A/N This was a very quick up date and I must say I'm very happy with myself. Not much happened in this chapter but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it and please don't forget to follow, fave and review.

Chapter 4

I fall against the back of the chair, my chest raising and falling rapidly with sweat pouring from my body as the exhaustion takes over. I can't help sobbing from the ordeal I've been though but also the thought that it is all over.

"She doesn't seem to know anything." I faintly hear one of my torturers say.

"Are you sure that you were thorough enough? I am certain that she is hiding something." I hear someone say.

"Yes we have done everything, she knows nothing." The first voice replies.

"Did the inquisitor make certain of that?"

"No he refused, said that there was no point."

"Will she live?" I hear. I force my eyes to flutter open at that trying to focus on what's going on, although, it turns out to be a fruitless attempt.

"I'm not sure yet, her body is going into shock." Is the last thing I hear as I drift into a bleak oblivion.

The next thing I know I'm waking up back in my cell and I can barely move and I'm feeling really shaky. I lay on the floor for goodness knows how long, puking intermittently and when I raise my hand to my head, it feels hot. I don't know why, I'm freezing! I then recall the conversation that I heard before I passed out and I start to worry that I am going to die. I mean I always thought that I would die in an epic space battle protecting innocent people but now it's going to be in some cell alone as I slowly waste away. I feel the tears start to well up in my eyes at the recognition.

I feel so alone, I would do anything to see my family again; to sit with my aunt while the aroma of her cooking fills the house, or be with my uncle working on fixing something together. Hell even if we are having an argument it would be nice to see them one last time.

I lose track of the amount of time that I have been stuck here falling in and out of consciousness, completely oblivious to the outside world. I'm so out of it that I don't notice anyone entering the room until I feel a hand on my head and a low growl.

"He took it too far this time." I hear them mumble. I force my eyes to crack open and familiar red eyes greet me, there's no white just red. I gaze at him while he inspects my body.

"Your body has gone into shock, you've got an infection and you have been mildly poisoned." He tells me, I try to keep my focus on him but I'm still barely conscious.

"Does that mean-" I breathe deeply for a second. "Does that mean I'm going to die?" I ask feeling relieved for a second at the thought that my pain might end. He stays silent for a minute but then says.

"Not if I'm right about you." He stops inspecting my body and looks into my eyes. "I will give your wounds some attention." He then gesture towards the medical supplies box. "Then I'll give you something for the poison and infection. I will help you where I can but the rest is down to you. You must use your hatred to keep you strong." He tells me.

I lay there as he works over me washing out my wounds and then wrapping them in bandages. I feel myself start to drift and although my gut tells me to trust the inquisitor my brain tells me not to. I do my best to stay awake even though the thought of allowing the darkness to consume me is very appealing.

I watch him working over me through half lidded eyes and I freeze when he lifts up my shirt but relax when I realise that its only to get to the wound that is on my stomach. I flinch when I see that the cut runs deep and is covered in big angry blisters that have a slight green tinge to them. It looks completely repulsive. He studies it for a moment and then sighs.

"I'm going to need to drain that. I will be back in a second." He gets up and leaves the room; he comes back a few minutes later with more medical supplies.

He kneels down in front of me and lifts up my shirt again, re inspecting the wound. After a minute, he goes into the medical box and pulls out a syringe and I know what's coming next. I take a deep breath but I still watch as the needle goes into my skin, I gasp trying not to move. I do look away however when the yellow pus starts to come out. I lay my head on the floor trying to relax when an intense pain overtakes my body.

"AHHH!" I scream. I look to see that he is pouring a clear liquid over my body he turns to look at me with half amusement and half exasperation in his eyes.

"You must channel your pain, it makes you stronger." He tells me.

"Yeah that's not really helping a lot at the moment." I grit out between my teeth. We sit together with him focusing on trying to help me and me focusing on trying not to pass out and puke at the same time.

"You can trust me." He looks me dead in the eyes again.

"W-" I swallow. "What do you mean?" I ask him.

"I can see that you are fighting consciousness, just go to sleep, I promise not to harm you." He assures me. I start to argue with him when he puts a hand on my head. "Sshhh." He says and then there's blackness.

"Ahh." I sit up looking around at my purgatory; the room is empty, which leaves me confused. I swear that the inquisitor was here, did I just imagine the whole thing?

Wait no he did that thing, with his hand, he used the force. That stupid prick.

I lay back on the floor and I realise that annoyingly, I feel so much better. My head feels less foggy, the pain is no longer excruciating and I managed to sit up without throwing up. Maybe I should be thankful to him.

Although I am feeling better, the pain is still intense and I still feel really nauseous. Then there is the overall feeling as if I'm dead. I jump suddenly when I hear the door whoosh open.

"Feeling better?" The inquisitor asks, I try to glower at him. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't want to go to sleep." I croak out and he sighs.

"You are like a child." He rolls his eyes at me but I ignore him. He sighs and sits down next to me. "I brought you some food." He tells me.

I realise that I should be famished but just a whiff of the food make me heave.

"You haven't eaten in days, you need to eat something." He insists.

"No thank you." He looks at me with a look to say that this is not up for discussion and I'm far too weak to argue with him.

He helps sit me up against the wall and I lay my head back. I lean over and try to pick up the spoon but fail pathetically. He rolls his eyes, takes the spoon and starts to feed me.

The food is disgusting and I heave every time that he puts the food in my mouth. He then puts a glass of water up to my mouth and I glug the whole thing down. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was. I then refuse to eat any more, as I start to feel really unwell again. I lay my head against him and feel him stiffen before relaxing only slightly.

"How long have I been out?" I ask him.

"A couple of days, your body needed the rest to recover." We stay silent for a moment until I break it suddenly.

"Why did you help me?"

He's so quiet, making the silence thick. In fact he takes so long to answer that it makes me jump when he does.

"The force is strong within you; you have potential that couldn't be wasted." He tells me and my face crunches up in confusion.

"You think that I have the force?" I ask.

"Yes, far stronger than anyone I have met, that is not my master."

I stay silent, he is still a murder after all and I didn't want to tell him that he has it all arse about face. We fall into silence again until he unexpectedly breaks it.

"Your name, Skywalker, do you know where it comes from?" I shift slightly.

"Yes my father." I state in a disinterested voice , trying to show that I don't want to talk about it.

"Was he Anakin Skywalker, the famous jedi that fought in the clone wars?" I sit up from my space on his shoulder and look at him.

"No, my father was a pilot and by all accounts, a waste of space." I tell him.

"It's just very strange that one of the most powerful jedi of all time has the same name and with the appropriate age difference- it's just strange." I stay silent, not really knowing what to say.

"I think it will be best if we start your training tomorrow." He says leaning towards me.

"What training?" He just looks at me exasperatedly.

"Your training in the force." The way he says it, like it's the most obvious thing in the galaxy.

A/N So she is starting her training, I hope you like it and if you do let me know.