The Vengeance of A Sith.

Summary: Anakin is captured by Darth Algaroth a Sith Lord, formerly known as Aldous Payne, friend of Obi-wan Kenobi and Padawan at the Jedi Temple; nearly twelve years ago he was swayed to the dark-side, now he has returned for revenge.

Anakin: 15.



He was exhausted, delirious from pain and hunger; but it wasn't his wounds, or hunger that drove him from the refuge of the trees... It was thirst.

Anakin staggered out toward the river, waves of pain engulfing him with every step. His left arm was still held tightly against his chest, oozing sickly yellow green pus from where his wrist bones had broken through his skin.

He wasn't sure if he could reach the water, but his thirst was overpowering. He fell to his knees and crawled the last few feet, then stretched out on his stomach and gulped greedy mouthfuls of the cold water.

When his thirst was finally slaked, Anakin tried to stand. But he had reached the limit of his endurance, white spots swam before his eyes and his vision whirled before everything went dark and he slumped to the ground.


Obi-wan was close, he could feel his padawan nearby...

Until he had joined the search, Padme's men had been flying blind. Steering the speeder, Obi-wan tried to hold back his fear as he felt Anakin weakening. Hold on, Obi-wan begged, Just hold on a little longer, Anakin.

"You're sure we're close."

Looking at Padme, Obi-wan nodded, "I know we are."

Padme bit her lip as she glanced at him, "How badly is he hurt?"

"I don't really know," He could feel Anakin's pain, but he didn't know what injuries his padawan had- Obi-wan slammed on the brakes, leaping from the speeder.

Padme followed him, frowning, "What are you doing?"

"He's here," Obi-wan told her, scanning the area.

"I don't see him."

Obi-wan didn't either for a moment...

Then he saw the motionless figure laying near the river, "Anakin!" He ran forward, barely noticing as Padme rushed behind him. His knees slammed into the ground as he reached Anakin...

And the moment he laid eyes on his padawan, his horror was complete. He had burned gashes from a lightsaber all over his body, but it was his left arm that made Obi-wan cringe.

"Oh my..." Padme dropped to the ground beside him, her eyes with with horror. Swallowing, she took a deep breath, "The Medical transport is only a few minutes away." Padme said quietly as she gently reached out to lay a hand on Anakin's forehead, "He's burning up."

"Move back," Obi-wan told Padme, he closed his eyes, laying his hand over Anakin's forehead, reaching for the Force to heal away the fever burning through his padawan.

Anakin's eyes flew open, and he struggled, weakly trying to dislodge his hand. "It's alright," Obi-wan gently held Anakin still, forcing him to look at him as his padawan continued to struggle. "Anakin, It's me!"

Anakin froze, staring up at Obi-wan, barely daring to believe... "Master?"

"You're safe now, Anakin." Obi-wan told him, reassuring him, "Just relax."

Anakin's gaze flicked to Padme, he smiled at her, eyes shining with delight as he recognized her. "Hi, Padme."

"Ani..." Tears filled her eyes as Padme stared at him, he was so badly injured.

"I'm... alright..." Anakin said weakly, reaching out with his right hand to grasp hers.

Padme shook her head, he was not alright. "The medical transport will be here soon," then they could get him the help he needed.

As he looked down at his padawan, Obi-wan felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. This was his fault, Anakin had been hurt because of him-


Frowning at Anakin, Obi-wan shook his head, "What?"

"It wasn't... Your fault..." Anakin said weakly as he stared up at him.

Obi-wan closed his eyes, "He came after you, to get to me." He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Anakin."

His breath shaking, Anakin reached out with his uninjured hand and grasped Obi-wan's arm. "Did you look for him?"

His eyes flew open, to look at Anakin in shock. "Of course I looked for him!" Although it didn't surprise him that Algaroth had told Anakin otherwise. "Master Qui-gon and I followed every lead we could find-"

"Then how is it your fault... That he gave up before you could save him?" Anakin asked, smiling at Obi-wan weakly. "You're not to blame... For anything he chooses to do." His vision blurred, fading until he saw nothing but darkness.


The first thing she felt was pain, as she weakly looked at her captor. She then glanced at her multiple injuries. Amongst only a few of the many that she had... her right leg was broken in a least 3 or more different places... Her pelvis and her right shoulder blade had both been crushed. Yet she still couldn't give up, she knew Ani would come for her...

But as she looked into her captor's angry eyes, she felt that she would not be alive when her son came. As she felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs along with the pain from her injuries and the possible infections she had received, she started to cry. Not for herself, but for Ani... he would be torn when he saw her in this condition.

Desperately she called out to him with her mind... Hoping that even though she wasn't a force sensitive that he could somehow hear her. 'Ani... help me!'


Anakin's eyes suddenly flew open as he gasped for breath. Blindly trying to sit up only to be pushed back down. He began to panic, until a voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Anakin, calm down. You're safe now... he wouldn't dare attack you here." Anakin shook his head, trying desperately to sit up again.

"I have to save her!" His Mother... Algaroth had his Mother! "He took her... he has my mother..." He struggled as Obi-wan pushed him back down again, "... I have to go save her!"