This is a little something done for fun and boredom. Right now it's mainly just their introduction and backstories.
Hopefully, after I get more work done into my other stories I can make this a full story.
P.S: I'm not one for swearing ... unless I'm like really really angry. So forgive the lack of strong language, the only one I'm okay with using is Damn.
Location: The Death Star
Meta-Human Penitentiary
Mustafar
Left Right, Left Right. One Two, One Two. Kick with the knee and an UpperCut.
With lightning-fast speed, Kanan attacked his makeshift punching bag, which was made up of a few pillows and the sorry excuse of a mattress he was given in this hellhole. The punching bag was already caving in on itself with the punches and kicks it was receiving.
Kanan stepped back from the battered mattress for a minute to catch his breath, he brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail.
Somewhere outside of his cell, he heard someone yelling about it being Dinner Time, Kanan rolled his eyes before going back to his punching bag.
"Hey, It's Chow Time!" a guard shouted as he banged on Kanan's cell door "It's dinner time, Caleb. Come get it!"
Kanan growled hearing his old name but he complied and walked up to the door, glaring at the guard through the small window. The first lessons he learned about being a hitman was to always keep cold face, never show your emotions.
"Only my family calls me Caleb" Kanan snapped at the guard
"You don't have a family, Caleb," the guard said with a mocking tone as if his old name was an insult.
A plate of murky green soup or whatever was placed on the window where Kanan received his meals.
The cell was built with some type of material that prevented Meta-Humans from using their powers while inside but with the small opening in the door, Kanan was able to use his Telekinesis to throw the plate of food onto the guard's face.
While the guard was wiping his face (and cursing Kanan), the window to the door slammed shut. Kanan's head ached as he felt powerless and weak once more.
Forcing the memory of Caleb to the back of his mind, Kanan marched back to the punching bag and slammed his fist down hard onto the side causing the mattress to finally collapse onto the ground.
Fueled by anger, Kanan repeatedly kicked the mattress until stuffing was flying out of it.
With a mixture of a groan and a sigh, Kanan leaned against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the ground.
Hera may be in a Meta-Human Penitentiary but she refused to lose her sanity like so many others before her.
Instead of a cell, she was put in a cage that stood in the center of a large room. With her reputation of escaping, Hera was placed under maximum security, guards stood on a platform that went around the room, monitoring her.
The people of the asylum weren't complete idiots, they had electrical bars to captivate her. Hera couldn't teleport through electrical fields, she learned that the hard way.
Hera sat on the ground in the center of the cage and stared at the corner of the room, where they held her friend, Chopper.
When the mission went wrong, when she was landed in this hell: They shut Chopper down and kept him in the corner of her cell out of reach, her only friend. They were punishing her.
Just then the gate to her cell opened and a guard came towards her carrying a tray.
"Hey, beautiful" the guard greeted, Hera just glared at him coldly "Look what I brought ya" The guard gently pushed the tray into her cage, a single slice of pie was on the plate "Aren't you gonna say Thanks?"
Hera wasn't stupid, she knew why they treated her differently from the other prisoners so she put on a fake smile for the guard
"You think I don't know why you're doing this?"
"What're you talking about?" the guard said, his gentleness fading
"So my father being Cham Syndulla has nothing to do with the way you treat me?" Hera said with a smirk
"Of Course Not!" the guard cried, his eyes shifted around the room "By the way when you do get out... your gonna tell your Dad who took care of you right?"
Hera smirked and slowly stood up so she could stand in front of the guard, careful not to touch the bars. When she was directly in front of him she leaned in and whispered
"You don't have to worry about him because when I get out of here, I'm going to kill you myself"
The guard's face fell as Hera went back to her spot on the ground and she stared at Chopper, ignoring the guards yelling questions as he was dragged out of the room.
A new guard was carrying a tray of food to a prisoner's cell.
While it was his first day, he didn't understand why everyone was so afraid to bring food to this certain cell. When he volunteered everyone stared at him like he was insane and warned him of the Monster that lurked in cell 635.
The guard opened the secured door and walked inside, the cell was dark and cold. He closed the door behind him just slightly so the Meta-Human guy whatever couldn't use their powers on him.
Whoever was trapped in here obviously wasn't happy because claw-like scratches covered the walls.
He placed the tray of food and looked around the dark cell, it almost seemed deserted.
"There's your dinner," the guard said, he didn't see the green eyes watching him from the roof "Come get it"
Just then someone -more like something- pounced on top of him. The guard was turned onto his back and pinned to the ground by his attacker
"W..Wh.. Who are you?!" he said in a shaky voice, a low growling filled the air before turning into a deep voice
"My Name is Zeb"
The light from the single light bulb allowed the guard to see his attacker and he wasn't human.
Zeb was another creature the guard couldn't name, he was covered in purple fur, had piercing green eyes, large ears, and sharp fangs and claws. The guard now understood why no one wanted to come here.
"T...They w... were right" he sputtered "Y..Y... You're a Monster"
"Wrong" Zeb growled dragging one of his claws down the guard's face, causing a small scratch to appear "Just on the Inside"
Zeb then growled and bared his teeth preparing to tear the guy's throat apart for a decent meal...
BBBBBZZZZ!
Electricity danced on his body as another guard tasered him from behind, Zeb fell to his side on the ground. The guard sat up and quickly scooted towards the door desperate to get out
"You the new guy?" the guard near the door asked, the new guard nodded as he saw too terrified to speak "You ever wondered why there was an opening?"
The new guard's eyes widen as he stared at the Monster named Zeb.
Sabine absolutely hated her cell.
Granted she hated prison period but this one was different. In every other prison, cell, and asylum Sabine has been sent to, she could easily escape by blowing up the walls (and leave behind a beautiful masterpiece to say she was there)
But this was a Meta-Human Prison, which means the rooms prevented them from using their powers. Sabine couldn't escape or even color the room, all she could do was pace around fighting boredom and stare at the boring blank walls.
To top it all off, the room had no windows, not one. No sunlight came in so she couldn't count the days she had been in here, she was completely cut off from the rest of the world.
Just then the flap on the bottom of the door opened and a tray of food was pushed into her cell.
Sabine stared down at the gruel they served before pounding on the door. She didn't stop until the tiny window opened and a pair of angry annoyed eyes looked through
"What?" the guard said
"What the hell is that?" she asked gesturing to the 'soup'
"Dinner, now shut up and eat it. Witch"
Sabine glared at the man before looking through the window, her brown eyes glaring into the man's cold blue eyes
"Let me tell you something" she hissed "Someday, somehow I'm going to get out of here and when I do, I'll show you how much of a witch I can be"
"Did you just threaten me?" the guard snapped
"Oh come on, I'm bored in here. Let me out for little awhile, I'll be a good girl"
"When you first got here you put five of my men in the hospital, you're never coming out until the day you die. Unless I decide to kill you"
"Isn't your job suppose to keep me alive?"
"My job is to keep you alive until the day you die and you keep talking like that to me, that day might come sooner"
The guard then slammed the window shut and left Sabine's cell.
Being in prison sucked.
Ezra wasn't even given a cell, it was more like a sewage pipe and smelled like one too.
He knew they put him in here so they could pour water on him for torture and punishment. Unlike most of the cells, the metal walls didn't prevent him from using his powers.
Right now he used them to fight boredom. A single flame danced on his palm, the flame then turned into a small Phoenix that flew across his wrist and arm
His master told him that one day he would be able to release the Phoenix then he'll be the most powerful Meta-Human in the world.
That day didn't seem to be coming anytime soon cause where was Ezra now? In Jail! and his master? Was free and probably out of the country by now.
Master said he cared about him but when the situation turned bad he left Ezra behind to die.
A hard knocking on the metal wall snapped Ezra from his thoughts. He held the tiny Phoenix in his hand as he looked up at the guard standing in the window
"Boy, I told you multiple times, not to use your powers! Now your in trouble, wait until I tell the boss" the guard yelled with an evil smirk
"Won't you get in trouble for smoking on the job?"
The guard looked annoyed "What're you talking about boy? I haven't smoked since..."
Ezra then held up his palm and blew on the Phoenix which flew shot straight into the man's mouth like a bullet. The guard gasped and choked as smoke began to come out of his mouth.
Ezra smirked as the man choked on the flame and he clawed at his throat. Slowly Ezra's' blue eyes began to turn red and his pupils started to throb as the Phoenix inside of him began to build up and take over.
At the sound of a gate opening, Ezra let the flame fade away and his eyes returned to normal. He smirked at the conversation outside
"Officer Grint, are you smoking on the job again?" the Alpha guard shouted at the sight of the guard coughing out smoke
Grint tried to explain what had happened but he could barely talk, his throat was burning!
"Dispatch him!" Alpha demanded, the other guards grabbed the coughing officer and dragged him away
The Alpha peeked in on Ezra and saw him sitting with his face pressed into his knees, looking satisfied the Alpha walked away.
When he was gone Ezra looked up with a smirk and summoned the small flame onto his hand again.