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There is Death
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Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon
Archive: Master_Apprentice, my site at http://www.geocities.com/area51/keep/8613/artists.html, anyone else, just ask
Category: POV, Angst, Drama, DeathFic
Rating: R for implications
Spoilers: none
Summary: A Jedi's choice
Feedback: Very welcome.
Notes: I can't believe I wrote a deathfic. I should be ashamed.
Warnings: M/M relationship implications
Disclaimer: The Boyz aren't mine. This story is for the pleasure of the readers only. I don't make a thing.
He chose to die rather than Turn.
He chose to end his life rather than Turn to the Darkness, rather than turn to me.
He came of his own will to me and reveled in my touch. In pain and passion, he cried out the name I had given to no other. With him at my side, we would have been invincible, warriors such as the Dark had not seen in an eon. The Light would never have stood against us.
But then he remembered.
He remembered what he was, all that he had been and he compared it to what he had become.
I have been Sith for as long as I remember and I cannot recall a cry of anguish like the one he uttered at that moment.
He pleaded for my touch upon his flesh and then found he could not abide my touch upon his spirit. He stared at me with a raw horror on his face that I will carry to my dying day. Horror at the darkness that he'd so willingly embraced when he first came to me.
His grief and pain should have been the purest ambrosia to me but all I tasted was dust and emptiness.
If ever I had been able to feel guilt, the anguished cry of my apprentice would have touched me then. Instead, it brought a pure, utter hatred that I had never before achieved in my life, a hatred focused on the ones who had trained him so harshly that he could not accept my touch, the touch of my Darkness.
I showed him that there is more to life, more to the Force than a foolish, binding code of mere words carved in a wall. I showed him that there is emotion and there is passion.
In turn, he showed me that there is death.
I have only begged once in my life and he was too far lost in that damnable Light to hear.
There is death.
That word had no meaning for me before. Others might die but that mattered little for what were their lives worth?
But this - the death of my splendid Dark Jedi - this death took from me my cherished possession, my passionate one.
It took from me my beautiful Qui-Gon.
As the brilliance faded from his eyes, I came to understand my purpose.
The Jedi tore him from me with their repressive codes and their heartless morals. They would suffer for that sin against me.
There is death and it is coming for the Jedi.
THE END