Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels or its characters. (Sorry for the short chapters, but they WILL get longer)
Ezra stepped closer to Maya and grabbed her forearm. She saw the fear in his eyes. He was running out of ideas too.
The troopers started to fire, and the seventh grade girl immediately started to shoot at them with her energy slingshot. Her weapon didn't seem to do penetrate the Imperial's armor, so she ditched the idea.
Ezra continued to strike the stormtroopers with the rod he found. He was just as surprised as Maya that they went down so easily. The thought of it was so ridiculous that he almost wanted to bust out laughing. Now was not the time though.
While he was lost in his thougths suddenly Ezra felt a sharp pain in his arm and soon realized he had been shot. 'Crap.' He thought to himself.
Just then a stormtrooper grabbed Maya's collar, and slammed her head against the steel wall. Ezra watched in horror as she fell to the ground, motionless. He ignored the burning pain of the shot, ran over to her body and rolled her over on her side. What he saw terrified him. Maya's left temple, although cover in blood, had a clearly visible huge dent in it. Unless there was a doctor 45 seconds away, she would die.
"…Ez..Ezra.." she mouthed, trying desperately to stay awake. "Does it look bad?" she smiled weakly. 'She knows she's dying.' Ezra sadly thought. He choked on his words. "Not at all." His sister smiled at him. She reached toward her wrist and started to fiddle with something. It was the slingshot. She handed it to Ezra.
"It might not protect you against buckets, but it belonged to Dad."
"Maya no…" Ezra was getting closer to tears every second that the scene continued.
"Ezra…. Everything happens for a reason. If thi-"she was stopped by a coughing fit. "If this was meant to happen, you will have to learn to understand that. You, Mom, and Dad were the best family I have ever had….. I'm glad that I got to spend my life with you." The blue-eyed girl clutched onto Ezra's orange sleeve as if she was trying to hold onto the little life she had left.
"Maya," Tears were streaming down Ezra's face now. "I love you sis."
"I love you too. Good luck brother." With that, Maya closed her eyes, for them to never open again. Ezra's tears made his vision blurry. Hate, anger, pain and sadness, all started to boil up inside of him. The bucket heads aimed there blasters at Ezra, more than ready to shoot him if he tried anything stupid.
He slowly stood up and grasped his rod. He turned to face the soldiers and started to have at it. Ezra let his hatred fuel his attacks. Within seconds, every single stormtrooper was laying on the ground, unconscious. Ezra fell to his knees in front of Maya's corpse. He wished it was all a nightmare, but it wasn't.
"God what am I supposed to do?!" He shouted.