Ezra groggily woke up, his eyes seeing a dim room. While his eyes adjusted, he noticed he was laying on something soft; it wasn't his bed, though.
Eyes widening in alarm, Ezra rolled to his side only to cry out from the pain spiking in his left arm. Argh, bad move…
"So I see you're awake," came an amused voice. The female Inquisitor. Seventh Sister is her name, I think.
Ezra looked towards the doorway, unsure of what to say. He still felt tired, and memories from the last time he was awake were slowly plaguing his mind. His anger spiking, he used it to speak. "Thanks for noticing, Miss Obvious." Sarcasm dripped from his words.
Ezra expected to be then thrown into a wall. Maybe slapped, or chocked. But it didn't come.
Instead, she laughed. An insane, melodic laugh that caused goose bumps to ripple across his flesh. "You have spirit, little one; something that would become stronger with the Dark Side."
"I told the Inquisitor this last time too, I will never join you Sithspits," Ezra growled, now sitting up. His father used to use that word sometimes when he was younger.
The Inquisitor… The name made his heart break even more, if that was even possible. But it also caused anger, the anger seeming to set his heart on fire so it was just a blackened, shrivelled piece; the ash flowing through his veins, remnants of smoke clouding his eyes into pure hatred.
Footsteps could be heard approaching, and the Seventh Sister sat next to him, whispering, "Let the anger take over; let it guide you to what is justice. He needs to pay for what he did, doesn't he? The pain you feel shouldn't be yours, but his. It should be his pain that you feel vibrating off him in waves, begging for your forgiveness…"
Her words began to slowly fade, but Ezra knew she was still talking. Instead, he closed his eyes and focused on the sound of silence that somehow was ringing with anger and despair. He could feel the cold tendrils embracing his mind, washing away any fears or sadness, leaving only the anger, despair… The rage inside him. If he looked in a mirror, he wouldn't be surprised to see red or gold eyes staring back at him.
Gold eyes… The same colour as the Inquisitors.
His body began to shake with the rage coursing through him, and when his eyes opened, he noticed with slight surprise that everything was floating in mid-air, except for Seventh Sister who was still sitting, watching him with amusement.
She's enjoying this… His mind thought darkly, and suddenly, everything dropped. His breath was ragged, exhausted from the amount of anger that had coursed through him, which was now gone and replaced with a numb feeling.
It was quiet for a while, save Ezra's ragged breathing. Then, Seventh Sister spoke, sounding slightly impressed. "You are more powerful than you know, Ezra Bridger. I can show you how truly powerful you are if you join me. We can rule the world and bring back peace; we can make the Inquisitor pay for what he did to you. Plus, I can offer you something the Inquisitor could never possess…" A gloved hand ran down his cheek, and he shivered. "Love."
Ezra didn't hesitate; the thought of making the Inquisitor pay was all he wanted, and what the Seventh Sister offered somehow felt strangely right to have. Looking her dead in the eye, he said, "I will join you… Master."
She smiled, a cruel smile that made his breath hitch. "Good boy, my Padawan. But before we can do anything, I need you to break the bond with your previous Master so our bond can be stronger."
Ezra nodded.
As Kanan and the Inquisitor walked back to the Ghost with no signs of Ezra to be found, Kanan suddenly fell to the ground on his knees, crying out in pain. Clutching his head, pain exploded in his mind, causing a silent scream to escape. It felt like someone was burning his soul. Everything was just pain, nothing else.
I'm sorry, Kanan could hear Ezra say through their bond and it took him only a moment to realize what was happening.
Ezra was breaking their bond.
"No…" Kanan whispered. Ezra, please, stop… Don't do it, I…
He didn't get to finish his sentence as he felt the bond finally break, and he threw his head back and screamed out a heart-wrenching, "NOOOOO!"
He could feel himself being lifted up, and through his blurred vision Kanan realized the Inquisitor had picked him up. His attempts to escape were half-hearted, exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks.
As his vision turned to black, the last thing he saw was the entrance to the Ghost, his crew running out and yelling something.
"What happened?" Hera screeched, glaring at the Inquisitor as if it was his fault. "Follow me to the med bay; you can tell me what happened on the way. Sabine, Zeb, Chopper, stay here."
"Ezra broke their Master-Padawan bond," the Inquisitor said, following after Hera. The Inquisitor sounded calm, but Hera could detect slight panic laced in it, making her frown slightly. "He doesn't need to go to the med bay; take me to his room, he needs a Healer. The pain isn't physical, but mental. He needs rest."
Hera's frown grew. Stopping, she turned around and looked at the Inquisitor, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "And why should I trust you?"
"I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'm the only other Force-Sensitive here that could help him. I'm not a Healer, but I have picked up a few things through my life."
Hera paused, mulling it over. She didn't trust the Inquisitor, and to be honest she didn't think she ever would. But, he did have a point…
Worrying her lower lip, she said, "fine, I'll take you to his room, but I'm coming with you; try anything funny and I will not hesitate to kill you."