Chapter 11

Ezra did not know how the first night with the clone went on the ghost, he just hoped that they were all ok. His first night was horrible.

He had never been this exhausted yet he couldn't sleep. He lied on the ice cold bench, his sticky drying blood beginning to itch, and thought about his bed. This top bunk and his warm blanket. It was actually hard to sleep without the familiar sound of Zeb's snoring. He smiled at the memory, and then frowned at the thought that it was now a memory.

He sat up and put his back up agents the wall. It was the not knowing that was killing him. Not knowing if they were safe, not knowing if they knew that it was a clone, not knowing if they had been captured and were on the ship right now! Well, at least he knew that last one wasn't true. If they had been captured Kallus and Tarkin would make sure that he knew. He knew that they would be in soon to continue his torturing, but he didn't care. He wouldn't give away any more information. No matter what. He had tried all night to contact Kanan but the man in black was too strong. He felt as if he had a five pound weight in his head. Suddenly the doors slid open, and in his doorway was the man who was about to take everything he loved from him. "Good morning" Kallus spoke, you could hear the evil sarcasm behind the words. "We are about to begin, now do you wish to go about this the easy way, or the hard way?"

"What do you think?" Ezra's words were almost as cold and hard as the bench.

The gin on Kallus's face just grew more. "Very well, you've chosen the hard way. And you'll be getting enough of that today." He said as he stepped aside and the man in black once again stole his air, and the room went as black as his armor. That was the first time he slept that night.

The clone could see the surprise grow on the Jedi's face after seeing him standing there. He quickly turned off the holo screen, hoping he had not seen, but he knew he did. Kanan just shook off the enisle shock, and excited the room, for he had no idea what to say, it was almost as if he had forgotten how to form words.

The clone felt the worry pour over him like a bucket of water. 'the ambush is not for two more days! You couldn't get them to believe that you were that loth-rat for even one whole day! Pathetic, the empire will be right to dispose of you. Wait! We do not know for sure of what the Jedi thinks! And besides, it is a crazy thought to begin with! And even if he does voice his thoughts that I don't even know if he has, the rest of the crew will think that he's gone mad, for starting tomorrow I will be the most convincing Ezra Bridger ever.' He thought just before he too, existed the room, leaving behind no evidence that he was anything but Ezra Bridger, besides a Jedi that thought he was going crazy.

The clone walked out of the room, but, though he wouldn't admit, not even to himself, he was curious of what the Jedi thought. If he had known that he was a clone right then and there, he would have drawn his saber, he had it on him. He the glanced up at the air vent leading to the Jedi's room. He sighed loudly, "I can't believe I am doing this!" He breathed as he began climbing into the vent.

Ezra awoke to the sounds of muffled arguing. He felt as if he was under water. Everything fuzzy, sounds were blurry, and it was so. Hard. To. Breathe. He knew he had to gasp for air, but before he did, he stopped himself, it was so hard to breathe and if he did his breathes would be even louder and heavier than the man in blacks. So he held his breath and tried to hear what they were saying.

"I'm telling you! The boy has more information on a larger rebellion!" it was Tarkin.

"And I'm telling you!" This time it was Kallus who spoke. "The mind probe doesn't lie!"

"It does when there's a Jedi involved!" Takin barked.

"A padawan! A child! A child who lacks the basic Jedi training to resist a basic mind probe! We are wasting our time with him trying to see if he knows anything more about a rebellion! I'm telling you we need to begin torturing him into joining the dark side! His powers are growing, and he could eventually be invaluable to the empire! We can get whatever other information we need from the rest of the rebel crew in no more than two days! They are just making sure they are not being followed and then they will be right here, in our grasp!"

"Ok! Fine, one more day. That's it, one more day of seeing if he will give away any more information about a rebel cell, if he does not then we can begin torturing him into joining the empire. Besides, the rest of the rebels will be here in two days, I'm only saying we should use one of them! And you and me both know that the torturing into trying to get someone to join the dark side, well, no one could survive more of a day of that. Especially with Darth Vader."

"Ok, good point, so his crew will either be met with their youngest member as one of us, or dead." Kallus finished.

Ezra couldn't take I any more, his face was beginning to turn as blue as his dark hair sometimes appeared to be. He gasped for air, his thought so swollen from all the chokings that his breathes were loud and raspy.

"Ah" said Kallus turning to the young padawan strapped to the upright metal table, "looks like our guest here is up, hey don't look at me, you wanted to do it the hard way." He said, a wicked grin spread across his face. "All summon Vader."

'Huh' thought Ezra, 'Darth Vader, so that's his name.'

"How much do you think he heard?" asked Tarkin, never taking his eyes off Ezra.

"Enough" answered Ezra, "and if those are my only options, looks like my crew is going to find me dead."

And just like that the doors slid open, and in walked the man in black, or, 'Darth Vader.'

He drew his light saber, the red light reflection off of his shiny black armor. "You will come to regret those words, boy." He said, and his flesh became once again exposed, the stray blood trickling down after he once again slowly opened back up each and everyone one of his wounds, that were trying so hard just to heal. But what followed next was probably worse; for all Ezra could feel was the hot, burning blots of electricity course through his open and raw cuts.

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