Hello! Sorry that I have not updated in a while, I've been super busy. Hopefully I will be able to get back on track. I hope you like this chapter!
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Chapter 11 –Lost
Kanan felt the darkness inside of him. He knew it was wrong, it was not the Jedi way, but he had let it come. Besides, the Jedi way had died a long time ago.
He stood with his feet planted on the ground, his hand outstretched. He was holding up Roth against the wall, his anger getting the best of him. But every word that he had spoken was a direct threat towards Ezra.
"You wouldn't die like the others."
Kanan tightened his grip on Roth; the threat had hit home. Kanan would not let anyone hurt his padawan. Not if he had a say in it.
Jedi do not form attachments
The dead words of his past life ran through his head. Deep down, he wanted to follow them. He truly did. But to do that, to follow the rules of a dead culture, was impossible. If only times had been different, if only destiny had taken another path, maybe he could have been able to follow the code. But now, he knew it was not possible. He protected his crew with his life, willing to give himself up in place of any one of them.
A cry of pain brought Kanan back into the present in a flash. He recognized the source instantly, and his heartbeat had started to race.
Ezra's face was contorted in pain as a large hand whipped his head back by the roots of his hair.
"I see you did not follow my advice, boy." Kanan cringed, remembering the principal's comment on his padawan's hair length. The principal's eyes meet Kanan's. His green eyes shone with fear and anger, contrasting the principals' brown eyes that shone with thrill.
Then, without a moment of hesitation, Ezra was flung into the side of a workstation table. His head hit with a sickening thud, and Kanan swore his heart stopped momentarily. The principal lifted the now unresistant body of his padawan, who looked up at Kanan. He could see the sparks of energy in Ezra's blue eyes fade away.
And a part of Kanan faded away with him.
But not enough.
"Now, Mr. Morgan, if that is your real name, I would prefer not to kill the boy; it would take ages to remove the blood from the floor. But do not think that I won't." The principal smirked, his face all knowing. Kanan released Roth from his force hold, clenching his fists in anger.
"Now, that's better." Roth walked over to the principal, his face showing no emotion. "I would love to get to know all of you better. Please, stay a while." The principal nodded to Roth, who grabbed rope from one of the lab stations and walked behind Kanan. Grabbing his clenched fists, he tied them together tight enough to restrict the blood circulation.
With a shove, Kanan was forced on to his knees. But his eyes never broke from the principal. Next to him, Sabine and Zeb's wrists were bound, and they were forced to the ground next to him. The room was filled with the constant sound of the blood dripping from Ezra's head. The principal then dropped Ezra to the ground, and proceeded to wipe his hands off on his expensive shirt, as if he was disgusted from touching Ezra.
"Roth, if you will," the principal bellowed. Kanan heard shuffling from behind him, but he refused to look back. He kept his eyes on Ezra, hoping that he was still alive. But from the pool of blood that was now forming, his hopes were quickly diminishing. Kanan knew that the principal had underestimated the crew; he had only bounded their hands. That left their legs and the rest of their bodies free to escape.
But it would take time to untie the rope; time that they did not have. Kanan glanced over at Sabine, making eye contact. Sabine, knowing exactly what Kanan was doing, began to fiddle with the ropes. Kanan looked back at Ezra, knowing that Sabine would be able to untie herself. She always had a few tricks up her sleeve.
Kanan looked back up to see Roth handing the principal the needle, filled with the force propagation liquid.
"Don't you touch him," Kanan hissed.
"Sorry, Mr. Morgan," the principal said, not even looking at Kanan. "But that is a promise I cannot keep." The principal took the needle and crouched down next to Ezra.
Kanan had to do something, he had to. He would not let anything happen to Ezra. But Sabine was still cutting through the rope with a switchblade, and Kanan knew that she would not finish in time. So that left only one option.
"Wait!" Kanan shouted, drawing the attention of the principal. "Take me instead." Kanan could feel Zeb's eyes on him, but he did not care. Kanan would do anything for his padawan. The principal looked him over and spoke.
"No, that will not be necessary."
He turned back to Ezra, who showed no signs of coming back into consciousness anytime soon.
Kanan's heart was pounding in his chest as his body began to tremble. He needed to do something. If not, his padawan would become . . . a monster.
The principal checked over the shot, and stabbed it into Ezra's left arm. Immediately, Ezra cried out in pain, screaming at the top of his lungs. His body started jerking in pain.
It was too late.
And with the fear of losing his padawan at its peak, the snap of a rope drove him into action. Sabine had gotten out and had drawn her blasters, and fired once at the needle. The sound of shattering glass confirmed that she had hit her target. Kanan rolled on the ground, twisting his body and jumping to his feet.
With the help of the force, the ropes were quickly broken apart from behind his back. The principal had clearly underestimated them greatly, but that was the one thing that Kanan was thankful for. He quickly force pushed the principal and Roth, who were caught off guard by the sudden ambush. But Kanan knew it would not last long. He ran over to his padawan, battered and bloody, lying on the floor. He slid on the floor next to him, ignoring the warm wetness that he felt on his knees, and jerked the now shattered needle out of his padawan's arm.
Ezra's screams stopped abruptly.
Kanan turned Ezra over onto his back, careful to avoid further injuring, and checked for a pulse. And faintly, there was the steady beat of the kid who refused to back down from anything.
He heard grunts around him, but trusted that Sabine and Zeb were able to hold their own, just for a few more moments. He needed to see a sign, something that proved his padawan was still his padawan.
As if on cue, Ezra opened his eyes.
But instead of staring into the electric blue eyes that were always filled with energy and life, he only saw pain reflected in the now yellow eyes.
Kanan had lost everything the day the Empire had come into power. He had lost his master, his friends, his home, his culture.
And now, he had lost his padawan.
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R & R
~ Kavella ~
