And so he stood there, watching menacingly, just waiting to see what I would do. Unlike I, he didn't even seen to be prepared for a fight.

His stance was loose and wobbly, and his hands were tucked away into his pockets (which were much too small to hold his lightsaber). His jet black cloak also seemed to have suffered much wear and tear during more recent battles. He then smiled unsettlingly once again, as he began to let out a deep chuckle. "Well brother, are you going to just stand there all night? Or are you going to fight me like a man?"

I scoffed silently at his ignorance. I would never stoop so low. Only a sith would take the first strike, as the jedi believe there are other solutions. He hd never saw it that way. "I refuse to fight unless you prove that I have to, brother."

He huffed. "Still a coward I see... just like mother-"

"She wasn't your mothe-!!!" I quickly cut myself off. He had struck a nerve, and I almost caved, but I would not. "She wasn't your mother, old friend. Do not act as if she was."

"But I was always your brother, wasn't I?" He asked scornfully as he forcefully three a glass sculpture to the ground, shattering into a million pieces as it landed. "You always told me that I was special, like you! And that I could make a difference!!"

"You could've. It's much too late now brother. Look what you've done!"

"What have I done?! Hmm?!?" He began to pace. "What have I done so dreadful that my brother has finally noticed my existence after so long?!??! TELL ME!!"

"You killed children. Innocent, young, naive children!"

"They were dying! Their parents refused to let it happen! And they were suffering because of it..." He said with venom in his words. "...I saved them... I'm a hero."

"Society doesn't see it that wa-"

"To hell with society! To hell with the corrupt politicians! The crooked officers! The two-faced Jedi! To hell with the lot of them. Nobody needs their treachery to continue." He was now steaming with anger, hatred and scorn. He gave me a horrid look and his yellow sith eyes flashed red. "Besides.. look at this way........ there's a couple less people to worry about clogging up the population on this shithole of a planet."

Finally, he had pushed me to my breaking point. "Ergh! You sick, twisted, asshole!" I quickly pulled out my saber, the emerald blade extending with a swish as I lunged at him.

Expertly, he pulled out his own saber and used to block me, socking me in my stomach so hard I lost my breath, and then throwing me to the wall. "I have outgrown the Jedi. I have outgrown the sith. I am neither..." He started off as he drew closer. "But most of all.. I have long outgrown you, brother. Prepare to die. May you forever walk the earth as living force as you have always dreamed."

At that, the fight began. Our blades clashed and sparks flew. The battlefield was like a fireworks show of ruby and emerald. Each time he would swing, I would block, and so would he for my attacks. We were equally matched, and there was not telling which of us would leave the victor.

However, that all changed when he ducked below me and went to swing at my back. Although I dodged in time to save my life, I suffered a terrible burn down my spine. I grunted in pain as I quickly regained composure.

"You are weaker than before.." He said in a shocked yet pleased tone. "I almost feel bad for you."

Quickly I sprang in once again and we continued to fight until our last breaths. We would lock our blades together for minutes before knocking the other off balance for several occasions, only to have the weaker opponent quickly block a follow up move.

It was then that I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. "You fight just like father."

Suddenly he stopped, his saber closed and he stared at the ground for a second. He then quickly shot an angrier glare than before, shouting, "DON'T COMPARE ME TO HIM!!"

And again, we fought.

But it didn't last very long.

Finally, both of us had the other in an impossible situation. If either of us moved, we would be killed by the other.

Although you could probably tell how it ended,

Considering I'm the one telling the story...