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Fiendish Human Being

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Keep in mind, Ahsoka is watching everything,

Anakin's POV
The arrow was pulled from the now dead man, "What's wrong? You were all so confident a few seconds ago, smirking and laughing, what happened?" Luke teased with a head tilt as he twisted the arrow in the air in circles near them, "You only feel an ounce of power when you have us shackled, don't you? That's pretty pathetic."

It was Luke talking, but I barely recognized him right now.

"I'll ask one time, where are the girls that were dropped off here? I know they aren't dead." He pointed at them with two fingers, causing the arrow to fly forward and stop just before it went through an eye. The man it went to flinched back, the rest were frozen in place, too afraid to move.

"We don't know, they ran off." One finally admitted, his eyes locked on the arrow that threatened his life.

"Unharmed?" Luke questioned.

Silence.

"Unharmed?" He repeated more sternly.

My mouth hung agape as I stared at him, shocked at the amount of hostility coming from him. He's always displayed a calm and collective demeanor.

Also, what the hell was that Mother comment? Is he losing his sanity already?

"One was unharmed, the other—" The speaker swallowed nervously, sweat beginning to drip from his forehead, "The other was hit, I can't tell you where, I really don't know they left quickly."

"Thank you," Luke looked like he was ready to kill them. Until I grabbed ahold of his wrist. His eyes met mine. He furrowed his brows, annoyed, "What are you—"

"Put your arm down Luke." I forced it down, the arrow dropped from mid-air and landed on the floor, "You're a good kid, and I know you're angry," His kind heart was used and abused by a child of all people, of course he's angry. Though I wonder how many times he's fallen for treachery to warrant a response like this, "But you don't have to kill them."

"So what?" He snapped, gesturing at them, "These men who have probably killed dozens of our kind get to just walk away and live? You think they deserve that? They used a fucking child to lure me into their trap. They prey on the most kind-hearted people. It's sick."

I shook my head, "I never said that. Just get this collar off of me, okay? They can be dealt with another way."

He glanced at the men, "Where do you think you're going?" He used the force to bring them to their knees after they had tried to make a run for it, "Who has a key?"

They pointed at the dead man on the floor lying in the dirt face first. I walked over to him and searched his pockets until I got the key and removed the collar from myself. The feeling of the force coming back to is surreal; think of a drug addict getting the fix they've been craving for days.

I put the key in my pocket in case we need it later, "Okay so what are we going to do with them? Tie them up for now, or?" Luke questioned and I glanced over at the men still on their knees.

I sighed quietly to myself knowing what I was going to have to do, "No." I raised the arrow from the floor, along with the arrows still in each of their quivers. About a dozen, possibly more were in the air. It was easy getting the arrows to go where I wanted; through an eye, through a neck, through a heart. Each of them died at the same time, yet in different ways.

Luke stood next to me, looking confused and surprised, "I thought you said—"

"I said you didn't have to kill them. I didn't say anything about me." I've already done some unspeakable things so this isn't much for me. Much like how I do for (y/n), I do things so others don't have to, "You were right, we couldn't let them walk away after everything they've done. They had to die, there was no doubt in my mind about that. But I couldn't let you do it, even if they deserve it, this can haunt you."

"You've done something like this before, haven't you?" He asked, low.

Silence sat between us as we never broke our eye contact. For a moment I envisioned what I had done, I heard the screams and the cries and pleas for mercy from the sand people. I felt so much fear, and so much confusion from them. Many had nothing to do with what happened, but in that instance I truly could not care less, "I'm not proud of it and the burden of that nightmare is not something I'd wish on anyone else." I looked down at the ground, too ashamed to keep looking into his eyes.

I was waiting for a scolding or even disgust, until I felt a hand on my shoulder, "Dies with me."

He was the first person I told this to, it felt freeing to get it off my chest, "It has to."

"Come on," He gestured for me to follow him, "We need to go and find the girls."

The girls.

"Speaking of them," I paused our search before it could begin, "What did you mean when you asked where your Mother was?" I can't believe I almost forgot to ask this, as if it wasn't gnawing at the back of my mind since I heard him say it.

He quickly looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

I stepped in-front of him as he attempted to walk away, "Yes you do Luke." I had my thoughts running to try and make sense of it myself, but I couldn't. Nothing made any sense to me, "You told me your Mother was dead. Was that not true?"

He appeared to be getting more uncomfortable with each question, "She is dead. I don't know why I said it."

"You're lying," I accused, "Your heart rate doubled in seconds. Just tell me the truth, you can trust me. Is she really dead?"

He looked around us before looking back at me with a long sigh, "Drop it, Anakin. It was a slip of the tongue, that's all. All of this and seeing the blood just brought back some bad memories, there is nothing else to it."

I didn't believe him, not one bit. But prying isn't going to get me anywhere except on his bad side, again.

Both of us quickly diverted our attention to bushes near us that were shuffling around. Just when I was about to be on high alert, a familiar face emerged, "Ahsoka," I sighed with relief. If she's here, (y/n) isn't far. But then realization sunk in and I was unsure of what she heard or saw.

"Are you okay?" Luke asked, "Are you hurt? Where's—"

"I don't condone what I just saw, but the only alternative to accepting it is telling the council." Her eyes shifted between us both, "But that's not something I can do to friends, so I'm going to pretend it never happened."

Luke and I looked at each other for a minute before giving Ahsoka our attention again, as if we were all silently agreeing to take it all to our graves. We kill bad people all that time, that's no secret, but these men were unarmed and on their knees—killing them as we did was a crime against the Jedi code, "Please tell me (y/n) is with you?"

"No," She replied and my chest tightened, "But she's not far from here and she is okay. The last time I saw her she was sleeping, and before you say anything to her Master Skywalker, this was all on me. I dragged her here and hardly gave her a choice."

"I figured that already," I tried to hide my frustration given everything she saw and heard. I didn't need to give her a reason to change her mind and run to the council as soon as we get out of here, "I don't care whose idea it was, I just want us all to get home safely before Obi-Wan informs the council we're missing and cause an uproar." I don't know how long I was unconscious for, but judging by the time of day, it's safe to say we still have a couple of hours.

"These hunters can't be trapped here all day, there has to be a ship somewhere on the island for them to make a getaway incase of emergencies." Luke scanned our surroundings, "I'll see if I can find something, you two get back to (y/n) and Cal. Wait for me there, I'll find you."

Before either of us could protest or offer to go with him, he was gone.

I sighed quietly and looked at Ahsoka who was staring in the direction where Luke ran off. Her expression held shock and confusion, "He's the reason we got caught and tossed here, so he's probably trying to redeem himself by being the hero."

She slowly nodded, "Yeah, I suppose so. Come on let's get you back to your padawan, and I would also love to hear how the great Anakin Skywalker got bested and landed himself here."

Ahsoka's POV
Anakin didn't catch it, how did he not catch it?

Luke mentioned Cal, yet I hadn't told him he was here nor did I mention if he was even alive.

So how did he know that he and (y/n) were together?

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(Y/n)'s POV
I opened my eyes. The crackling of the fire had woken me and the flames were shining bright right in front of me. I sat up quickly and flinched at the pain in my shoulder, "Fuck," I whispered to myself as I held back a scream. It was hurting a little worse than before and I was worried it was starting to get an infection.

"Careful, I barely got the bandage to stay on, the bleeding hasn't stopped yet." Cal was by my side in seconds and applying pressure to my wound.

No wonder I felt dizzy, who knows how much blood I've lost, "Cauterize it." I spoke through the pain.

"(Y/n) I don't have anything to numb—"

"I don't care," I cut him off, "Please just do it before I bleed out all over this floor."

He sighed to himself, "Fine, just sit here and give me a minute."

I nodded and I heard him shuffling around his belongings before grabbing something metal and placing it in the fire. I soon realized something crucial was missing, "Where's Ahsoka?" I asked, looking around the small room.

His jaw clenched momentarily before I watched him compose himself, "Getting food, maybe. Possibly dead. I don't know, she took it upon herself to leave while we were sleeping." His tone was sour.

"You can go after her."

He shook his head as he exhaled heavily through his nose, "I'm not leaving you here. If something happened to her and then something happens to me, you'll die here in this condition."

It was horrible feeling to be this helpless, "Well it's a good thing she's a survivor, I have no doubts that she'll be back." I assured him, noticing his anger was coming from worry. He reminded me a lot if someone right now.

He made his way back to me and lowered the clothing from my shoulder, "I hope so," He mumbled low. He grabbed a piece of cloth and gave it to me to place into my mouth, "Bite down hard and try not to scream too loud, this is going to hurt. A lot."

I nodded and took a few deep breaths, preparing myself for the unbearable pain. He pressed the hot metal to my skin and my eyes widened as I screamed into the cloth. It felt like the pain would last forever and it got worse with every passing second. Tears fell from my eyes as I dropped my head down, a puddle should be forming at my knees with how much I was crying.

Finally it was over, until I heard the most dreadful words, "I have to do the front now, near your collarbone."

I turned and glared at him, my eyes were likely bright red. I spit the cloth out and squinted at the sunlight in my eye coming from the caves entrance, "Seriously?" I know I asked for this, but I didn't expect it to hurt as bad as it did. I was expecting a ten out of ten pain, not a hundred out of ten.

He held a sympathetic expression, "Unfortunately—wait," His head turned quickly and he stared at the entrance of the cave, "The cover, it's not on fully." He said low, almost in a whisper.

I saw what he saw, the cover for the cave was off by about an inch, clearly showing this was an open cave instead of a grassy wall, "Fix it." I told him.

He faced me again, this time with his finger to his lips, warning me to stay silent. I then heard what he was listening to, footsteps nearby. Voices talking, laughing. Not the voices of anyone we'd consider friendly either, and I distinctly recognize one of them, it belonged to the man who shot me.

"Well now this is new," He said, and suddenly the entire cave was lit with the sunlight after the cover was ripped off. Once again I was face to face with this fiendish human being, "I thought I heard screaming."

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Lowkey starting to regret this plot, I feel like I'm boring everyone with it. I promise to get it over with soon and get back to the goood stuff.