Hello Star Wars fans! I can't believe how many people followed, fave'd and reviewed chapter two in like, 3 days! Thank you everyone, you are so great!
Emilybridger, you gave me this idea, so thank you so much, I thought it was so amazing, the second I read it I got to work on this chapter.
And thanks to everyone who gave me support and ideas, I loved it all! So you all know the drill, please review, follow, fave and please, please, please request, if you want another chapter this month. I would do a special mention for the reviews that really shone, but my fingers are hurting from typing non-stop, so if you want a special mention, also review- and no hate comments please, because they will get a very terrible mention (Not that I think that any of you guys would, just making sure ).
So now, let's get on with the chapter!
Ezra's POV
It's her. The one who threw me out, the one who slapped me if I burned her food, the one who made me sleep in the cold, dark, dingy room. The reason I'm a junior criminal, the reason I had to live on the streets to survive.
My old Foster mom.
My pupils narrow in shock. I see her, her eyes narrow, her smile stretching across her cracked lips, her claw like hand on my shoulder. We called her The Seventh Sister. My breathing gets worse, much worse and everything looks strange and soft. Everything but her. Awful chocking noises emerge from my throat, and the only words I can say in my strangled, petrified voice is "It's her, It's her..." I see the police, amidst my strange sight, I see the look of confusion etched upon his face, mingling with horror and anguish, and I thrash out with my arms and legs, trying to get her away from me, trying to hurt her, trying to kill her. Trying to get my revenge. The heart monitor behind me wails as I dig my fingernails into her face, as doctors and the police try to tear her away from me.
And then the needle goes in and then out, before everything goes black.
Kanan's POV
I suddenly see him transform from the small, scared teen to the monster I've been warned about, the thief, the pickpocket, the con-artist he is advertised as. But did I see something before the needle went in? Something, yes, definitely. Maybe I wasn't looking correctly, maybe it was just a figure of my imagination, but I could have sworn that I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Recognition, followed by fear.
Random Doctors POV
I run some more tests on him, the kid, Dev Morgan. But even before looking at the data sheet, I can tell something is wrong. I see something like pain wash over his face before it turns completely blank, and my heart skips a beat. Biting my lip I look at the sheet and I gasp in horror.
Amnesia.
Depression.
Trauma.
Anorexia.
At the top of the list. I close my eyes before consulting with the police, Kanan Jarrus.
Kanan's POV
"What do you mean he won't remember anything?!" I exclaim in disbelief, snatching the data from the doctors hand, all the colour draining from my face. "And what do you mean he's in a coma?!"
YASSSS! Another cliffhanger! Oh, and I almost forgot to mention-
Disclaimer! I don't own Star Wars Rebels, even though I want to! I only own my OC's.