Hello! Here we are, the epilogue *Sniff*. This is probably the creepiest chapter yet, and I had a blast writing it! I thought that I would give you a little background info as to how this story come to be. It's pretty much the outcome of listening to Halsey's 'Control', and 'Gasoline', on replay, watching a Star Wars Rebels marathon, listening to the Melanie Martinez cover of Ellie Golding's 'Lights', 'One Foot Wrong', by P!nk, and 'Demon's' by Imagine Dragons. Thank you to all of my lovely readers who have stuck with me through all of the times I've posted the wrong chapter, my WiFi has crashed, and my computer wouldn't load the site. I will have my Fantastic Beasts fic coming out soon, and hopefully a Christmas one too! One more thing,I would like to thank my amazing editor for helping me with my writing and being so supportive. I have not given her enough credit, and feel terrible for that. Anyway, enjoy!

Epilogue

Ezra

It had been an hour since Ezra and Kanan had woken up, and they were now in Kanan's cabin having a long overdue discussion.

"Kanan will I ever get better?" Ezra asked quietly.

"What do you mean kid?"

"I know I'm here, but whenever I go to sleep I find myself back in that room, but it's not the same. It's like I'm seeing what's going on in the room now. In real time." Ezra explained. Kanan listened carefully to his Padawan.

"Well, that would make sense," Kanan stated.

Ezra looked confused,"In what galaxy does that make sense?" Kanan laughed, at least some of the boys sarcasm was back.

"Because everything in that room was a creation of your mind. That means that a piece of you is still there," Kanan explained. "I'm sorry, I'm doing a bad job of explaining. What I'm trying to say is that part of you will always be there, like Nina and Tarka."

"I'm going to be Nina and Tarka!" Ezra yelled in horror.

"No, you will be here. But a piece of your soul will always haunt that room," Kanan explained.

"Oh," Ezra whispered looking down.

"Alright, you want some lunch?" Kanan asked trying to lighten the mood. They had been talking for the past three hours about what had happened in the room. Ezra told Kanan about seeing them all dead, about killing the prisoners and Kelly Jones. Kanan had reassured him that they weren't mad at him, and that Nina and Tarka were gone. Ezra looked up at his master and grinned.

"Lunch sounds great!" With that the two got up and headed to the kitchen.

Four Hours Later

Ezra looked around at the blood stained walls of his rooms on the Star Destroyer and sat down with his back against the wall of the hallway. He looked down at his bloody orange flight suit which hung loosely from his too thin form. He heard Kelly Jones laughing cruelly and saw in the main room, her eyes glowing yellow. Alli, Max and Ryan were running through the various rooms, leaving a bloody trail as they went, while Haley sat carving symbols into the walls with a curved dagger. Miro filled in the designs with blood and grinned psychotically at Camera who was planning for their next guest. Ezra looked up when he heard the sound of the lock on the door being removed. He grinned and called to the others, "Our next guest is here!"

Ezra sat up in his bunk with a gasp. Just a dream he reminded himself. Just a dream.

Imperial Star Destroyer

At the Same Time

Arii Callen

Arii Callen was marched through the halls of the Seventh Sister's star destroyer and pushed towards a large metal door. It had been three weeks since she had begun the injections. She could see shadows dancing at the edge of her vision, and hear voices whisper quietly to her.

"Is this her?" a voice asked from behind her.

"Yes, she has finished the injections," one of the guards holding her replied..

"That quickly?"

"Yeah, her mind was easier to break than the last one. Then again, she isn't a Jedi," the guard explained.

"Alright, throw her in there," the voice said. Soon a man appeared in her line of vision and began unlocking the large door. Then she felt herself pushed forward into the room on the other side, and heard the door slam shut behind her. Arii slowly got up and tentatively stepped farther into the room. The walls were lined with bloody hand prints, and she swore she saw some artwork carved into the walls and covered in crimson dye.

"Hello?" she called out.

"Hello," Said a voice from her left. She spun around and found herself staring at a boy. He had hair so dark it almost looked blue and equally intense blue eyes. He wore an orange jumpsuit covered in rips and blood that hung loosely from his thin frame. He had deep gashes in his arms and legs and was clutching the wall for support. He looked terrifying, almost zombie like. Yet Arii felt no fear.

"My name is Arii, who are you?" she asked eyeing him curiously. The boy smiled and held out a bloody hand.

"I'm Ezra, Ezra Bridger. Welcome."

Is it bad that I am legitimately proud of this? Well, have a good one!