Ok before I start talking yes, some of this is from Freezing Darkness and yes, I asked. Now I wanted to know if anyone would enjoy Sabine learning to use a lightsaber earlier from Kanan, and finding out that she had the force all-long. Yes, I want this story to focus on Ezra and the Seventh Sister more, but I felt like that could get boring very fast so please let me know what you think of the idea.

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Chapter 3

It was common now. Yet again Ezra woke up and had no idea where he was. He flinched as he felt a sudden gush of fluid in his arm. It didn't hurt; it was only uncomfortable and jarring, as it always was. Whatever was injected made his head foggier than it already had been.

He forced his eyes to open. It felt like it took forever, but he managed to get them open eventually. The lights were bright, but not quite as strong or uncomfortable as the lights in the imperial complex. His hands were pinned to a surgical table again, the restraints too thick for him to break. The weight of suppressants and drugs press seemed to press down on his lungs. His arm felt like it had been filled with lava, burning.

Ezra groaned, he couldn't muster enough concentration to sense anything. The ceiling of wherever he was shifted in and out of focus. Ezra strained to get a clear picture, to get a clear idea of where he was. It was useless, he was trapped.

"Again?" A female's voice said. Ezra could only think to describe it as tired, on the verge of being annoyed.

"How can he still be awake?" Another voice asked.

"I'd prefer not to think about it," the first voice answered, a note of pity in her voice. "He must've had a lot of exposure to more potent drugs. We'll have to give him another dose of sedatives." That was the last thing Ezra heard, as he slowly drift to sleep.

**Ezra Dream/Flashback**

Ezra remembered the headache and the pain that ran through his body, he guessed it was from the multiple hits he got. He could remember the hope he had when he realized he wasn't being interrogated. He thought, satisfied with himself for coming up with a reason to be thankful for something. However, that hope died when the doors of his cell opened.

The door slid open, and he found himself looking into eyes as cold and unrelenting as the night's sky. Ezra couldn't even hide the fear, already knowing the next few hours weren't going to be fun for him.

The Seventh Sister could sense it. No one who wasn't Force sensitive would have noticed it, but her sharp eyes had seen it, the small, silent shudder that ran through his body when she entered the room. The boy was terrified. She smiled evilly, his fear would work to her advantage.

Ezra remembered his fear and anger towards the seventh Sister as he kept his eyes narrowed in a glare. "Why such a look?" She said, crouching down. Her mask splitting into portions and slid out of the way.

"Well, you know. I was fine sitting here, then I saw your face. I'm sure you're able to put the rest together?" He said. The female inquisitor just kept smiling, unphased.

He can hide his fear under layers upon layers of sarcasm. Ezra would have thought she would get angry or something. It would have been predictable, but she just stayed there. Witch made Ezra even more uneasy.

Silence stretched. "Why didn't you just kill me, I mean you're not getting anything out of me," Ezra said defiantly. The Seventh Sister chuckled, reaching her long, cruelly graceful finger toward his face. Ezra fear peaked up again. His head jerked back, and hit his already aching head on the durasteel wall with a bang. The force felt like his skull was cracking. Definitely not doing that again. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to calm down, and felt ice-cold fingertips on his cheek.

Ezra eyes shot open, turning his face away, but he was trapped. "Appearances can be deceiving. The fingers clenched and he could feel razor sharp fingernails dig into his skin. He was sure that she'd would give him another scar across his face.

However, the sharp pressure on his cheek lessened as she ran her claws over the side of his face gently. Well, to be fair it was more threatening." I wouldn't want to leave a mark on such a pretty face." She said. "It's naive to think that you won't tell me anything," she continued. "I have ways of making people talk."

This is your last chance. Why not save yourself from the pain?" She questioned.

"Why not shut up, to relieve the headache I'm getting?" Ezra fired back. Getting more uncomfortable.

The Seventh Sister just smiled. "Bad move." She removed her fingers about a few inches away from his forehead. Ezra was relieved that she was no longer touching him thinking she would leave. He realized how wrong he was, when a flood of pain rained down into his mind. He moaned and gritted his teeth. Ezra knew that this was going to be, much worse than the interrogation session back on the medical station.

"I offered you an easier solution. Why do you make me do this?" She asked, between doses of pain. Ezra didn't answer; he was still recovering from the pain. The Sister sighed. "This isn't working, I'll attempt a new strategy," she said as a feeling of strange discomfort ran through Ezra's mind.

He barely had the time or energy to put up mental barricades. Her Force signature slammed against the trembling walls that protected him. She was in.

Ezra physically squirmed as she looked into his memories, forcing him to relive his parents leaving, pushing him to remember every time he'd been abandoned in his past.

"Well, isn't this adorable," her voice said. "You believed that your parents were dead for years, and now despite your logic, you hang on to a thread of hope that you'll see them again." Ezra doubled over as pain rushed from his head into his body. It was worst than all of the pain she'd inflicted earlier.

"Get out of my head!" Ezra growled as he felt her shift around in his mind more.

"Have I struck a nerve?" The Seventh Sister said, a smile growing on her face. She laid her fingers on Ezra's temple with that gentle/threatening touch again. "You can decide when this stops."

"Get out!" Ezra cried. The Seventh Sister knew that he was at probably his most vulnerable point then. She could delve into his mind more and take what she wanted, but where was the fun in that? Aside from getting information about the rebels, she had ulterior motives. She emitted a tearing pain into his mind, and he screamed.

The pain left him with almost no energy. His head hung, his shoulders slumped, and his eyes could barely remain open. Her fingers slid down his face to his chin. Slowly, she tilted his head up so that she could be at eye level with him. "This isn't over. I'd just prefer that your mind is kept intact." Those were that last word that Ezra heard before his world faded to black.

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