Don't Leave

Chapter Twelve

Trying to reach out for your saber, but to no avail you reach out your hand – grasping at the air around Luke. You watch the terror in his eyes as he realizes what you're doing.

"Hold on to me." Ben's gates were down and you were gripping onto his arm. The fear radiating off of him was causing you to begin to panic.

"Ben, no!" Luke screams as he watches Ben grasp your arm, the golden rim in his eyes disappearing. The two of their lightsabers were crashing into each other harder, each of them trying to overpower the other.

The hut around you splinters into what seems like thousands of shards; squeezing your eyes closed hoping that nothing gets into them.

As everything collapses over the three of you, you keep your grip tight across Ben's arm and you can feel his hand squeeze you gently on your thigh.

You can feel the panic in him growing as he feels you using the force to keep the rubble off of the two of you.

"Ben, you have to calm down." You don't take your eyes off the shrapnel as you slowly pull it towards the two of you, placing it gently on the ground around you but not letting a piece hit either of you. You can no longer sense Luke's presence, but you can't imagine that he was dead – not that easily at least.

Looking over at Ben, you can see it in his eyes that he is having a major panic attack. His eyes were dampened with tears, and his whole body was trembling on the bed. "Hey," you place your hand under his chin to pull him up to you, "it's okay. But we have to leave, right now."

His voice was broken and shallow, "Ok."

Pulling him off of his bed, the two of you pushed your way through the remnants of his hut. This hut that had grown to be a home of yours; you felt comfortable there, and more importantly the person who cared for you the most resided there for the majority of his life. With each step you took you tried to imagine what piece of the hut you stepped on. This was yet another home you had pulled down in anger and fear and you didn't know if you could ever bear to have another.

Looking over at Ben, you tried to imagine a future with him – a home with him – and you couldn't. There was nothing that made you feel that you could have a home that wouldn't go down in ruins because of you – even with Ben.

You could feel the darkness overtaking you as the two of you finally made your way completely out of the hut. The temple shined brightly in the distance and you watched as several students came out of their huts to see what all the ruckus was.

"Why?" Ben was screaming, tears were falling down his face – he kept his gaze at the temple.

Nothing could make you comprehend why Luke would try and kill his nephew. Staring at Ben, you could feel the darkness latching on to the last bit of light left in you; it was obvious that Ben was overtaken by his emotions as he never acknowledged the darkness encircling the two of you.

"Why?" Ben screamed again, this time pointing his saber towards the temple. Students gawked in fear thinking not only that he was going to harm them but that he had also just killed their Master.

Every ounce of your body was tingling in anger; your home is gone – not because of you but because of Luke. This temple, all of these students, they didn't understand what it was like to be you and Ben – to have darkness nipping at your ankles with every decision you made.

"Why did you do it?" his eyes were broken – you could tell he wasn't speaking to the temple itself, he was speaking to Luke. The person who raised him had just attempted to kill him moments earlier, and Ben was completely broken.