I am SOOOOOO sorry for publishing the wrong thing! My WiFi had been acting weird, and my computer was still recovering. So instead of publishing chapter three of THIS story, it published chapter three of my other story. Again, SO sorry.
Kanan
Kanan watched as his Padawan slowly went crazy, each day bringing a new video. Hera had told him not to watch the videos, but he couldn't seem to stop, for they were his only proof that Ezra was alive. He got worse and worse with each recording; he had stopped eating, and began mumbling under his breath. Ezra now seemed to scream at specific people, and they appeared to fight back. He would be thrown back against a wall, screaming as if in pain. Scars now lined his arms and legs, and his eyes seemed to be changing from bright blue to a dull golden red. The latest video was the most disturbing. It showed Ezra screaming and slashing at someone that was, once again, not there. Clearly Ezra thought they were.
"Kanan, leave me alone!" he yelled as he slashed angrily at the air and walls. "You killed them! They trusted you and you killed them! I'll kill you!" he shouted at the phantom Kanan.
"No," Kanan whispered as he watched Ezra slash at nothing, hatred burning in his eyes.
"I hate you!" the Padawan cried out, tears streaming down his face. "I hate you!" Kanan shut down the data pad and buried his face in his knees, tears falling from his eyes. They needed to get Ezra back. Now.
Ezra
It had been weeks since Ezra had been put under surveillance. Or maybe months, he couldn't tell. At least he wasn't alone, he now had Nina and Tarka to keep him company. They had joined the constant thrawn of voices in his head a couple days ago, but now he could see them. Tarka had white blond hair matted with blood, and slashes up her arms. Nina had dark curly hair, and bloody tear tracks on her face. They helped him win battles against the enemies that came to haunt him. They were the ones who had told him about Kanan killing the crew, and suggested if he did not eat the food, it would last longer.
He was sitting in the room at the way back, a bedroom. There was a small cot and a large mirror. He didn't go anywhere near the cot, to avoid Hera's mangled corpse, but the rest of the room was okay. Ezra had been deep in thought, but was now staring at the mirror in fascination. He had not dared enter this room for weeks out of fear, as this was where The Fifth Brother had been lurking. But he had killed that monster. He had not seen his reflection in weeks and he realized that he looked terrible. His hair was a mess, he was ridiculously thin, and his eyes were glowing demonically. Then the image slowly began to change. Now his slit throat was dripping and his mouth was agape in a horrified scream.
"No!" Ezra yelled, standing up and punching the mirror. He felt the shards of glass pierce his skin, but he didn't care. He kicked and punched at the mirror until it was nothing but broken pieces. He looked down to see blood running down his hands. He walked over to wall and pushed his hands against it, leaving a bloody print. He walked to all of the rooms doing this, trailing his figures against the stone, marking the rooms as his. He grinned psychotically at the red prints and began to laugh hysterically, completely unaware that he had just activated the next phase in the Inquisitors' plan.
Seventh Sister
A smile played at the Seventh Sisters lips as she watched the boy laughing hysterically curled up in a ball and rocking back and forth. She watched this go on for a couple minutes before cutting the recording device. She sent it to the crew and grinned as it was opened. "Brother!" she called to the Fifth Brother. "Prepare the prisoners, it's time."
Kanan
The latest transmission had shaken the crew to the core. Even Kanan couldn't deny it any longer, Ezra had completely lost it. Kanan was starting to get even more anxious than usual since the next video had not come through yet. Had they killed him? No. He would have felt it through the force…. But Ezra had changed since they had last seen him. His force signature was almost gone, so maybe he wouldn't have. Kanan sighed and checked the data pad again.
Ezra
"Nina? Tarka? Where are you guys?" Ezra called, stumbling through the rooms.
"We're right here Ezra," said Nina. Ezra turned to see her and Tarka standing behind him. "There are going to be people here soon," whispered Nina. "They want to kill you. Remember that."
"What should I do?" Ezra asked, swaying where he stood.
"They can't kill you, if you kill them!" Nina pointed out grinning maliciously.
"They can't kill me if I kill them," Ezra repeated slowly. He smiled slightly. "Can't kill me."
Seventh Sister
The Seventh Sister looked at the terrified prisoners and laughed. They were all lined up against the wall near the entrance of Ezra's area. Word travels quickly in the Star Destroyer, so all of the prisoners already knew what was in there. The latest gossip was that it was a demon. A creature that would destroy you on sight, an unsurvivable monster. They weren't entirely wrong, as Ezra's mind seemed to be just that. She looked at her data pad, it was time for a show. She had all the camera shoot in HD, and even added a few more. She wanted to film this at all angles. She wanted to show the Ghost crew what their youngest member had become, wanted to show that Jedi who his Padawan now was. The large doors slowly slid open, and the prisoners were pushed inside.
Kelly Jones
Kelly Jones had heard all the stories about what was beyond the door. The stories of a monster, the demon at the end of the hall. That's what everyone called him. Now she was being pushed into his domain with the door locked behind her. There was no sound once the door was closed. Maybe he died, she thought hopefully. She looked around. The walls were covered in scorch marks, and there were bloody handprints by the door. She could tell where the demon slept, by the dried blood on the floor. That's when she heard it, a scratching noise getting louder and louder. Then she could see a shadow in the doorway. Suddenly a boy appeared. He stared at them for a moment with his dead eyes that didn't seem to see them. He turned his head to the side and seemed to look up, as if someone was there. Then he murmured something and activated his saber.
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