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Chapter 4
Ahsoka POV
Ahsoka woke up to a blinding white light. And as far as she could tell…she wasn't dead. That was good news.
She was lying on her side on the cold ground. The Padawan looked around to see nothing but white. The room she was in appeared to have metal walls and a concrete ground beneath her. It reminded her of something you'd see at an asylum or a mental hospital. There were two bright lights in the ceiling that appeared to be covered by-was that bulletproof glass?
Ahsoka slowly stood up, still scanning the room around her in case there was any change. When she started to put a majority of her weight on her legs Ahsoka gasped in pain. She immediately fell back down on the ground. Her hands went to her shirt and lifted it up to see a bandage covering a large part of her abdomen.
She remembered being stabbed, but that wasn't the only place the pain came from. Her legs were weak and hard to support weight on. Also Ahsoka had just woken up and she was still tired. She was never this exhausted. This was unbearable.
Only then did it hit her. She was drugged. She had all the signs of it. The only question left was why?
Or the more obvious question. Where was she?
Then Ahsoka saw something. It was a vague outline of door in the wall, except she didn't see a handle. There wasn't one. But it was enough for her to go on.
Ahsoka took a deep breath and pushed herself up onto her feet. She wasn't up for a second until her legs tried to give out again. She willed them not too and fell against the wall. Her arms were weak but Ahsoka tried to ignore it and clumsily made her way over to the door outline.
Her hands traced it looking for a handle or something that would open it. There were no dents or crevices to let her think the door could be opened from the inside. She looked around the room again for something. Anything.
But there was nothing.
The girl groaned in frustration and tried to use the force and push the door open. Nothing. She tried to pull. Nothing. But the feeling was less than nothing. It should feel like she's using the force and it's just not working. It should feel like she's trying.
But at that moment it was as if…she couldn't use the force. But why wouldn't she be able to? She was a Jedi. The force was part of her, and yet right then…it wasn't.
Ahsoka fell back on the ground. Her mind was lost in thought but after a while she tried to focus and meditate. After a few minutes of calming her mind, she was lost in the silence.
"Ah look at the little youngling, trying to meditate to get in touch with the force again."
Ahsoka's eyes popped open to reveal the face she knew went with the voice.
"General Grievous."
"It appears our little concoction has worked quite well. You're senses are lowered and you can barely even stand on two feet." The Separatist General smirked at Ahsoka. She returned his gesture with a scowl.
"What did you do to me?"
"Oh that's just the beginning little one. Wait a while, and then it'll get really fun."
"Go to hell," Ahsoka spat.
"After you my dear." General Grievous reached down and grabbed Ahsoka's arm. He yanked her small body up from the sitting position she was in. Ahsoka was yelling but that didn't stop the Separatist from pricking something in her arm.
"What was that?" She raised her voice. "What was that!"
"A mixture of a few things, none of which are any good. I'll be back later little one." He dropped Ahsoka's arm and threw her at the wall so that when the door opened (how it did she had no idea), she had no chance to escape. She was too weak. When the solid door closed behind him, Ahsoka crawled to it, hammering on what was now just a wall and a lost hope.
Eventually whatever Grievous gave her began to kick in and her legs were weaker than they were before. All of her body was weak, and if she didn't think that the General needed her alive, she thought her heart may go out and she would die. Again…
Ahsoka didn't remember falling asleep. Then again she probably wouldn't remember after being drugged up by a Separatist General. She did remember waking up though. Because she wasn't in the same room she lost consciousness in.
She woke up strapped to a lab chair with 5 different tubes stuck in her arm. She started to panic and was only able to calm herself enough to hear a slight chuckling from across the room.
General Grievous looked smugly at the Padawan learner and walked over to her side. Ahsoka could then see behind him a human man, around middle aged, with short blonde hair and a lab coat on. She couldn't read his facial expression.
"I'm going to leave you with Fowar here for a while and we'll see happens."
He was about to walk out the door but Ahsoka stopped him. "Wait!" he turned back around. "What are you going to do to me? Why aren't I dead?" She spoke in a panic and wanted answers.
"Hmm, 'why aren't you dead,' can go two different ways. 'Why aren't you dead,' as in 'why haven't I killed you,' or 'why aren't you dead,' as in, 'you were stabbed in the abdomen and stopped breathing.'"
Ahsoka didn't get a chance to speak.
"Well as to both, I'll say that I have people inside the Republic, and I had them make sure you seemed deader than you actually were. And as to why I haven't killed you…I need you. I need information and you have it."
Somehow Ahsoka knew he was telling the truth, and part of her knew he was telling her the truth because he thought she would never make it out of this prison alive. Well the joke was on him, because she would escape.
"I've been trained in torture; I'm strong enough not to give in. And you aren't getting anything Grievous."
The smirk reappeared on the General's face. "Oh I'm not going to torture you the way you think little one. I don't plan on bleeding you out and chopping off fingers." Ahsoka was able to breathe a little bit better after hearing that even though it probably wasn't true. "I have something else in mind. And speaking of it, I believe it should be well enough into your blood stream by now."
And he left.
Ahsoka started to worry. What was going to happen to her? What was in these needles in her arm? What was injected into her?
'Stay calm,' she told herself. 'I'll find a way out of this.'
She was still trying to appease her nerves when Fowar walked up beside her and started adjusting her dosages. Ahsoka was able to get a good look at the room she was in now that General Grievous was gone.
There was a table full of surgical instruments next to her and a closet full of more across the room. Not to mention the fridge filled with different…vaccines? Poisons? Diseases? Ahsoka's stomach churned at the thoughts.
This room was a bit dimmer than the one earlier. The walls were gray and the lights were normal, except above the surgical chair. The lights shone down on whoever was sitting in it. And at the moment, that was Ahsoka.
"I'm aware of your condition, so you needn't worry about that Ms. Tano." He seemed distracted arranging his tools on the table next to her. This man looked pure evil. He didn't see anything wrong with torturing a young girl to get information and then just killing her in the end.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ahsoka's stern face matched her voice.
"I believe you do," he looked to her. "Ectohazmith right? It's quite rare. You're the first person I've ever met who has it. Don't fret though." He pointed to one of the needles stuck in Ahsoka's arm. "This one has your normal dosage of Neyba mixed with the normal treatment."
So he knew about her disease. Great. "What's in the others?"
"My apologies. I can't tell you that." His voice had some form of sympathy in it but Ahsoka guessed it was just a play. "I will tell you though that soon, you will be singing like a canary, telling us everything we want to hear."
"Over my dead body."
"No. You see, that's what comes afterwards." And then he sedated her.
Ahsoka had no idea how long she was out, but when she woke up she felt like crap. Her muscles hurt. Her head was pounding. And for some reason, it was hard to breathe. Not the normal 'hard to breathe,' that she gets from Ectohazmith, no it was as if air and her lungs were compatible, and every breath was a struggle to take in.
She wasn't going to give in though. She'd rather die than give the Separatists information. And something told her she might. But there was one thing Ahsoka Tano knew for sure. General Grievous thought he could get information out of her, and as long as he thought that, she would stay alive. But if she gave in and if she told them what they wanted to know, she would be dead the moment she was no longer useful.
The ground was cold and hard. Ahsoka shivered as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth. The lights were still as bright and blazing as ever. Something told the young Padawan she would just have to get used to it. This cell was her new home until she could break out.
Ahsoka wanted to tell herself that someone would come looking for her. She wanted to believe that someone would find and save her. She wanted to believe that that person would be Anakin. But he thought she was dead. He wasn't coming.
And Ahsoka was just going to have to get herself out of this.
A/N-A few things. I'm going to give General Grievous facial expressions because that makes him a better character for me to write. It's better to say he can scowl than to say nothing because he has a metal face. So go along with it. Understand my reasoning.
From here on is where I wish there was a T+ rating, because spoiler- Ahsoka is going to be tortured. And it's not pretty. I'm not rating it M because there's no sexual scenes or anything, but it gets pretty close to M with the torture, so beware, just be ready for that.
Bear with me and what I do to Ahsoka. I'm going to change some things about her and about her past that were proved in TCW. So just kind of go with the flow readers.
I literally can't say thank you enough to everyone who reads this. I love every review I get, it makes me fangirl and my heart skip a beat. So thank you all for reading so much. I love you all. I feel like I'm writing an Oscars speech. I'll update in two days. -Saraphine
