last_ofthe_jedi (last_ofthe_jedi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-30 22:09:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | anakin skywalker |
Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion
Who: Anakin Skywalker narrative
Where: Anakin's Apartment then a bar
When: Late Tuesday evening
What: Anakin's dreams lead to a late night drink. Which leads to trouble.
Warnings: This'll be R for violence.
Status: Closed and Complete
They came light hot darts, sticking into the depths of his mind, burning him, flashing images before him. Nothing was coherent, just images here or there. Padme, staring up at him, fire behind her. Then her turning away, followed by a voice, "I sense great fear in you." The world turns to black, and there is a red haze, surrounded by blackness, with images of Padme's face lurching forward through the clouded memories. She's dying, she's in pain, she's in terrible, terrible pain. How can he hope to save her?
Her image blackens, a burning pyre, and then screams. Shouts. It's the Tusken Raiders, that distinctive howl, and cries of terror; animal in nature, but almost human. They're being slaughtered. So much rage pumps into his heart, Anakin growls as his lightsaber blazes. The blue light slashes through them. The women, the children, gutted like cattle. The men thrown through walls, or crushed in a fury of the Force. A voice crying out his name from the heavens, "No Anakin! Stop Anakin!"
But it's not enough. Soon he's back on the homestead, Padme's with him, but he's furious with himself. He killed them, he directs his anger at that, but he knows the truth. They deserved to die, because they killed the one he loved. They killed his mother. And the Jedi, they let it happen. They were to blame, because they let slavery exist. When he looks at Padme, he knows he must protect her. He loves her, and he must do everything in his power to keep her safe. Determination then, to become the most powerful in the Force, to be the chosen one he's claimed to be, and kill anyone who threatens her.
There's a blackness in his heart, it fills him and sinks into him deeper still. It's cold, and grips at his heart, then there's a deep breath in the shadow of his dreams, which causes Anakin to stir awake. Sitting up quickly, but even as he sits there the images are still in his mind. The corpse of his mother, Padme's tears and wails of pain. And Yoda's warning: "I sense much fear in you..."
Shaken from his slumber, Anakin quickly stood from his bed, the light blue of the neon lights cascading in strips along his wall as it broke through the blinds on his window. Another night of not being able to sleep. Throwing on some clothes, Anakin looked in the mirror; his eyes were different somehow, their shade off. He rubbed at them, shook his head and figured it was a trick of the light.
Moments later, Anakin's motorcycle pulled up in front of one of his favorite little dive bars. Flight jacket, jeans, and a white t-shirt. It was a quick throw on and a quick hop to the bar. He promised himself just a couple of drinks to shake off the images that were haunting him.
Once inside, Anakin moved to the bar ignoring the regulars who were seated around the place making their own way in life. Taking his own seat at the counter, Anakin ordered his usual and tried to quiet his mind as he drank. He let the night cloud his own mind, trying to forget the thoughts he had raging on, he could still feel that darkness gripping at his heart. It squeezed with a heavy feeling, as if it would kill him if he didn't satiate it. He tried to ignore it, but it didn't let him. It clung and gripped and tightened itself.
A ruckus in the corner drew his attention next. Turning his head back towards said corner, Anakin noticed a few men and women picking on a young couple. Harassing them really. He looked towards the bartender who simply shrugged, he'd tried earlier but they didn't seem to listen and it wasn't like the cops cared much about this place.
Anakin pushed to his feet and began to make his way to the group, and came to stop near them all, "I think you guys have had enough, why don't you leave them alone and move on?"
The men and women turned to face him, laughing at the smaller looking kid with no back up. They just looked away from him and Anakin snarled a bit, feeling his hand clutching into a fist before he spoke up, "I said... leave them alone."
The bar grew a bit quiet, realizing there was about to be a bit of a scuffle, and there was a good chance this kid was about to die that night. The group faced him once more, and this time the laughter subsided enough when they all realized the kid was silent. Instead they seemed annoyed. They approached him, and one of them spat at Anakin's feet, "Boy, I think you're playing the wrong game. Why not scurry off if you know what's good for you?"
Anakin didn't budge, and he could feel his heart pumping more. That grip on his heart was beginning to loosen. Oh it was excited, it was happy with this. He looked between the group, at each of their members and tilted his head to the side without saying anything.
"Hey, didn't you hear him?" The 40 something-looking biker woman spat towards Anakin, before reaching out to shove him, "I said didn't ya--" Then her wrist was caught in Anakin's. He twisted her arm to the side and looked over towards her, and shoved her away. But there was something more behind it, and she went stumbling back through a couple of tables. He blinked, and looked to his fingers and hands. His mind flashed suddenly, and he stepped to the side to watch a fist fly past him. Turning to face the one who swung at him, Anakin threw his hand towards him and the man went flying through the air at high velocity. Slamming into the back wall.
Anakin blinked and grinned. The Force was with him.
And suddenly the 'battle' ensued. Anakin thrust his hand to the side, a table flying through the air to crash into one of the others, slamming him into a wall. As the table shattered, the leg flew through towards Anakin's hand and he caught it, spinning to slam it into the head of another, before letting it go and Force flinging it into the nearest threat. And then he sprung into action. Anakin swung beneath kicks, punches, swings from chairs. He twisted past some, and kept launching people into walls. Grabbing one by the back of the head he slammed his face hard into a table at break neck speed.
Blood splattered across the table and floor, and Anakin twisted on two of them running at him and he lifted both hands causing them to both lift into the air. He smiled, a grotesque smile, and slammed both hands back towards the ground and behind him. Both man and woman went flying face first into the floor, behind him, at hard velocity. They crashed into and skidded along it, in a lump. He finally spun on the last one and held his hand out towards him, the man suddenly blinking as he felt himself beginning to choke.
As Anakin lifted the man from the floor with the Force, he watched the man struggle with catching his breath. He could hear the gurgling of his breath, watched the waving of his feet, and Anakin just slowly approached him. The bar began to empty, and the bartender reached for the phone. Anakin thrust out his other hand and the phone smashed in, before Anakin looked at him, "I won't kill him. But they won't be bothering you again..."
Anakin turned to the other man. Staring at him. Before finally dropping him to the floor in a heap, "If I ever see you again, harassing another person, I will finish the job."
Stepping over the heap of a man, Anakin moved towards the couple who'd been harassed, but they both looked in fear at him and scrambled away, "You're a freak! Stay away from us!" The couple ran off and Anakin blinked, before looking towards the bartender, then shook his head. Turning towards the door, he moved to exit the bar. Once outside, on his own, Anakin looked down towards his hands. Thinking of the power he'd felt, the power he could wield. He closed his hand into a fist and he closed his eyes. He could see the image, clearly, for the first time in years. His mother's body, decapitated, by the drug cartel. He'd always avoided that image, but today... today it would fuel him.
Opening his eyes he sneered, before moving towards his bike once more.