*whispers* So... I had forgotten I wrote this a long while ago and just found it... I'm sobbing!
The rain drenched his hair, his clothes, and yet… he made no move from his position standing over their lifeless bodies. Why? Why?!
What had they ever done to anyone to cause this? A sharp pain ripped through his chest as he fell to his knees, grabbed both of their hands in his and placed them to his cheeks, a sob breaking his lips as he scrambled to try and wake them despite the blood that coated his hands.
It was at that point that he felt something between his shoulder blades, and a deep and gravely voice, “Up. Nice and slow…”
The anger that washed through him, drowned him in its presence was almost too much to hold onto, to unleash upon the unsuspecting hunter that was attempting to collect on what he believed was rightfully his. Those eyes that once were fully of love and devotion, of innocence, were now bathed red, hatred and malice carving it’s way through his veins, tainting him, burning him, twisting him.
And he didn’t know how, nor when, but as he stopped screaming, the hunter was beneath him, ripped to shreds, bloody and definitely not breathing any longer.
They were all dead, and he was the remaining survivor… He was no longer Riam… No, no longer that innocent boy that was bathed in light. He was now tarnished and wrapped in darkness, eyes burning pits and skin a pale green, hair grown wild and showing the effects of the darkside as well.
Years later, when the temple was in ruins and he was alone with just Atton, a Jedi appeared at the temple. He slaughtered her without a thought, laughing as she contacted the Council during their fight. They sent another, and another… and one fell before the next, each one failing at their task.
He had become the monster. He had become the beast. He had become what his “Daddy” and “Papa” once were before they had been reformed. Except… there was no one now to aid him back to the light.
He was a villain in his own story, with no way of once more becoming the hero. And as he sat there on his makeshift throne, Atton at his feet while another challenger came to take him down, he idly wondered what his life would have been like had they not fallen, had they all still been around.
And as blade sunk into flesh, scream breaking on lips before dying, he wondered what it would be like to be part of something larger, of a plan to decimate everything. Because the pain that ripped at him constantly from a heart that no longer beat was agony unfolded.