Hello! I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the last chapter! There is quite a bit of Ezra pain in this chapter. I hope you all like it, but really quickly I'll respond to the reviews!
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Rebel Spectre 6- I'm glad you're liking it so far. There will be a lot of mashed blueberries coming up! What's the Seventh Sister's favorite food? Mashed blueberries!
Guest- Now you can find out what comes next!
thewholeworldismagic- Yeah, she'll just keep getting creepier. Sometimes when I'm writing, I consider if she'd really be so creepy. Then I refer back to her debut in Rebels and I think I'm doing a good job on her character.
AgnieszkaPL- It would be great if Kanan rescued Ezra, but I make no promises! I'm just evil that way. You'll just have to keep reading to find out!
EvilMindedZ- Here's the chapter, now give Dunan's padawan back! She's one of the most beloved OCs I've ever created! Dunan will take you down if you take her apprentice, there bond is strong!
TeenylambofGod- I'm glad you like! By the way, I love your pen name!
Rebels-lover- LOL! That's adorable! You think she'd break Ezra that fast?! No, it will probably be a much longer, slower, more agonizing process. Keep in mind, I'm friends with EvilMindedZ... Our writing tends to share similarities...
Guest- I'm glad you enjoyed my Biology reference. I love science, but that class was not my favorite!
shooting2stars- The Seventh Sister is scary, it's who she is! We'll see if Kanan can save him... Even I don't know and I'm the author... I just realized how concerning that is! LOL!
Guest- Destroying Ezra is going to be a very long process! I have a fun time writing!
Ezra didn't think that it was possible that his headache would worsen, but he was proven wrong the second he opened his eyes. He'd felt a lot of pain in all his fifteen years, it was fair to say that he was used to pain by now, but whatever he was feeling was not something he'd felt before. He pressed his hands against his forehead, hoping it could ease some of the pain. Eventually, he laid his head against the wall, the cold was comforting.
The pain dulled and he had a chance to regain some of his wits. He didn't know what in the galaxy the Seventh Sister did inside his head, but it was sure doing a number on him. He looked down at his bound hands. Had she replaced the binders? These ones looked smaller, almost weaker. He tilted his head curiously. If he broke them, he'd still be stuck in an imperial cell, and based on his observations, the cell didn't even have air ducts. Not the size he could get through at least. Still, free hands would be helpful.
Slowly, he positioned his hands so that he could snap the stupid binders in the middle. He gave a quick, strong flick of his wrists, and didn't get the intended outcome. Instead of a feeling of satisfaction and free hands, he got a jolt of electricity through his body. He cried in pain, the electricity felt like it was still running through his bones. What was that?! He thought, squinting at the seemingly normal binders.
"Useful, aren't they?" A voice filled with sharp edges said from the front of his cell. He glanced into the cold, golden eyes.
"Not the word I would use," he replied, keeping his voice level.
She gave an evil, almost demented, laugh. "They are not ordinary binders. They-"
"Yeah, I got that," he interrupted snidely.
She narrowed her eyes, the first sign of annoyance she'd given him. He stared back without flinchingly. She gave him that smile again, that one that unsettled him like nothing else. What was she thinking? It was as though she had on a perfect, emotionless mask. Why would she need her actual mask if she kept these expressions on her face?
He was so perplexed by her expressions and intentions that he didn't notice when she brushed a button on her wrist. He wasn't expecting it at all when another electric shock ran over him. The Seventh Sister acted oblivious to his pain.
The sudden shock had forced the breath from his lungs. He gulped down air. Ezra's body was overcome by pain. It wasn't a sort of discomfort he knew well. He knew what it felt like to be shocked. He lived with Chopper after all. Chopper's electric attacks weren't this bad. The pain that the binders inflicted lingered. It came on quickly, and left all too slowly.
"As I was saying," The Seventh Sister continued as though Ezra hadn't interrupted and gotten hurt. "Those binders are specially designed for Jedi. The more you struggle, the tighter they get." As she said it, Ezra did feel the binders get tighter, and the metal bit into his wrists. "A bounty hunter in the Clone Wars came up with the idea."
Ezra mentally cursed the bounty hunter who made these blasted binders to begin with. The Seventh Sister inched a finger to her wrist, and Ezra tried to suppress a flinch. She must have pressed a different button because he didn't feel like an electric bomb dropped onto him. He felt like some kind of weight was lifted.
"What was that?" He asked, forgetting to be on guard for a moment.
"They also work as Force inhibitors," The Seventh Sister said with a malicious smile. Ezra didn't know the word "Force inhibitors," but he could put together that it was not a good thing.
"Now," The Seventh Sister began, lowering herself in front of Ezra. This can't be good. He thought. "I'm going to look inside your mind." She brought her hand an inch away from Ezra's forehead again. He pulled his head back hard and fast, unfortunately for him, he rammed it into a wall again.
He gritted his teeth as hot pain and then numbness spread through his head. "Why must you be so insistent on hurting yourself?" She questioned, her fingers trailed down from his forehead to chin. Slowly, threateningly.
He fought against the surges of pain that she'd sent into his head. "Poor child," She said, her voice almost pitying. "You think that there is a chance that your friends will come for you." He glared, of course the Ghost crew would come for him. They were family. They'd go to the ends of the universe to bring him home.
"My master killed your precious grand inquisitor. He could take you out with one hit!" Ezra responded more confidently than he felt. He hoped for a predictable response like a glare or a good comeback, but the Seventh Sister simply chuckled and brushed a few locks of hair from his face, her deadly nails brushing his temples.
"Your faith in him is the only thing you're clinging to right now. If you're so confident that he'll defeat me, why don't I talk to him?" She smirked menacingly.
Ezra didn't like the way she said that. It gave him the idea that she would do something that would cause him a lot of pain. He pushed his fear further down within his mind. She pushed her way through his mind, trying to reach the bond that he shared with Kanan. He shuddered, realizing what she planned to do. She'd already gotten into Ezra's mind, he knew that he couldn't allow her near Kanan's.
Ezra closed his eyes to focus as his Force signature weakly pushed hers away. He hadn't thought he was in such bad shape. It wasn't just his body that was battered, but also his mind. "You don't realize how weak you've become," she whispered into his ear. "Did you know that you were practically broken yesterday? I could have stolen the rebellion's secrets and killed you without any difficulty, as the Fifth Brother wanted."
His eyes snapped open. Had he really been so destroyed? Could she really have taken everything? Maybe she was bluffing. Or she was telling the truth and she really could have torn apart his mind? "You're lying!" He accused hoarsely. "I would never tell you anything!"
She smiled in response. "You're mind may have been well guarded once, but a few doses of pain, mind tricks, and Force inhibitors have reduced it. It doesn't matter if you give anything away verbally." Ezra gulped hard. That couldn't be true. He couldn't sense her lying.
"No," he insisted stubbornly. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to ease the headache she was giving him. His head snapped up again, luckily not into the wall this time. "Then why didn't you?" He countered. She couldn't have done it out of mercy. Mercy was probably a foreign aspect to the female inquisitor.
She smiled, giving away nothing with her face. "I have bigger things in mind. I don't want to destroy you just yet."
He sensed her grip on the bond, and with it came a wave of nausea. He tried to push her away, both inside his mind and physically. "There's nothing you can do." Her voice stated in an almost soothing way.
Ezra! Are you okay? What's going on? We couldn't find you! Where are you?! Kanan's panicked voice sounded in Ezra's head. He swallowed hard, finally allowing some fear to show.
She couldn't intercept the bond, could she? Ezra was too stunned to say something before the Seventh Sister did.
Ezra shuddered as he heard the Seventh Sister in his mind. Such concern for your apprentice… Nice to meet you, Kanan Jarrus.
And that's the story of how she talked to Kanan through the bond! I temporarily felt awful about this chapter, but if you've seen a few of my other stories you may see that I treat Ezra like how I treat all my favorite characters. If you just read the first 4 chapters of Darkening Clouds, Sunny Skys, you kind of see what I do with adorable character who I love... Oh, but if you're going to take that suggestion and read it, watch up to episode 9 of Laughing Under the Clouds, major spoilers.
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