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Chapter Four

"Dissipate"

He was worried it would swallow him up.

Ezra stood silently in front of the door of his old home, staring at it. Almost…Afraid. The chill in the pit of his stomach grew with each passing moment. It felt like it was about to eat him alive. Like it would crawl up his throat and into his mind, cutting off any thought process. It felt…worse. Almost as bad as it had been on that ship.

Ezra's thoughts drifted to Kanan. He was going to let Ahsoka send him away. To hole him up God knows where and Kanan was just going to let it happen. Ezra gripped his hands into fists. He hadn't had the motivation to be angry at Kanan…He was doing his best, but Ezra wanted better. He wanted the crew to fight for him to be there. To argue with Ahsoka. Not to just let it happen.

They were his family.

He blinked, looking at the home of his old family. The ones from so long ago that he tried every day to forget about. Shifting, Ezra almost stepped back, not wanting to go inside. His mind raged. If he went in, it would be the last.

Finally, after a few moments of convincing, he reached out and grabbed the door, pulling it open.

As soon as he walked in, he was met with a chill in the air. He looked around the darkened home. It looked no different from when he and the crew had come those weeks ago. Ezra wasn't positive what he wanted…Maybe he just wanted to look around before he would leave forever. Maybe he was worried that Kanan was wrong and the city would burn without his surrender.

Ezra slid his hand across a dusty table and whispered, "You two gave everything up to fight the Empire. I'm not sure if that was brave or stupid."

Ezra breathed hard and thought, "The Empire takes everything."

Gasping suddenly, Ezra felt an icy pain shoot through his chest. He leaned forward, propping himself against the table for support as it continued to bombard his body with assaults. It was so much like the ship; he couldn't stop himself from beginning to tremble with terror. He whirled around, searching for the source of the pain…

In the doorway stood a shadow…the shadow…The Sith.

Ezra pushed himself back, pressing his back to the table as he hissed, "You."

The other made a snorting sort of sound as if…Amused? Ezra swallowed thickly past the lump in his throat and moved around the table as the other entered further in some attempt to put space between them. Ezra held up a hand in a warning motion, causing the other to stop, his face entering the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Ezra could see his face. He was smirking, staring at Ezra with amber eyes. He looked so known…So familiar. Ezra hardened his stare on the other teen in an attempt to hide his fear.

"Me," The older said, shrugging his shoulders as if the conversation were casual. "Isaac. I suppose I should tell you my name before you come up with one of your own."

He sounded annoyed, less amused than his face let on. Ezra snapped, "Shadow-Wanna-Be-Creep is more appropriate."

"That's a mouthful," The Sith…Isaac scoffed. Ezra felt fear build inside of him causing him to reach into his belt and unsheathe his blue lightsaber. The other simply rolled his eyes and threw out his hand, causing the weapon to fly across the room out of Ezra's reach. Ezra stepped back in his stupor, trying to stop his shivering.

Isaac rolled his eyes, "I'm not here to duel with you, we both know how that will end. I'm surprised your little Rebels aren't here."

Ezra stared silently a long moment before the other tsked in realization, "Ah…They don't know where you are."

Ezra could feel the prodding in his mind and he pressed his hand to the side of his head, screaming, "Stay out of my head!"

Isaac took a step forward, causing Ezra to throw himself back towards the wall. The Sith looked like a cat chasing its prey, "Please, it's not like it's hard to get in. The only reason I couldn't track you was because of that stupid master of yours, but as soon as you got out of his range, you were easy enough to find."

Glancing around he continued, "I should have guessed you'd come here one last time, after all."

Confusion laced itself into Ezra's frame…

"The home of Mira and Ephraim Bridger. And their children…"

Ezra couldn't help but feel his heart race at the words. He corrected subconsciously, "Child." After a moment of pause he mumbled, "How do you know about them?"

Isaac shifted on his feet and Ezra watched with surprise as something flashed in the Sith's eyes. Something of recognition that caused Ezra to breathe heavily. Maybe this Sith knew…Maybe he knew where Ezra's parents were or…

"You didn't feel it in the Reading, did you?" Isaac asked, causing Ezra to flinch. He almost sounded disappointed.

"Don't talk about that."

The taller chuckled, "Trust me it wasn't fun for me either, Ezra."

Ezra stepped back suddenly, even furthering himself to the corner of the room. He tried to hide the shock on his face, but Isaac looked annoyed again. He felt bare. His identity strewn out across the house. His parents' faces and his own were known…But, now his name? Now he didn't even have that to keep? He had nothing without his name.

"Do you think I'm dense?" Isaac huffed. "Do you think I'd know where your parents lived and not know your name?"

"The Reading told you that," Ezra croaked past the scratchiness in his throat.

"Among other things," Isaac hummed. "I'll tell you about them soon."

Ezra shook his head and growled, "I won't be seeing you soon."

The younger of the two then threw out his hand, throwing Isaac into the wall across the room. Without taking a second to breathe, Ezra held out his palm, calling his lightsaber to him before fleeing the home and running into the street. He had to get back to the others. They had no clue…They had no clue what that Reading had done to them and the danger it had put them in.

Maybe Ahsoka was right. He was dangerous.

Ezra grabbed the fire escape of the closest building. If he could get to the rooftops, he would be safe. He could find a place to go and hide and wait this out. He could get back to the Ghost. He needed the elevation though. It would be his best chance.

Suddenly, Ezra's heart filled his throat as a scream erupted from him. He was already several feet up the ladder when he felt a force pull him back towards the alley below…Heavy. His body slammed into the cement, his head making a sickening crack on the ground. Ezra gasped loudly, the breath leaving his lungs at the sudden impact.

He felt himself being yanked to his feet and his body was slammed against the side of the building he had just been scaling. Isaac's amber eyes were burning like fire into his own terrified blue ones. Ezra felt the grip of the elder's hand on his arms tighten and suddenly the icy hand pressed to his forehead-

"No!" Ezra screamed, shaking his head frantically as memories of that night of the Reading came rushing back. "No! No! Please, not again, please don't do that again!"

He sounded every bit of the child he was, causing Isaac to pause in surprise. It's hard to imagine someone as a child when they wield a lightsaber, but that was all Ezra was. He was just a boy. A boy caught up and powerful.

"It's not a Reading, Ezra," Isaac stated, causing Ezra to stop his panic and stare in shock. Isaac's voice actually sounded like he was trying to be…Soothing… "You'll sleep."

Then, the hand pressed against his forehead once more, welcoming the chill of slumber into the home it had made within him.

Fear erupted in his chest.

They were supposed to be on their side. The clones were supposed to be helping them fight the good fight. They were born to help them. Why were they turning their blasters on their own? Why were they turning against the Jedi? Why now in this moment?

The boy watched in horror as his master tried desperately to fend off their attacks. She was quick…Skillful. Powerful. But…Not enough. Not by a long shot.

"Go, Caleb!" She shouted over the raging war behind her. "I'll be right behind you!"

"But-" He tried to argue, only for her to cut him off as she became overwhelmed.

"Run!"

Kanan gasped, his eyes snapping open as his shoulder was shaken. He blinked heavily, trying to make his vision focus on his cabin in the Ghost. He breathed heavily, fighting back the effects of the memory. Once he had his heart under control, he looked up at the person who had pulled him from his sleep.

Hera stood above him, a worried expression on her face. Kanan sat up on his elbows quickly, blinking as he asked, "What's wrong?"

"We're getting ready to go and no one has seen Ezra," Hera said quickly, stepping back as Kanan sat up to prop himself on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face, sighing deeply.

"He should be in bed," Kanan said. "He's always the last one to wake up."

Hera swallowed thickly and shook her head. Her mannerisms grabbed Kanan's attention…She was concerned. Usually he was the one fretting over Ezra. Over his every move. She whispered, "Zeb said he never showed up in the cabin last night."

Kanan tried to keep the conversation casual, not wanting to concern her more as he stated, "He couldn't have gone far."

The man shut his eyes, reaching out with the Force to sense for the boy. His mind wavered suddenly when he found the usual space between himself and Ezra to be completely empty. Green eyes snapped open, looking up at Hera with a frightened look.

He couldn't feel him.

He couldn't feel Ezra.

Jumping to his feet, the want to keep Hera calm suddenly dissipated. Kanan rushed down the corridors of the Ghost, pushing Chopper out of the way and causing him to squeal with displeasure.

Kanan ran out of the Ghost, the sun not yet rising over the horizon, but minutes from doing so. He closed his eyes and tried once more to feel the apprentice, but to no avail…There was still nothing. Not a thing. It was empty. Completely and utterly empty…He hadn't felt this since before meeting Ezra. He had forgotten how lonely it felt…How…Cold…

Kanan was vaguely aware that Hera and the crew had joined him outside of the Ghost. Hera whispered, "Maybe he is just too far away? In the city?"

The man shook his head vigorously, "I should be able to feel him. Unless he's…Unless…"

The words died on his lips as he watched the sun pour over the horizon, illuminating the city in the distance. Kanan's eyes widened as the new found light allowed the sight of black smoke pouring from the city to be visible. Kanan stepped back in horror…Only able to utter one order…

"Contact Ahsoka…Now."

Ezra woke to a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He gasped loudly, jumping away from the disturbance as his mind fogged over a moment before returning. It felt like the weight of the world was sitting on his head, his brain pounding against his skull causing him to wince in discomfort. As he tried to move away from the pain, he found himself buckled into a chair…Not necessarily restrained, but buckled.

Ezra blinked hard, looking up to see the Sith…Isaac…Standing above him. Something was different about him. The teen held a syringe in his hand, which Ezra suspected was the source of his suddenly discomfort. He had been injected…And there was no telling what that was.

Glancing around, Ezra tried to take in his surroundings before letting the Sith know he was fully aware. They were in a small aircraft…Not much bigger than the Phantom. A trooper was piloting. A cloak was wrapped around Ezra, but he still shivered and trembled, his fingers ringing and ringing together with anxiety and loss of time.

Finally, Ezra asked in a shaky tone, "What was that?"

Isaac was staring at him, waiting for him to come to completely before he responded, "Something to keep you contained."

Ezra gave him a questioning look and Isaac continued, "The DNA of a ysalamir can be used to subdue a Jedi's Force abilities."

The boy wasn't sure what a ysalamir was, but he didn't think he liked the sound of it. Ezra curled into himself, asking slowly, "Where are we going?"

Isaac looked amused. Honestly, just like back in the house, he looked totally amused with the whole situation and it made Ezra's skin crawl. Someone shouldn't look so pleased with themselves. Not when they were doing such cruel things in the galaxy. Not when they were a Sith.

"We're going somewhere a bit less warm," Isaac said, seemingly proud with his statement.

It took Ezra a long moment…A very long moment to put it together. Maybe he was still waking up from the Force induced sleep, or maybe he was trying to deny it. But, all he could breathe out as the realization hit him was, "No."

Isaac sat down in the seat in front of him and gave Ezra a hard look, obviously realizing the panic that was beginning to creep into the younger's bones. Ezra's fingers found the belt buckle and he unhooked it, screaming, "NO!"

He kicked out, catching Isaac square in the jaw, causing the elder's head to slam back against the wall. Ezra ran for the pilot, grabbing the back of the man's helmet and shoving it down into the controls so he could peer out the window. They were obviously on auto control as he looked down and gazed upon the largest city in Lothal…

Fire engulfed it…Figures ran from the buildings. Destroyed. Their homes, families, jobs…Everything…Destroyed. Gone forever consumed up into the fire that was the Empire. Just like Ezra's life. Just like Kanan's. Anyone's who stood in the way of the power.

Ezra felt tears stream his face as his heart wrenched in his chest. He was dying. It felt like he was dying. Like his world had suddenly become nothing. Letting out a pained scream, he reached into the trooper's belt, yanking out the blaster.

The trooper sat up, but busied himself checking on the control panel for damage. Ezra saw Isaac gaining his composure after the kick to the jaw and he fired the blaster. Isaac avoided the blast easily before throwing out a hand and yanking the blaster from Ezra with the Force. The younger shouted with fury as Isaac stepped forward, gripping his wrists in the tightest hold Ezra had ever felt in his life. Bruising.

Ezra tried to stop the tears that were staining his face, but he couldn't. He would look weak, but the cold was consuming him and it hurt so damn much. His knees wanted to give out as he yanked at his wrists, unable to escape the grip.

"It is necessary," Isaac stated harshly, obviously frustrated.

"Why!?" Ezra screamed. "The Empire takes everything!"

Isaac leaned forward, hissing in Ezra's ear, "Desperation is cause for change. It will make you strong."

Ezra flinched as he was shoved back into his seat and strapped down with the belt once more. Isaac picked up the cloak, putting it around the shivering child's shoulders again as Ezra glared with malice in his blue eyes. If he could…He would kill him. He would get back up and kill him with his own lightsaber. But, his limbs felt like jelly and he felt…Disconnected…It had to be what Isaac had given him.

Isaac got inches from Ezra's face and said, "Fear, anger, and hate…It's only the beginning."

Ezra glared defiantly, "They'll come for me."

"And I'll be waiting," Isaac hummed, sitting in the chair in front of him once more.

Ezra stared at Isaac a long moment, his eyes heavy. Whatever was in that syringe…It had been bad news. He felt empty. The Force was gone from him…He couldn't feel Kanan no matter how hard he tried he couldn't feel him…

Suddenly, Ezra realized why Isaac looked so different. It was his clothes.

His eyebrows furrowed as he gripped the cloak around his shoulders…

"This is yours."

Gone.

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