I everybody! I'm back with chapter seven! I really have nothing important to say right now so, Enjoy!

Chapter Seven

Kanan

Kanan watched in horror as Ezra had a full conversation with the air around him saying , '"How should I do it?"' or '"We'll make his death painful"'. Kanan had a good idea of whom they were discussing, but did not want to think about it. At the moment, his Padawan seemed to be listening intently to a battle strategy offered by phantom demon girls. Ezra smiled maliciously, and then began his attack still clinging to the wall for support. He seemed to be using an old method of fighting that Kanan had never EVER dared try. It was a method used only by a select few. The Sith. Kanan dodged the attacks, but ended up getting slashed in the shoulder as he was not very familiar with the fighting technique his apprentice was using. Only now did he realize just how tight the Empire's hold on the poor boy was since they could conjure up figments of his imagination, possibly characters from a past nightmare, and bring them to life. And then use them as puppets to get what they wanted. He parried another blow, only to be kicked in the gut by his opponent. He gasped as the blow knocked the air out of him. Ezra took this opportunity to advance farther into the room, pushing Kanan back. "Ezra, please see reason!" Kanan begged. He knew that it was pointless, his words just flew by the boy in front of him like leaves in a hurricane. Suddenly he realized something, Ezra had had to let go of the wall to push Kanan back this far. , He could work with this.

Ezra

"Ezra,"

"Yes?"

"He's going to kill you." Tarka whispered.

"I will fight; How should I do it?"

"He knows all of your strategies," Nina said coming up next to him. "But we know a special one that he doesn't. He would never dare to try it. He's afraid of it's power." Ezra grinned.

"Show me."

Nina and Tarka began to tell him exactly what to do. He ran the steps they told him through his head, while keeping a close eye on his opponent who had a look of pure horror etched onto his face. Ezra grinned cruelly. "We'll make his death painful," and with that he began his attack. He could tell immediately that his old master was surprised at his strategy, as he was having trouble blocking Ezra's rapid attacks. Ezra was so caught up in the fight, that he didn't notice that his energy level was getting even lower than it already was. When he began pushing Kanan back further towards the opposite wall, he didn't think twice about leaving his support behind him. Now Kanan was just managing to block Ezra's deadly attacks, and trying desperately to talk to him. "No more lies!" he yelled at the Jedi. Suddenly he felt like he was falling, and there were two Kanans instead of one. Black dots swarmed his vision like a hive of angry bees, and the voices that had plagued his mind came in and out of focus. Between his horrible vision and the broken record playing in his ears, he found himself unable to remain standing. He crashed to the floor and whimpered as he felt a rib break. He heard someone calling his name, but was too tired to work out who it was. Closing his eyes, he went limp.

Hera

Hera sat in the cockpit of the Ghost dodging ties as they tried to shoot her down. She knew that this operation would take time, but she wished that they would hurry up. She missed Ezra desperately, and wanted to see everyone back on the Ghost, and safe. They were a family and whenever something happened to her family, she got upset. She had prepped the medbay for their return, and had a cot made up for Ezra. She felt a blast hit the ship's shields and quickly swerved to avoid the others. She hoped they would hurry... now more than ever.

Kanan

Kanan knew that he would soon have an advantage over Ezra. The boy didn't seem to realize it yet, but he now had no way to support himself, and judging by the videos Kanan and the crew had received, Nina Tarka had convinced him to give up eating and sleeping a while ago. He had known that Ezra was weak, but he did not expect it him to suddenly stop his attacks, sway and collapse. "Ezra!" he yelled, dropping to his knees next to his Padawan. He pulled the boy into his lap and held him tight. "Ezra it's me, look at me please, open your eyes!" he begged. He felt Ezra's body begin to go limp in his arms. "No!" he shouted. "No, you can't leave me, you can't leave me! Wake up! Please wake up!" he cried. e He cradled his Padawan's body, holding him against his chest. He grabbed the boy's wrist and desperately checked for a pulse. It took him a minute to find it, but it was there. Almost gone, and slowly fading, but there. Kanan lifted the boy into his arms, noticing how horribly underweight he was, and fled the room. He ran down hallway after hallway until he found Zeb and Sabine.

The Lasot and Mandalorian gravely stared at Ezra.

"Is he still alive?" Sabine asked tentatively.

"For now," Kanan answered, holding the dying teen to his chest. Zeb just continued to stare at Ezra, his little brother. All of the fights, the shoving, stealing ties, meilooruns... they had done so much together. And now Ezra was dying. His partner in crime, was fading away into oblivion.

"Come on, we need to go!" Kanan yelled, shoving the two forward. He could hear stormtrooper boots. Zeb took out his com and told Hera that they were coming. Avoiding the main hallway, they ran as fast as they could shooting down troopers as they ran.. Finally they reached the docking bay, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. They quickly boarded the Ghost and rushed to their positions with the exception of Kanan, who immediately rushed Ezra to the med bay.

"Come on Ezra, stay with me. You got to stay with me!" he murmured, laying the teen down on the cot. Ezra whimpered when he was put down, and immediately started to shiver. Kanan quickly got an extra blanket and laid it over him. He obviously had developed a fever, which would definitely not help with his other wounds. "It's okay," he whispered, running his fingers through Ezra's hair. "You'll be okay."

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