I realize that I should have warned you about the last chapter. That was pretty morbid. It's probably not right that it's my favorite chapter, but hey... Anyway, the time has finally come my readers (you'll understand once you read). Disclaimer- I don't own Star Wars the Clone Wars or it's characters.
Chapter 9
Ahsoka POV
There were a few more chances for Ahsoka to talk to Giya after that. She got bits and pieces about the Cathar girl here and there, until one day, Ahsoka got the whole story.
General Grievous was still off fighting some Separatist battle and Fowar was off getting more of the blue hallucinogenic serum for Ahsoka to lose more of her sanity to. She was in her daily dosage, and she had a record of 9 drips leading into her arm. As she lost more of her sanity, her pain tolerance rose. Not to the point where nothing hurt. No, she was still in excruciating pain half the time from illusions of her eyes falling out. Not to mention the more than occasional mirages of her Master beating her up and calling her a worthless disgrace. But she was stronger than she was when she was first captured. Then she couldn't even move a muscle. Now she could move a muscle with…limited excruciating pain.
"Giya can I ask you a question?" Ahsoka decided she wasn't going to die, or go completely insane (meaning she was already 85% there) without knowing this girl's story.
Giya let out a sigh as she organized around the lab. "I have a feeling I know what you're going to ask. But go ahead."
Ahsoka spoke from in her chair. "What's your story?"
"How did I end up stuck in a room with a Jedi Padawan that's gone completely mental?" She seemed to regret it right after she said it. "Sorry I didn't mean to-"
"It's fine." She shrugged it off. "You're right. I can't really be considered sane anymore can I?"
She hesitated but continued. "You know I was born and raised on Coruscant. One day my house was robbed and my family was killed. I didn't want anything to do with Coruscant after that, so I packed up and took the first ship out to anywhere. That ship was attacked by the Separatists and they took everyone who was moderately intelligent captive. Everyone else was killed. I played along and acted alright with the Separatists, and my degree of science got me here. Where I am currently torturing and killing an innocent girl to the point of insanity."
Ahsoka didn't know what to say, and just as she was about to say something, Fowar walked in and ordered Giya to go do something else. He gave Ahsoka a sedative and the next time she woke up she was back in her white walled cell.
WHERE WAS THAT BUZZING NOISE COMING FROM?
It was going to drive Ahsoka crazy…crazier. She'd already lost enough of her sanity to be considered completely mental.
She rubbed her temple's trying to calm her oncoming panic attack. It was starting to work until she was shoved into the wall in front of her.
"You're such a disgrace to Jedi." Anakin said behind her. "How could I ever even try to be proud of you?"
Ahsoka tried to pick herself up off the ground but her master pushed her back down again. Her face still stung from its impact with the wall.
"Just look at yourself. You're nothing but a weak, pathetic, little bitch." He kicked her in the stomach. "The only way to make it right is to talk to General Grievous."
"No," Ahsoka got out just below a whisper. She looked up to see Anakin gone, which was strange because he usually gets a few more kicks in.
Ahsoka stood up warily on her feet. Her balance was shaky so she let her hands fall to the wall to stabilize her body. Her breath was heavy and quick. Tears ran from her eyes as her panic attack started.
'Just breathe,' she told herself. 'Breathe, breathe, breathe, bre-'
Air.
Where was it coming from?
She was in an enclosed room with no openings but the door. Where did ventilation come from? Not the door, that wouldn't work well enough. It that was the only way fresh air came in then she would've already died. No, the air was always so fresh. When they used to pump in chloroform to knock her out where did that come from?
Ahsoka straightened up and examined the small room like she had so many times before. Only this time, she saw something. It was something new.
On the ceiling she saw a slight shine in the right corner where it meets the wall. Ahsoka went over to where the shine was and moved her head back and forth trying to see what it was. When she put her head in the right position she could see the smallest bit of gray. Not white, gray.
It was an air vent. She nearly screamed in joy at the sight. The vent was pretty small, but Ahsoka was smaller. She could get out. She could escape! And she didn't wait a second to do it.
General Grievous was gone and adrenaline was pumping through her veins. She used every ounce of strength she had left in her body to jump up and pull down the cover to the air vent.
She saw why she hadn't noticed it before. It was painted white and so was the inside of the vent. Every time she looked at the ceiling before, she just saw the whiteness and passed over it thinking it was just ceiling.
Ahsoka used (what left she could use of) the force to jump into the air vent. It only got her halfway there and she had to pull the lower half of her body up, which was excruciatingly painful by the way.
She took the cover of the air vent with her so there would be less evidence. Once inside the vent, the young Padawan realized that it was larger than she had expected. It was about as tall and wide as an average refrigerator. Ahsoka expected to be squished and have to crawl her way out with no space, but that wasn't the case. She could really escape.
Ahsoka welcomed the small sound of an engine ventilating air; it was the first time she hadn't been in complete silence in a long time. Well except the buzzing noise. She could still hear the buzz follow her into the air vents. How was it everywhere that she was?
Ahsoka put her hands over her ears to try and make it stop. Only then did she realize what and where it was. With her hands close to her ears it only got louder.
With the vent cover in hand, Ahsoka ripped off one of the metal strands that was attached to it. The strand was somewhat sharp at the ends. She decided it would have to work.
Without thinking about it a second more, she stabbed it into her wrist.
After a minute of twisting, turning, and agonizing pain Ahsoka pulled out a small metal device that she recognized as a tracker. She used the bloody vent cover strand to crush it to pieces. Her anger may have gotten the better of her right then.
Her wrist was bleeding badly, but she was too determined on escaping to notice. Ahsoka started to crawl through the vent once again, only to stop when she heard the buzzing again. It wasn't coming from the crushed tracker. This time it was in her thigh. She didn't hesitate to puncture her leg with the same rusty piece of the vent.
She crushed the other tracker and kept crawling through the vents leaving a trail of blood behind her. Only this time, it wasn't a hallucination.
Ahsoka was tired, weak, and bleeding, but she kept going. She kept going until she found the vent that led to the outside. And then she just walked away, towards the sunset she hadn't seen in so long. It was a beautiful sight for the girl who was free once again.
I apologize if you find this morbid. I know it kind of is.
Anakin and Ahsoka reunion next chapter? Maybe? If Ahsoka survives? I hope you like this chapter. It'll be interesting now that Ahsoka has escaped. I have a feeling you all will like the next chapter.
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Now is a time for celebration. Gotham just started and had a very nice first episode if I do say so myself. Agents of Shield started as well, yet I haven't gotten a chance to watch it yet. Tis the season for all my TV shows to come back on. -Saraphine
