I originally wanted these scenes to be apart of chapter two so it can better exolain their pasts but when they didn't I also didn't want to toss him.
Also, Mana, it is SO good to see you again.
Watching the person you love most die in your arms, is an image that will never leave you. It becomes a heavy weight that you have to carry for the rest of your life.
The memory of that day still laid fresh in Kanan's mind. He remembered everything, every little detail.
The tires screeching as the murderers drove away. His loud cries filling the night sky as he held his mother in his arms, begging for someone to help him. The dark red stain of his mother blood against his shirt. The harsh slam of the judges mallet when they let the murderers go.
It was that day that Kanan learned a very important rule.
The justice system was bullshit.
All things considered, he was thankful that he learned it so early.
He wanted justice, so he went out and found it himself.
Kanan had taken thousands of lives, rapists, murderers, con men, pedophiles, all kinds of people that poisoned society.
But of all those lives, there was one assassination he remembered clearly.
His very first kill.
The scent of blood was slowly growing in the abandoned warehouse.
Under a overhead light, two men were tied back-to-back in separate chairs. Blood was seeping into their gags from both their mouths and noses.
Kanan was standing at a distance, in his hand was a old photo showing his beloved mother with her arms wrapped around a younger and more innocent him.
"When you watch someone take everything away from you," the man said in a low growl, "Everything you ever loved, it does something to you,"
Sweat was mixing in with the blood of the tied victims as Kanan folded up the photo and placed it back into his pocket.
"It's like you died with them, and you become someone else," Kanan chuckled bitterly before continuing.
"I really should thank you, you've opened my eyes and made me stronger,"
Fear flooded into the hostages chests as Kanan pulled out his gun and turned towards them. The mutant had a tight grip on their minds, preventing them from escaping.
"But the person you turned me into, thinks otherwise,"
Kanan's face turned stoic as he aimed the weapon at the two mem.
"Styles and Grey. You have been found guilty, under the charges of first-degree murder,"
The cock of the gun echoed through the air.
"The sentence for you deed… is death,"
The two gunshots echoed across the night sky.
The deed was done.
Kanan wasn't a bad guy.
He was justice.
They had given her the name, The Angel of Death.
In Hera's opinion, not bad but still dull.
In a fancy restaurant, Hera was on a blind date with a man named Gerald.
The woman was dressed in a fancy black dress that trailed down to her ankles, with an opening on her right leg and her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders like a cape.
"So, Vanessa," Gerald spoke, slight nervousness in his voice, "Have you ever done this before?"
"What? Dated with someone I met online?" Vanessa, or Hera, responded with a smile, "No. My father is very specific on the kind of man he wants for me,"
"So I'm in your father's standards," the man responded with a playful smile, "What kind of standard did I meet?"
The woman smiled warmly, "Well, you are charming, intelligent, handsome, and the kind of guy who, and stop me if I'm wrong,"
The warm smile on the woman's face then disappeared, "Cheated thousands of dollars from a Crime Boss in a gamble, spent half of it and then used the rest to skip town before the gang could find him,"
Fear was clear on the man's face but he tried to hide it, "Who are you?"
"The daughter of the man whom you owe money,"
Gerald's fear was now out, as sweat appeared on his forehead, "You're Hera Syndulla,"
"Like I said, you never know who you might meet online," Hera replied with a smirk as she lifted her up her glass of wine.
Gerald didn't say anything. Instead he flipped the table, causing the bottle of wine to almost spill on Hera before making a run for it
"Of course," Hera sighed, gulping down the rest of her drink before carelessly dropping the glass onto the ground and strutting towards the exit.
Outside the restaurant, Gerald race towards his car. But just as he was a few feet away, a german shepherd dog jumped out with his teeth bared. Preventing him from making an escape.
Gerald spun on his heels, only to see Hera blocking his other way out.
"For the record," the man attempted with a sly smile, "I think we could have worked out,"
The man then pulled a gun from his jacket and aimed it at the woman.
Huge wings bursted out of Hera's back and then closed in front of her, shielding her from the bullets.
When the rain of bullets stopped, the wings pulled away to reveal Hera holding a gun of her own.
Before the man could react, she pulled the trigger.
"I don't," the woman smirked as the body fell to the ground.
Hera had her reasons as why she stuck around her father's business but that didn't mean she enjoyed doing it.
Sure the thrill was amazing but she did not chose it.
Zeb didn't believe that he was a monster.
He was made exactly how those dimwits made him.
The real monsters of this story, are the ones who made him this way.
A red alarm was blaring through the whole laboratory.
"What happened," a scientist with black hair asked, his name tag said Cain.
"Subject 1-172 has escaped his prison," another scientist with red-hair answered, his name tag said Robert.
"He tore through the solid steel doors!" The final scientist with brown hair answered, his tag said Rick.
Robert pulled up multiple security cameras onto the monitor in front of him. Most of them were static and broken, the ones remaining showed a growling purple blur racing through the halls. Claw marks were left on the walls as it ran by.
"Lock the doors!" Cain shouted, "He's looking for us!"
Rick pressed down hard on a large button, causing the two large steel doors to begin closing.
However, a large clawed hand grabbed the door before it could shut and effortlessly pried the steel door open.
Subject Z-172 pounced into the room, an angry snarl was on his face. His sharp teeth and claws out for a horrific display.
Rick pulled open a draw and grabbed a syringe with a clear substance inside that would knock their creature unconscious.
Rick then charged towards their creation with the syringe ready.
However, Subject Z-172 was quicker and dodged the needle, before slashing his claws across the man's neck. His jugular vein had been cut, and the man fell dead to the ground.
Robert pulled out a long staff with an electric poke at the tip. However, when he tried to stab the electric end to the creature's chest, Subject Z-172 grabbed the staff and stabbed the other end into the man's chest.
Cain grabbed all his research papers and them bolted towards the door.
However, Subject Z-172 proved to be faster and grabbed the man by his throat. As he lifted the scientist into the air, all research fell to the ground, quickly getting soaked by blood.
"I created you!" Cain choked out, "I am your master! Your creator! You belong to me!"
With a snarl, Subject Z-172 easily snapped Cain's neck. The man fell limp as the creature dropped his lifeless body to the ground.
Who is the real monster?
The one that looks like a monster? Or the ones that made him that way?
Sabine had experienced many forms of pain.
While she didn't fully remember that day, the feeling of abandonment was all she did felt.
Then years of extensive training, modification and other fun stuff.
But when the missions began, Sabine actually thought she made a friend. Ketsu was her partner, she almost considered the girl her sister.
Then that one mission happened, and everything changed.
It had been like any other mission.
Get in, take what we need, and leave no witnesses.
Sabine had a miracle in her hand, ready to blow at any second. She was just waiting for Ketsu's signal to blow the place up for their escape.
When the signal finally did came, Sabine aimed the miracle towards the far wall.
However, a bullet suddenly rang through the room amd grazed across her ankle.
The shock and pain caused the girl to miscalculate her throw.
The miracle was launched high in the air and slammed against the roof.
Causing the entire structure to explode.
Sabine was already wounded so she couldn't run, large pieces of debris fell on her like a heavy rain.
After a few sec9mds, the room was still.
Dust and ashes rained down from the damaged roof.
A heavy chunk of the roof was pressed against Sabine's back, pinning her to the ground.
The girl tried to phase through the debris but there was too much pain in her body.
From the corner of her eye, the girl could see the silhouette of her partner jump out a window, Sabine swore that Ketsu looked in her direction before running away.
She left her there to die.
Sabine was use to pain.
But the feeling of betrayal still stung like a knife.
Ezra was already convinced that he had lost his mind a long time ago.
The voices, the images, none of it ever seem to go away.
The strange part was, it always had something to do with fire. Or something made of fire.
Ezra had made a few objects move again, and Mother Superior had caught him.
So after his discipline amd a long prayer begging for God to free Ezra from the demon that plagued his mind, Mother Superior locked the boy in his room.
Ezra's room was the lowest room of the orphanage, far from all the other children.
It had concrete walls, one bed, a tall lamp, a desk with a mirror above, and a large steel door that could be locked from the outside.
"PLEASE!" The boy screamed as he kicked the steel door, "LET ME OUT! PLEASE!"
When no one answered him, he let out a small scream of frustration.
His outburst caused the desk to shift.
Ezra slammed his hands on the desk, trying to calm his growing anger. It felt like a fire was building in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
As he began to calm down, Ezra looked up in the mirror towards his reflection.
To his horror, his reflection was staring back at him with anger in it's black eyes and a wicked smirk.
"No,"
As Ezra began to back away, his reflection snarled and then banged it's fists against the glass of the mirror.
"Let Me Out!" it hollered
"NO!"
Ezra ran away from his reflection and sat on his bed, clamping his hands tight over his ears.
"Let Me Out!"
"Let Me Out!" Ezra found himself repeating as he covered his ears with more force and squeezed his eyes shut. Practically yanking at his hair.
The voices kept getting louder.
All around him, objects were floating into the air, and his beg was beginning to shake underneath him.
Ezra moved his hands down to grip his covers tightly. Smoke was beginning to come out of his palms.
"LET ME OUT!"
Ezra's eyes burst open, now fully black, and a loud scream of anger, and pain tore from his throat.
From the boy's anguish, a large fiery explosion erupted him his chest and bursted upwards.
BOOM!
It had been an accident, Ezra didn't mean to do it.
And in all truth, he didn't do it.
The Phoenix inside of him did.
I'll see you all soon with a real update.
I Love You All!
KISS-KISS!