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Chapter 5
Ahsoka POV
"She's stronger than we anticipated General."
"Yes. But that doesn't mean we can't still break her."
Ahsoka was back in the…was it a torture room? It didn't really look like a torture room. It looked like a lab more than anything. Anyway, she was back there eavesdropping on General Grievous and Fowar while they still thought she was unconscious.
She heard Grievous speak up again. "We know you're awake, so you might as well stop trying to act as if you aren't."
'There goes that,' Ahsoka thought and she opened her eyes. It hurt, because of the drugs and whatever else they were pumping into her, but she straightened up in the seat. It was also kind of hard considering her arms and legs were strapped down.
"So…stronger than you anticipated eh?" Ahsoka smirked at her captors.
The Separatist threw an evil smile at back at her. "Don't worry little one. I still have a few tricks left to show you."
Ahsoka cringed as the words came out in his cold mechanical voice. And she cringed even more so when he leaned down so close to her face that Ahsoka could see right into his eyes. Her breath fogged the metal where his cheeks were supposed to be. And his breath still came out in hot clumps, making Ahsoka flinch back at the feeling.
He lowered his voice and whispered right into her ear. "You're going to tell me what I want to know, Ahsoka."
And he left, leaving Ahsoka wide eyed, frightened, and still strapped to the chair. She turned to Fowar and he had an evil look in his eyes.
"Now we're just going to up your dosages Ms. Tano. And you'll start feeling the effects very soon."
Ahsoka woke up in the white room again. Only this time she was screaming.
Her body was on fire. Literally. She knows what being on fire feels like due to an incident one mission. Let's just say it was Anakin's fault and leave it at that.
Her body felt like it was roasting above an open flame. She could feel the flesh being burnt off her arms and the blood boiling from the heat. Ahsoka screamed and screamed, yelling for it to stop, and calling for help.
She didn't have much time to think while she was in agonizing pain, but she was sure that this was just a play from General Grievous. The fire wasn't real. She was just hallucinating. So the young girl looked down to convince herself that the fire was just a figment of her imagination.
But it wasn't.
It was as if she were a piece of firewood. The flames danced across her skin right before her eyes. It was real. Ahsoka was on fire. She was actually on fire.
This made her scream harder. She was pretty sure she was sobbing too but knew that all the water in her body must be gone due to the immense heat. Her body rolled on the ground trying to extinguish the inferno, but it didn't work.
She could see the skin burning off her body, and if she weren't too busy freaking out she would've hurled. At this point Ahsoka wasn't thinking. She stood up, as much as her legs could hold her, and rapidly began to pat down her body in an attempt to set the fire out.
And it was official. She was crying, from both the sight of her body being torn apart before her eyes, and the pain. Ahsoka felt like she was being stabbed thousands of times all across her body. She looked up, unable to watch her own death, while tears still ran from her eyes.
When she looked down again, the fire was gone.
Her clothes weren't charred, and her skin wasn't falling off. She wasn't burned and there was no evidence of a fire ever being there.
It was just Ahsoka in the cold white room. Except the tears still fell down her face.
There were a few various ways that General Grievous got Ahsoka out of the white room and into the lab. Some days he would have droids storm her room and administer a sedative, while she was too weak to use the force and could barely fight them off (Usually adrenaline would take over and she could take down one or two though). Some days her room would be filled with chloroform and she would pass out due to its affects, but after (what Ahsoka would guess to be) about a month or two of captivity, the General would come into her room alone and administer a sedative. He didn't bring any droids with him because he knew that the young Padawan could barely even stand up on her own anymore. It was one on one, and she still couldn't even give a good fight.
It made Ahsoka feel weak.
She was given a single meal a day that usually consisted of some form of entre gone entirely wrong and a piece of bread. Ahsoka knew that they drugged the food, but she would die if she didn't eat, and she was still planning a way out. Until then she would have to eat the drugged awful food.
Hallucinations came to her often. The most common was of being on fire but sometimes she would wake up to see her hands gone or her body stabbed in multiple places bleeding out. One time she woke up and her insides were cut open and sprawled across the floor in front of her. It always felt real. It felt like her body was torn to shreds and her lungs were giving out. She wanted it to stop, but not enough to give General Grievous information.
After each episode he would come in and say that the only way to make it stop was to tell him what he wanted to hear. And every time she would tell him to go to hell.
Then the General decided to switch things up.
The next time Ahsoka was in the lab, she saw a new blue liquid being pumped into her arm. She wanted to ask what it was, but knew she wouldn't get a straight answer. So she kept her mouth shut and waited until the effects started working.
The same bright light that'd woken Ahsoka up for the last-how long had it been? Anyway, it greeted her as it always did, by blinding her.
She looked around to see if General Grievous was in the room again, but there was no one there. So why did she wake up?
Ahsoka was so weak that she barely had any waking time during the day. Every day they would pump more drugs into her and she would pass out. She half expected this to be another hallucination attack, but she looked down at herself to see that her body was intact. Well, besides the thinness from lack of food. She bet her face screamed 'horror movie' in its awful state.
The young girl shakily stood up, balancing herself on the wall and willing her legs to hold her weight. She let out a rusty cough and pushed herself off the wall.
She knew this room like the back of her hand. Enough to know that it was fool proof. The only way in and out was through that door. And past that? Probably hundreds of droids waiting for her if she did break out. There must be something-
What was that noise?
That faint buzzing noise she heard in her ears. Was she imagining it? Or could it be-"Ahsoka."
Ahsoka's head got thrown in the direction that she'd heard the voice. The oh so familiar voice.
Her breath caught in her throat at what she saw-who she saw. "Master?"
"You look awful Snips." It was Anakin. But it couldn't be…he couldn't be there.
"You're not real."
"I may be real." Anakin took a seat on the ground. He smoothed out his clothes and took a meditating position just like he used to do. He looked exactly like he used to. His hair was still the same ruffled brown that it always was. His eyes were the same color they'd always been but something was still off. "Then again, I may not be. That's up for you to decide my young Padawan."
"You're not Anakin. You're just my mind playing tricks on me and I'm not going to fall for it." Ahsoka fell to the ground and sat there sitting across from Anaki-not Anakin. He wasn't the real Anakin.
"Not going to fall for it? Well we'll just have to work on that."
A/N-Did you like it? Did you not like it? Well I'm not sure what I can do if you didn't like it because I like it and I'm not changing it. But if you didn't like something about it, or would like to talk to me about how bad my grammar skills are, leave a review. I will read it and if I'm not to socially awkward I might even answer it too.
Remember how I said last chapter that I'm going to write General Grievous with facial expressions because it makes for better characters and why the heck not I want too. Just keep that in mind for these next few chapters because that still applies.
But seriously though if you have any questions or anything, I like answering them. I also like getting corrected on things as long as your not a total ass about it. I make mistakes, a lot of them at that. And I want to correct them, so if I did something wrong just tell me.
Thank you all so very much for reading. I love that people actually like this story and don't think to themselves 'what the hell is wrong with this person this entire thing is stupid and makes no sense.' Anyway, enjoy, I'll update in two days as usual. -Saraphine
