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The room we are in is dark, and quiet. Dead bodies are scattered across the floor showing a scene of chaos and bloodshed. It is completely empty save for the 2 of us. Only the green and red glow and hum of our lightsabers would reveal that anyone was even there, everyone else had fled the scene long ago in terror and panic when it had all started.

When I had attacked.

"It isn't too late. Please turn away from this path. There is nothing but pain and suffering for you on it".

The fool! Why would I do that? The darkness is glorious, powerful, exhilarating. The feel of it burning through me is a sensation that cannot be matched. Anger, hatred, even fear all add to the whirlwind of power that swirls around me like a hurricane. A hurricane that sucks everything in, just waiting to be unleashed and destroy everything in its path. It's like fire roaring through my veins. It makes me sick the way he clings to his idealogic ramblings, limiting himself to just half his power. Only allowing himself to be half of what he could be in the Dark Side.

"The Dark Side is not the way Leia".

He stares at me, his eyes showing deep sadness and pain of betrayal. On some level deep inside it hurts knowing that I'm responsible for the pain in those eyes, there has always been a deep bond between us even before we knew we were brother and sister. I recognized him even when he burst into my cell on the Death Star all those years ago, I didn't know who or what he was at the time, but now I know it was the force speaking to me. Our bond became one of friendship, forged through the fire of war. He was my rock, my anchor that got me through it all as I was his. We saved each other, comforted each other through tragedy and loss, through the deaths of family and friends. We thought our bond to be an unbreakable one...now we are enemies fighting to the death. That part of me is far to gone to come back now.

"My name is Darth Sadus, you will address me as such".

"Then my sister is truly dead".

"Your sister has never been more alive".

He has the look of one who has seen to many wars. The deep pain of his eyes is still there, but his face has suddenly changed from a look of pain to a look of determination.

"I can't let it happen again Leia, the galaxy has suffered enough". He tells me in a sad voice. A part deep inside me regrets putting him in this position, pitting him against a family member once again.

"You would kill your own sister?"

"I will do my duty". At this he shifts his lightsaber into an offensive stance.

"And you will die".

Our lightsabers suddenly clash as the battle begins again. He is on the offensive forcing me back as I block his strikes in a defensive stance while giving up ground. His blows are strong and fast coming from all directions. His face a look of grim determination illuminated by the green light of his saber.

We battle through the devastated room. Chairs, furniture, tables lay broken on the floor amidst the scattered bodies. Lightsaber scorch marks on the walls. We've been fighting in here for hours, both of us are tired and evenly matched. Neither able to gain an advantage over the other. His strikes continue to come as he enhances them with the force looking for an opening to exploit to end the battle. We move across the room in a steady rythm block/parry/strike, he thinks he sees an opening but I quickly cut him off by jumping over his swing. He changes direction and I parry followed by a swift kick to my ribs that pushes me over a small railing onto the floor below. Wasting no time he jumps at me intent on finishing it, but I roll out of the way at the last second giving him a kick to the face for his troubles before jumping away.

"Not bad Luke, but you waste your abilities by cutting yourself off from the Dark Side. Join me and I'll show you the way to power beyond your wildest imagination".

"The Dark Side is not power, it is bondage".

"It is unlimited power brother, the power you were always destined to have. Join me and we can rule the galaxy together as we were born to".

"Never".

With that he launches his attack again, striking high and low. My red blade meeting his blow for blow. Our movements intricate with the skill only masters of the force possess. It is a dance to the death.

His attacks continue to come forcing me ever backwards as I struggle to block them. Fatigue begins to set in as the battle rages on, and I can tell it's becoming a factor for him too. I continue moving back until I spot an opening, bringing my saber up in a feint I swing it around followed by a swift kick and a force push that sends him flying. I quickly seize the momentum and attack bringing my saber down on him as he is on the ground, only to have it blocked and pushed away as he jumps to his feet. My attack continues forcing him on the defensive. Whereas his attacks are strong and powerful, mine are more quick and focused with the power of the Dark Side strengthening my blows. He has great difficulty blocking my strikes and I can tell he is tiring as my attack begins to wear him down. I can sense he is weakening and it draws me like blood in water. My lightsaber moves with tremendous speed continuing to force him back. Our blades clash high then I bring my saber down cutting slightly into his upper leg. He jumps away in pain and uses the force to heal the wound slightly. I don't give him time as I begin my furious attack again, moving in and striking from all directions. He is running out of room and energy to block as I grow ever stronger. The darkness roaring in my mind it consumes me completely, giving me strength and power as my strikes come faster and faster. A red blur of motion he can barely keep up with.

I can sense the battle is almost finished as I spot more and more openings and exploit them. Bringing my saber up followed by slashes at his legs and midsection he barely blocks. Luke is completely on the defensive now as my attacks rain down on him. The battle decisevely ends as my saber penetrates his defense and severs his right arm. He screams in agony holding the stump where his arm used to be as he crawls away from me. Part of me is horrified at what I have just done, the other part drinks it in and feels pleasure.

Luke stares up into my feral yellow eyes seeing the look of immense hatred on my face, the look of enjoyment in his pain. He doesn't see the shame and horror I feel inside. With a look of sadness he resigns himself to his fate.

The Dark Side is thundering in my mind, a storm of chaotic fury that is destroying me. The part of me that is still Leia fights against the darkness, screaming to stop. But she is ignored as I move towards him like a predator who is toying with its prey. She makes one last desperate plea as I raise my saber over him. I hesitate for a moment as memories begin to fly through my mind.

'I'm Luke Skywalker I'm here to rescue you!'

'Leia hear me...Leia!'

'The force is strong in my family. My father has it, I have it, and...my sister has it'

I see him bursting into my cell on the Death Star, the 2 of us at the Yavin Ceremony, at the base on Hoth, in the Falcon after Bespin, fighting Imperials on Endor, embracing after the battle in the Ewok Village. Memories of all the time we spent together race through my mind, I even see the two of us being held after we were born I am reminded of how unbreakable our friendship and love had once been, and in some way still was.

I hesitate, but only for a minute as I bring my saber down on him. The last thing he sees is the red glow of my blade and the feral yellow of my eyes. I can feel him pass into the force as my blade cuts into him, and the force lets out a great cry.

Deep inside I scream in pain, but that part is devoured by the darkness that has overwhelmed me.