxury of exploring my more lemony side. 

Hopefully you enjoy those two other stories as well, or just the one other one if you don't fit the description for that other book. 

I would say Merry Christmas, but we're just not quite there yet. Be sure to stay safe, I'm sure no one would like a toxic Christmas, and my deepest condolences for those who are currently in danger.