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It took a moment, but finally Kanan came to. Slowly, Kanan caught his breath and got up with Ezra's help by putting some weight on the kids shoulder. Ezra could not really do much more than that. As Kanna steadied himself, Ezra asked the big question.

"Can you manage to walk by yourself? Because I don't see how we can get down to the transport hold if you can barely even stand."

Kanan knew the kid had brought up their serious problem. With the role of 'prisoner' for Ezra, it would be rather odd for the kid to be holding up the 'guard'. Nevertheless, Kanan knew they had to find a way, staying here was not an option for either of them; not now. If they stayed, they died. Though Kanan wondered if he'd live long after escaping.

His wounds were deep, and even if they had stopped bleeding in the moment, that didn't mean they had healed. The fact that he just barely made the short trip from the cell to the storage room with Ezra's help spoke volume of his weak state; his nerves screamed in protest the entire time, despite not having full weight put on his legs. Even now they ached at him to stop an form of movement.

Kanan knew the odds were that at the end of all this he'd be dead; but if that was the forces wish, then he only wished see the crew one last time. The crew would help Ezra, and he would be content to see them all before he parted. That is if he lived long enough to see them again, the thought made his stomach rumble.

Even if that was to be his fate, he was set on getting Ezra safely away from here, the boy deserved a way out, away from the felt he owed it to the boy, especially after all the boy had spared his life, feed him, given him water and freed him for his cell. Kanan wondered if he survived would, he even be able to pay the boy back for everything he had done for him?

Kanna began looking around when he saw a cargo transport speeder and smiled, "That could work."

Ezra too saw the speeder in the corner of the supply room and smiled with Kanan.

SWR

Ezra was sitting next to Kanan on the transport, letting Kanan lean a hand on Ezra's shoulder for support. Ezra hoped this plan would work; he couldn't comprehend the thought of the Grand Inquisitor finding them. Ezra shuddered at the idea of what the Inquisitor do to both of them. What Ezra really feared was that Kanan would not survive another round of the Inquisitors torture, the child was surprised the man survived the whipping from earlier. Ezra began to speculate from what he witnessed, the Inquisitor found sick pleasure in hurting Kanan; it greatly compared to when the Inquisitor abused Ezra to teach him a lesson. When Ezra first saw Kanan, he could tell from the cuts, bruises, needle stick, fresh running and dried up blood showed signs of a torture similar to his own, maybe even worse. Even so, the whipping was a new low for Ezra to see; in fact, the Inquisitor had seemed set on making Kanan suffer. To the point where Ezra had been sure the Inquisitor had the intent to kill Kanan. Good chance the Inquisitor's mind set was to whip out last of the jedi, and Ezra had nearly helped him with that. Shame filled him when he once again thought of the incident, the guilt ate at him as he thought of how close he was to helping the inquisitor with the act. Ezra had been resisting the Inquisitor's antics for so long, and yet he had come so close to actually obeying the monster. How could he be so stupid as to even think of letting that happen? The truth was that he had been scared, and in his weak moment he had nearly killed an innocent man.

Just then, another horrible thought came to Ezra; What if Kanan's wounds started to bleed again, giving them away? Ezra hoped it would not come to that, especially since Kanan had lost so much blood already. It would only agitate the poor man-.

"Wait, Why do I care?" Ezra thought to himself suddenly.

Yes he needed Kanan to steer the ship, but that did not make them friends or anything; and yet he could not dismiss the foreign feeling that he cared for the man's well being.

"Don't trust anyone, don't care about others," he told himself, people living on the streets learned to live by that simple philosophy.

So once they got out of here, Ezra knew this meant he needed to part from Kanan, so that he could survive on his own; but where they would go from there Ezra was not sure. It wasn't like Lothal meant much to him any longer, but where else could he go. Ezra doubted Kanan would stick around for long, he had his rebel group to return to, while he had nothing at all. It would be right back to the streets and stealing with the emperials hunting him at every turn. Would it even be safe? The Inquisitor would be furious with him and maybe order the troopers to shoot on sight, if he was recaptured he would face the Inquisitors punishment and continued torture. Maybe leaving Lothal was for the best? Even so how was he going to leave? Ezra had no money and he would be wanted by the Empire, so no one would dare help him. The first few month on the streets he had asked people his parents knew, hoping they at least would spare a meal on him. After the door being slammed in his face a few times, he just stopped. No point in asking when no one seemed to care or was too scared to do it. Perhaps Kanan could spare him a few credits for a ticket but where would he go? Ezra knew no other planet than Lothal and not knowing the surroundings, who to avoid and which territory was owned by whom, that knowledge could be life or death when living on the streets. On Lothal's streets, he had the advantage of knowing the layout of the city. His parents always made sure he knew his way around the city for in regard to safety. Once Ezra began calling the streets his home, he had learned all about the dark alleyways of Capitol city. Gangs that robbed and menaced the honest people of Lothal, the nightclub's that reeked of puked liquor and stale cigars, and the creeps that made Ezra feel uncomfortable. However, Ezra learned to work around them, going to the trashed bar's to pick at garbage for food, the allies to avoid during certain parts of the day to avoid a beating, and which gang's were willing to pay him to be a mule for them. Ezra rested his head on his hands at wondering what other planet could have a similar atmosphere to Lothal; for moving would mean that he had none of these advantages in the next city he went to.

That was when the restraints slight constriction dragged him out of his thoughts; Ezra really wanted them off but he knew he couldn't. The discomfort from the restraints grew and he really started to cringe whenever they were brought into view. It was a question of time before his wrist would contain permanent damage. All he could hope for was that Kanan would make good on his promise and take them off when they were away from here. Trust was not something he normally did, but there was something about Kanan that made him feel like he could trust him. It was hard to explain and his brain tried constantly to tell him not to, that he would be let down and that Kanan would leave him, and still he felt it was different this time. That Kanan was honest, and would help him, Ezra felt it in his gut, that Kanan was a good man. Ezra was still not sure what had made him trust Kanan so much, but he certainly seemed a lot nicer than the Inquisitor. At least Kanan hadn't hit him yet; so he must have done as the man wanted so far, a relief in his sore beaten body. Kanan stopped the speeder and looked around for any troopers. The two were almost at the transport hold.

"Ezra before we get in I need to you understand something," Kanan began to explain in a serious tone, "If something goes wrong, if I get caught up, I want you to run into the nearest transporter and start it up." Kanan said.

Ezra looked up at him with worry, was he trying to leave him behind in some way? Was his trust misplaced after all? Ezra carefully pressed into Kanan's emotions, and was relieved that none of them indicated he was about to be betrayed. Ezra could not steer such a ship he needed Kanan for that. Even so he listened when Kanan gave him the instructions on how to start the ship.

Kanan though could tell Ezra had some hesitation and assured him, "I'll drive the ship, don't worry about that. Just in case though, I need the transport started."

Ezra, though hesitant, nodded that he understood, all though a little doubt remained in him.

The two males continued into the transport hold where a few stormtroopers was walking in and out of different transports and checking supplies when they stopped and got down and started to walk to a transport. Ezra was glad that Kanan managed to keep himself upright, though a limp was slightly noticeable. Ezra made sure to keep his head down and look as small as possible to not draw attention to himself, he had plenty of training in that.

"Hold it" did a voice call when they were halfway to the shuttle.

They both turned around and found themselves face to face with a orange shouldered trooper.

"Where are you going" one man asked.

"Prison transfer" Kanan answered through the helmet, nodding his head down at the cuffed Ezra.

"We have not received such orders" the man replied suspiciously.

Ezra noticed that the man was holding his shooter a little closer to his chest, like we was ready to fire with it.

"I have my orders, and that is to transfer the prisoner" Kanan repeated, his patience growing thin.

Ezra made sure not to show it but the clump of concrete in his stomach seemed to grow, when he felt the presence; sending a shiver up his spine.

"I don't think you have such orders Jarrus" came the cold voice from the left.

Ezra froze, it was a voice he had heard many times. That he grew to fear greatly. Ezra turned and saw him, The Inquisitor with his hands behind his back and a creepy smile, came walking over to them. The darkness seemed to radiate from the being far more than usual. This meant trouble, Ezra knew this from old experience, he almost felt like the darkness was ripping in him, dragging him in.

"I must admit I am surprised the street rat didn't just make a run for it alone, but actually took the time to free you as well jedi. Not that it will matter, if I can't get you to stay put, then i will just have to deal with you both here and now" the Inquisitor said and activated his lightsaber.

Ezra froze with fear when he saw the lightsaber the one thing he hated more than agent Kallus, and the Inquisitor.

The alarm went on as the opening ot the space outside started to close. Walls entrapping them in one hanger bay quadrant with the monster and a few troopers to fight the Jedi and child. The trooper raised his blaster and pointed at Kanan. Ezra used the force to push the shooter out of the hand of the trooper as the bucket head aimed at them. Kanan took of his helmet and threw it right into the face of the bucket head that must be rather confused.

"Kid, remember what I told you!" Kanan shouted as he activated his lightsaber.

Ezra nodded and ran to the nearest shuttle and straight into the cockpit. Ezra started looking over the buttons.

"Come on, come on where was it?" Ezra thought to himself in hast. Finally he did find the right button and pushed it to start the transporter; the kid managed to type in the right numbers that Kanan had instructed him. A task that was not easy because of the restraints and it made the pain increase more. Though Ezra began to worry; where was he? The transporters escape gate was closing and they had to go, now! He ran back out to see where Kanan was and he almost wish he hadn't. Kanan barely held his ground. He was completely on defence and he seemed to have problems just to keep that up. Kanan was so weak that attacking wasn't even a possibility. To make it worse, the Inquisitor slammed attack after attack with such speed that Kanan could barely keep pace, let alone run. Kanan's face was pale and the armor on the arm had marks of a lightsaber. Kanan's hand was shaking, which made it more difficult for him to hold on the the lightsaber. The Inquisitor turned his head and looked at Ezra, sensing the boy's fear.

"Are you looking boy! This is the weak pathetic man you chose to spare. The man you worked so hard for to help; now he will die just like you will when I am done with him. Perhaps you should leave him and run while you can; like the little scared street rat that you are" the Inquisitor said grinning; showing awfully pointy teeth as they showed the wicked and twisted mind the dark user had;

Should he run? Leave Kanan and run before the Inquisitor turned on him, killing him as punishment for this. Perhaps a worse fate would be in store for him, like the Inquisitor dragging him right back to torture him before he was killed. Ezra could not bare the thought of facing the Inquisitor's wrath, face more torture than he already had, he wanted to run away from that. It was tempting to try and escape while he still had a chance even if it mean leaving Kanan behind. Ezra had done what he could for Kanan, it was time to look to one's self before it was too late. If he ran he might have a chance to hide and avoid the Inquisitor long enough to get off the ship. All though it was unlikely he could avoid the Inquisitor for long it was still better than just standing here waiting. His instinct was screaming to him to run. The thought though of leaving behind his friend (dare he say it) was too much to bare.

"No" Ezra whispered.

Tears filled his eyes as he looked at Kanan, that seemed to be growing weaker and weaker, he could barely keep himself standing. Kanan was in no condition to walk let alone fight and yet he was forced to. The Inquisitor lashed out again and got a blow in along Kanan's right arm. This time the lash went through the armor and it made Kanan scream and nearly lose his lightsaber as blood started pour out.

"You are weak Jedi" the Inquisitor taunted and continued "Say goodbye boy, you should have taken the way out when I offered it to you" the Inquisitor lifted his lightsaber to end Kanan's life, by separating Kanan's head from the body.

Something snatched inside the boy. NO! Ezra could not lose Kanan. NO! Ezra would not allow this horribly wretched person take the first person, who was nice to him in the longest time, away from him. Ezra hated the Grand Inquisitor with every fibre in his body and he would not let him kill Kanan.

"NO" he roared in not only anger against the Pau'un, but also in great fear for Kanan.

The anger, hate and fear build inside him and he used the force, he wanted to hurt the Pau'un. Ezra felt hatred before, but never this strong; and unlike previous times, he did not try dismiss it. It was like being hit with ice cold water as it corsed through him; the power he had never tried before. It was running through his veins, he felt like he could do anything now and who would ever dare stop him? Certainly not the Inquisitor, who deserved to pay. Ezra raised his cuffed hands to pushed the Inquisitor. The Pau'un flew backward and slammed into the wall where he collapsed. A strange feeling of pleasure came over him, seeing the Inquisitor being hurt, hoping that the force he just unleashed onto that monster was enough to kill him. Ezra had never wanted to hurt anyone so badly in that moment as he wanted to now. Ezra he gritted for a short moment before his exhaustion caught up with him. Ezra's eyes glittered with delight, as he felt the power flow through him, how he found pleasure from it, no longer being so weak, now he would make the Inquisitor the weak one. Completely drained, the fire of hate inside him began to diminish as he collapsed and everything went black.

SWR

Kanan felt the burning sting of the lightsaber on his right arm and the Inquisitor prepared to lash at him once again, for the last time. So this was it, he would become one with the force, at least the pain would stop. Yet, he wished he had more time with his crew, his wonderful crew. Then he heard Ezra scream; not in panic, but in anger. Kanan saw the child and could recognize the massive wave of dark energy coming from the boy. Ezra's face was completely hateful while he stared at the Inquisitor.

"No," Kanan whispered as the Inquisitor was forced away from him and into the wall. Kanan looked back at Ezra and saw the cold hateful eyes that glittered with delight at the Inquisitors pain. To make the scenario worse was that to Kanan's horror, he saw Ezra's eyes had turned a dull shade of yellow. For a short moment, he shuddered and felt like he looked at the Inquisitor instead of Ezra. The poor kid had used the dark side, and judging by the pleased look, the kid seemed to enjoy it. Had the Inquisitor completed his task after all, had he broke him?

The boy collapsed and he knew this was not the time or place for all the questions, all though there sure seem to be lot of them. For a short horrific moment, Kanan questioned rather or not bring Ezra along, what if the boy would attack him after having fallen to the dark side. Even so leaving the defenseless child behind was not acceptable, Kanan just hoped he would not be attacked by a Sith child during this escape. Kanan managed to get up and walk on unsteady legs over to the shuttle and pick the boy up. Even as light as the boy was, it was a challenge to get him in and close the ramp. Just as it did he heard the Inquisitors rise on unsteady legs, similar to his own. The Pau'an used the wall for support, blood dripping from his temple, yet smiled at what had just happened.

The Inquisitor smiled wickedly to Kanan, "I won Jarrus; looks like the boy will end up a Sith. Even if you both get out of here alive, you cannot save him; he's too far gone"

Kanan bit his teeth together before he forced himself to ignore the Inquisitors word and run to the cockpit. Kanan laid Ezra onto some seats in the transport hold before he began throwing the breast plate and metallic gloves off to have full function when flying, his whole body was screaming in protest. Kanan's lung, legs, arms, everything was painfully screaming in protest, he felt dizzy and his breathing was uneven and the sweat was howling down his face, but the need to survive somehow gave him the strength to do it. Even so his legs was shaking as he ran, had Kanan not known any better, he would say he was drunk. As he came to the cockpit he considered for a second to lock the door to prevent Ezra getting in, but he shook his head; that would only scare and possibly anger the kid more, even so the urge to lock stayed with him. Kanan started to fly towards the door that was dangerously close to be completely closed. Kanan aimed for the middle pressing for the highest speed it could present and flew through it when he heard the sound of metal against metal.

"Hold" he pleaded to the shuttle as the door pressed against the roof and bottom of the shuttle.

Somehow the force seemed to have decided to let him get out …. Just to leave a starship that was in lightspeed. The whole ship sounded like was being torn apart, he felt like he was being torn apart, and an array of light from exiting the lightspeed was so numerous it was as if they had just flown by a hundred suns. Kanan was grateful that Ezra was out cold for this; the poor kid would be scared out of his mind, provided he wasn't already awake and plotting. Had it not been so deadly it would have been beautiful. Kanan tried to resist with the controls not having any idea if the crazy stunt they were performing would be the end of them. If they hit anything it would be over before they even knew it. His heart was racing, his breathing speeding up, his nerves were on edge.

"Comeee oooon" he grittered through his teeth, the spinning jumbling his words as he pleaded with the ship.

Kanan pulled even hard on the panel to get it to stop when he finally felt it. The speed started to decrease, the sight of space returning to normal, the ship stopping to spin around and the ship stopping sounding it was being torn apart. Kanan took a deep breath and tried to slow down his heartbeat and breathing. Kanan was shaking all over, but he did not really register it as he kept the ship even and checked the reports over. It was damaged but it would manage to Lothal. Kanan dialed in the numbers and started the ship before anything else. Kanan would not risk the imperials finding them in the middle of space. The thought of getting captured again made his body shiver even more than it already was.

Kanan had to contact Hera, they needed to get as far away from the Empire as possible, and they needed medical help. Kanan gulped when he realised that he also needed to check on Ezra and see if the kid had truly fallen to the dark side. Kanan closed his eyes hoping that it would not come to that. Kanan had hoped to secure Ezra a way out, he knew the rebels would make sure the small boy would have help, even if Kanan was not around. Now however, he realised this shuttle could end up being his grave, killed here by the very same child he had tried to help. Worse, the rebels might be killed by a small child who had fallen to the dark side. Kanan gulped, should he try to … do something about it … permanently?

Kanan couldn't stomach the thought, even if the boy had turned to the dark side, the idea of killing a child was too evil of a crime for Kanan to commit. Besides the kid had saved him in more ways than one in this past few hours. Heck Kanan wouldn't have the chance to see the crew again. But if the child had just turned now forever, wouldn't it be a mercy killing to make sure Ezra never ended up a sith. No he could not do that, even if in the end, it cost him his life, at least he went down sticking it to the empire, and doing what's right. Yet he also had a responsibility to the rebellion, what was he to do?

A/N What do you think about Ezra using the dark side? A big thanks to all the readers and a special big thank to Lynn Friedman-Kinsey for the comment, it made us pumped to finish this chapter.