The sith rose out of the mists and into his head. Obi Wan
faced off against the damned male who had slain his master once more.
He could have done without the nightmares, thank you very much. His
saber ignited and he felt the anger and tears and rage again. He ran
to the red and black monstrosity and yelled out a highlander's war
cry.

As the mists parted again, the male was tumbling down the
shaft and Obi Wan was left with his blood on his conscience. Blood
and angered rage were the legacy left behind and haunted him. He
looked into it and found... Pleasure in it... Why?

The new day dawned and Obi Wan left his rooms to begin the
daily routines. Anakin was coming along splendidly in his training.
Obi Wan Kenobi was a great Jedi Master and all and sundry respected
him. If only he could let go of this darkness that tempted him so...

He wandered the streets that night after another nightmare.
He entered into a bar that no one would reconize him as a Jedi in. He
wore clothing that no one would know him in. He carried, besides his
hidden light saber, a weopon no Jedi would carry.

His vibro blade hummed a bit as he switched it on. He stared
into its light and mused on his darkness. This was not his first time
coming here. It would not be his last either.

This time, however, a fight broke out that reached out to
include him. A fellow being died at his hand. His vibroblade drew and
simultaniouly sealed first blood and last blood. Obi Wan's inner dark
side exhaulted and pleasure coursed through him as he felt the life
slip from the being. He dropped the blade and ran.

The next night, as the being who had died joined the black
and red sith, Obi Wan found himself back at the bar. This time an
admiring female found him. She had seen his prowess the night before.
Obi Wan didn't know what she wanted from him at first. Ten drinks
later and a short walk to her apartment, he found out. He reveled in
the degrading of the martial act. He did things with her that he
didn't know could be done. He enjoyed it thoroughly and wanted more.

Obi Wan changed then. By day, Obi Wan continued his celebrate
and holistic lifestyle as a Jedi Knight Master. By night, he became a
man who wallowed in sinful natures. He broke every code there was for
Jedi and enjoyed it.

It was not long before the sith found him

"Welcome, new found brother."

Obi Wan Kenobi stared back at this evil apparition. He could
barely believe that he was here and listening to the bastard that had
ordered his master slain. His master was gone, though. This man was
here, and he was offering him something he wanted. He wanted it badly.

The man cloaked in black held out a information cube. "This
will give you your answers and show you powers you never imagined
possible."

Kenobi licked his lips and looked around quickly before
taking the cube. He pocketed it and turned back to the man.

"I'll be in touch." The man rose and departed.

Kenobi took the cube home. He took it out of his pocket. He
put it on his night stand. He stared at it a long time. He lay down.
He slept.

His dreams were more vivid tonight, but instead of a
nightmare, he felt like it was an orgy of decadence and blood. In his
dreams he ruled everything and felt the power in his grip like a
mighty shaft between the legs of life's whore. He seized upon the
whore and fucked her right. The Jedi he spent the days with had no
conception of the beauty of raping life's very essense from her cunt.

He woke with teeth bared in a feral grin. He laughed. It was
the predator's challenge to the weak. He seized the cube up in his
hands. He opened it. The world exploded into touchable, breathable
darkness. It swallowed him whole.