Just a Kid
Third POV
A cold sensation rushed through Ezra's body. Lactic Acid poured into the boy's muscles, and his bones felt brittle. Unable to gather strength to open his eyes, he panicked. Where was he? Why did he feel so cold? What was happening?!
Inquisitor's POV
I have him now. I stared at the boy chained shirtless as he hung from the ceiling limp and pale. "Young Boy" I said. Fear now disturbed the force as the child recognized my presence. I couldn't help but smile from the reaction I received. I walked closer to the humanoid form, now almost lifeless much to my pleasure. I smiled as I stared at a bloody face, bruised from my hands, and scarred for life. The child's eyes flitted open only to sharply shut upon the realization of his predicament. "Open your eyes" I said calmly. Not wanting the boy to sense my frustration when he denied my presence, and ignored my command I merely laughed and sent in the probe, shortly to return with a much harsher form of punishment.
Third POV
The Ghost was quieter with a somber and frustrated air. Kanan was meditating, trying to sense his Padawan that seemed too close to death for his comfort.
Kanan's POV
C'mon kid, hang in there, fight, fight…
My nervousness got the best of me. "Hera!" I ran into the cockpit to find her sitting idly with the Ghost on autopilot. "Yes?" She answered, clearly a far cry away from her normal optimistic and almost mocking replies. "We have to get Ezra back" I stated flatly, as if I needed to say the obvious. Hera gave me a quick glance and said sweetly, "I know but how?"
An idea struck me at once, if Ezra was in enough pain but alert through the force, maybe he would give enough of a signature off to signal me of his location. I at once regretted the notion I had just thought, knowing already that the poor boy was far from being strong enough to handle even more torture. How could I wish for him to endure more? I left the cabin at once, never giving a response to the mute pilot.
Please don't hurt him. He's just a kid. Please!
A harsh and brutal pain signal rushed through me that sent me into an unconscious state.
Kanan's POV
It was Ezra. He was alive but in great unimaginable amounts of pain. I regretted his pain as I tried to wake myself up from the trance. Ezra was giving up. He was in too much pain. I cried out through the force.
Not yet, Not yet, I will come, don't die yet…
Ezra's POV
I was overwhelmed with pain and fear. A droid driving a knife down my side as blood oozed out of me. I will overcome this I thought. Gently closing my eyes to avoid the burning pain of the dreaded droid. My heart rate began to rest, the droid had failed, I was going to be O… My thought trailed off as I screeched in pain, a light-saber scraping down my chest burning an inch deep wound along my midsection.
Kanan! Kanan! I can't do this. I-Its t-to mu-much!
My cries into the force became stuttered. I was dying.
A soft but urgent voice replied
Not yet, Not yet, I will come, don't die yet…
Please help me
Never in my life had I been so vulnerable that I begged my master to risk his own safety for mine. On any other circumstance I would have pleaded for no one else to get hurt, but I was not ready to die. I couldn't, or Could I?
