✂ ( OOPs )
Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.
A rift had slowly been forming between the two of them. Whether Luke had felt it too, Aniasis was not sure. Whenever she looked at the young man, all she saw was his birth mother. The woman with her nose perpetually in the air and that annoying, almost whiny voice. There was never a true chance that Luke and Aniasis could be close. Padme ruined it from beyond grave.
Eventually, she knew, that communications would break down between them, as well as father and son. Maybe he would flee to the Rebellion or just run off with wild abandon like her sister did. Either way, Luke could certainly become a thorn in the Empire’s side. What was a thorn for the Empire was a thorn for Lord Vader which was one for her as well.
Luke had to be eliminated.
She searched her medical equipment for just the right instrument. Aniasis knew exactly how she’d do it. Many of the tools were ones she frequently used to bandage her husband up and all the medications were prescribed to him. Lord Vader lived in a fragile state of homeostasis and rarely stayed in good health for very long.
Aniasis put on a single, sterile rubber glove and ripped open a packaged and preloaded syringe, inserting the needle and squeezing out any air bubbles. She wanted to kill Luke, but she didn’t want him to suffer an air embolism. She was careful to never touch the syringe with her ungloved hand. The medication in the syringe was a sedative meant for her husband. For a man his size, the entire contents could sedate him for a day and a half. For someone like Luke, it could kill in seconds.
She knew where Luke was. Carefully, she crept up behind him. She grabbed him, jamming the needle into his neck and pressing the plunger on the syringe down, emptying it’s contents into his system. Seconds later, she felt him go limp and she dropped his dead body to the floor.
