I knew he was here. I had felt his presence, but not believed it at first. He was dead, or so I had believed for a long time. But the feeling of his presence was strong, he was here and alive. And I was going to take the pleasure of killing him. After all he had done to me, it was the LEAST I could do.

Down the corridors I strode until I came to a perfect spot to wait for him. I could feel him walking towards me. I ignited my saber and waited. I was dying to show the old man the power I had now, that the Dark side of the force gave me. To prove to him that HIS way had failed. As I had thought, after a minute I saw him, and he saw me. Obi-Wan. A part of me yearned for him to save me from this imprisonment, but I quieted that part because it was from the Dark Side ONLY that I could have so much power. Power. It is all I live for now.

Obi-Wan ignited his light saber. The Anakin in me was screaming that this was wrong. I couldn't kill Obi-Wan, we had had so many good times together! But that was then, and this was now. Besides, maybe when I killed my old master the Anakin in me would die, for good.

"I've been waiting for you Obi-Wan; we meet again at last. The circle is now complete, when I left you I was but a learner; now I am the master." I took pleasure in letting him know that I was the most powerful now. I was going to win this fight.

Obi-Wan replied, "Only a master of evil Darth!"

Then the fight began. Obi-Wan swung. Our light sabers hissed as they clashed. Obi-Wan spun and hit my light saber, but I pushed him back, barely missing him. My saber made a gash in the wall instead. We continued to fight, but I was easily winning. Obi-Wan had become weaker, he did not have a chance against me.

"Your powers are weak old man," I pointed out to him, hoping to drain his confidence a little. I hated the determination he still held on his face.

"You cannot win Darth; if you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine,"

Obi-Wan told me calmly.

The way he so calmly said that disturbed me a bit.

Was he lying? Of course he was! He was weak and had no energy to get power from. He could get no power from the light side! But there was still the uneasiness of doubt eating at me. After more lightsaber clashes I spat at him, "You should not have come back!"

We continued to fight, but I didn't have to try that hard to hold Obi-Wan back. I blocked his swings sensing his next moves through the force, but didn't put to much energy into mine. I was waiting for the right opportunity to make the fatal blow. But my mind wandered once again. What Obi-Wan said had to be a lie. How powerful could a weak man like him become once dead, even with the force?

We continued to fight, and I felt the presence I had felt earlier, one I had not felt since HER. It made the Anakin in me get stronger, and some memories of my youth and of her returned. No! I couldn't let them weaken me. I let a surge of anger flow through me, and it quieted my good side, and gave me extra strength. The boy came closer to us and cried, "Ben?"

Obi-Wan glanced toward the voice and a small smile formed across his face. What did he think was so funny? Ha, I'd show him what was funny!

Obi-Wan raised his light saber and I took my chance, I swung my light saber across his chest.

"No!" The boy and a part of myself both cried.

But all that fell were robes. I searched and felt for Obi-Wan, in vain. I cursed myself. He had let himself be killed, and I had fallen into his trap! What he had said I now knew was true, he had become something more powerful.