Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels or anything affiliated with such.

So, this is based on after Visions and Voices. I hope you enjoy it.

Green. Everything was a haze of green, fluttering around like smoke from a campfire. The numbing buzz that accompanied the mystical fog caused Ezra's head to spin in alarm. Where was he? His heart beat harder in his chest, the fear of unknown overtaking any other thought. He couldn't see anything but green.

Green here.

Green there.

Green eyes staring.

Green smoke.

Ezra paused a moment, looking back. Did he imagine that?

"Ezra." A faint voice whispered. Ezra sucked in a breath, his eyes widening in surprise.

He most definitely did not imagine that. Turning his head left and right, he tried to diagnose where the voice came from. When he identified no threat, he sighed. Nobody was around.

"Ezra!" Ezra flinched, flipping around, only to come face to face with a pair of glowing green eyes. A pair of eyes he knew all too well.
Kanan.

Ezra winced, jumping back at the cold glare of Kanan's green eyes, which bore into his blue ones. For the most part, Kanan's face was neutral, as if he were a droid on power-down mode.

As Ezra took a tentative step forward, he brought his hand to Kanan's face, waving it over the man's eyes.

"Kanan?" Ezra's voice was quiet, feeling helpless under his master's dull gaze.

"Our due must be paid." Kanan said in a hushed and distorted voice. A flash of blue contrasted with the green fog, causing Ezra to jump back and instinctively reach for his lightsaber. It clashed against Kanan's blue one.

"Kanan! Snap out of it. Whatever's got a hold of you, you need to fight it!" A crooked smile flashed on the man's face. Whoever this was, it wasn't Kanan.

Not anymore.

Pushing Kanan back, Ezra readied himself for another oncoming attack from the man, who simply tilted his head at the boy. What he didn't expect, however, was the sound of another lightsaber being ignited. Flipping his head around, Ezra was just in time to see a black saber slicing toward him. He jolted in surprise and lifted his lightsaber to block it, narrowly missing being hit. Lifting his head to glare at the newcomer, Ezra was taken aback as he soon recognized the person behind the blade.

That hair. Those colors. Ezra's eyes widened in horror. Sabine was standing there, her messy white and purple hair covering her eyes like a canopy. A sliver of green shone behind the cracks of her hair, causing her demeanor to falter.

"Sabine, it's me. It's Ezra!" Hoping to coax her back, Ezra approached cautiously, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. Sabine let out a snarl, causing Ezra to flinch, gripping onto his lightsaber tightly.

"You belong to us, boy!" Kanan and Sabine snarled, charging toward Ezra. Kanan swung hard, knocking Ezra back. He let out a groan as he collapsed onto the ground.

Quickly, he shook off his fall and noticed his lightsaber near Sabine's feet. Ezra called it to him using the force, beckoning it to him.

But that didn't happen.

A panic began to build in Ezra as he tried calling on the lightsaber again. It didn't move.

"Our due must be paid." Kanan hissed out, walking with his lightsaber dragging on the ground. The sparks caused Ezra to flinch and cower away. Sabine mirrored Kanan, dragging her dark saber on the ground, smiling in a way Ezra never would have wanted to see.

"Kanan! Sabine! Please, stop! Snap out of it!" Ezra shouted, fear encasing his frame. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. All he could do was watch. Ezra was helpless.

"Ezra." Kanan whispered, his crooked grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Join us, Ezra." Sabine crouched on all fours, tilting her head. Somehow she still held onto the dark saber as she crawled toward him.

Ezra's breathing increased. The horror of his friends, his family, turned against him sent chills through his body and etched their dark forms in his mind.

'I can't let that happen.'

Quickly making it to his feet, Ezra somersaulted away from Kanan and Sabine and made a B-line toward his lightsaber. He beckoned his legs to speed up.

Faster.

Faster!

Sliding to a halt, Ezra made it to his lightsaber and ignited it. The boy quickly turned around, only to turn and have it clash against Kanan's. The need to change his friends back overcame the fear of losing them, causing Ezra to fight harder than he ever thought possible.

He swung. Left. Right. Block. Strike. Counterattack. Block. Stumble.

Ezra stumbled back, gasping for air. His orange shirt was soaked with sweat from the fight with Kanan. Waving his saber around, Ezra found a better grip on it, preparing himself for another fight, when abruptly, Kanan started laughing; cackling like a maniac.

Ezra raised an eyebrow skeptically, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Swiftly, he flipped around, only to see nobody there. As he turned back, Kanan was gone.

Ezra was alone.

"Ezra"

"Ezra!"

"Ezra!"

All around him, distorted voices called his name, swirling around him like a tornado. Ezra groaned, gripping his head in frustration. Why'd they have to taunt him.

Why?

Why!

Ezra screamed as loud as he thought possible, throwing his arms out in a defensive stance.

Everything froze. The voices ceased, and the only noise was from Ezra's heavy breathing. Swallowing hard, Ezra looked around for the threat one last time before sagging his head in defeat.

"Ezra."

A chill ran up Ezra's spine, causing him to straighten up. He didn't dare turn around. He didn't want to. But something made him anyway.

As he turned, he could only stare in complete horror at the mangled and decaying forms of Kanan and Sabine. Kanan's beard was all but gone, save for a few patches of hair. His eye sockets were void of any eyes, filled with nothing but green, and his hair looked burned and charred. His clothes were disheveled and slacked, filled with holes and blood stains. It hurt Ezra seeing him so wounded.

Sabine looked nothing like herself. All her armor pieces were missing, replaced by her underarmor. Her pants were shredded, blood stains coating the tan fabric. Ezra shuddered, seeing her so vulnerable. Worst of all, however, was her face. Sabine held a wide smile, eyes brimming with green. A huge gash traveled from her left eye, up toward the back of her skull. Her pure white hair was stained with red.

Ezra felt his stomach churn in disgust. He had let this happen. He had allowed his family to become this hurt.

A hand slithered onto Ezra's shoulder, causing him to gasp and snap out of his daze, only to see Kanan grinning at him. Sabine managed to get behind Ezra, gripping his arm.

Her other hand clasped onto the opposite arm, holding him down.

Instinctively, Ezra began to squirm out of Sabine's hold, but that wasn't possible. He couldn't move from her hold. She was too strong.

"Your debt will be paid." Kanan replied, his grin widening exponentially.

"I won't let that happen! I'll save you, Kanan. I promise! I'll do everything in my power to save you!" Ezra yelled in desperation, trying to free himself from Sabine's hold.
Kanan lifted his lightsaber up to Ezra and ever so slowly, dragged it across his scars. A scream erupted from Ezra as he tried wiggling free from his grasp. It burned his flesh, causing tears to seep into his eyes.

"You belong to me, boy." Kanan hissed, de-activating his lightsaber. The man reached out, cupping Ezra's jaw in a semi-affectionate manner. Ezra's stomach dropped. This monster before him was not his Master. It couldn't be. And yet, here he was. Staring down in complete terror at the hideous sight of his Master.

"You're mine now!" Kanan growled, taking a step back and looking Ezra over. Sabine's grip tightened in anticipation. She knew what was going to happen. And Ezra didn't like it.

"N-No. No! Kanan, please! D-Don't do this." Ezra pleaded, desperate to escape from this torture.

He saw Kanan reach out to something. Something metallic. Ezra saw movement from behind him and his anxiety grew exponentially. Sabine now held his arms tightly to his side in a tight bear hug. The boy's heart beat faster and faster as he saw Kanan before him.

Holding onto the dark saber, and his own lightsaber, Kanan ignited them both, holding them parallel to each other. At one final cry for help, Ezra called out to his Master, begging for him to stop. But it was no use. This wasn't Kanan. This wasn't his Master. This was a devil in disguise.

"You failed me, Ezra. You failed us all."

Fighting back tears, Ezra could only watch as his former Master rose the sabers high, towering over them all. Every living fiber in Ezra's body went rigid at the horrid sight. He couldn't look away. Couldn't flinch. Couldn't scream. He only watched and waited.

The slash of black and blue filled his vision, followed by a searing, agonizing pain that crippled his soul and immobilized his very being.