Chapter 18

"Tarkin." Vader said as he walked up to the man in the small hallway aboard the star destroyer. "The proses in bringing the boy to are side is taking longer than I thought. But the capture of his crew will be ever in our favor, the allusions of his family, their working, but not fast enough, he is strong, keeping hold to what is real and what isn't. but I have, 'amped it up' if you will"

"So what are you proposing we do, Vader?" Takin asked as he walked closer to Vader, and they began walking down the hall.

"Like I said, it is taking longer then we thought, but, if he does keep up with his strong mind, and refuses to give it, I know something that will surely make him break, do you remember when he threw you across the room?"

"How could I forget." Tarkin replied, appalled by the memory.

"Well that was him purely using the dark side force, out of anger and fear. What I have would surly make him do that again." He said as they walked into a room at the end of the hall, there were two storm troopers standing guard at each of the doors, and many workers behind computer screens typing away, as one of the many big screens showed all the different angles of the big stone warehouse.

"If you don't mind me asking." Tarkin said, "why not just bring in this, 'mystery item' now?"

The man laughed in a deep, and discarding way, slightly throwing Tarkin off. "Patience Tarkin. This is a last resort. But first we need the rebels. So now, we wait. We wait for Kallus to bring them to us."

Ezra had been in his cell for most of the day. No one had come to get him, to take him off to tourcher him, so that's a good sign. But he didn't know how much longer he'd make it. He lay in the middle of his cell on the ground, just being thankful there wasn't a mirror in his cell he didn't really want to see what he looked like right now, he just knew it would be scary.

He was lying in a puddle of his own blood, as it poured from his wounds, he had tried covering them with his hands, but had given up a while ago, once he realized how useless it was, and that there was no point, and that the blood was going to pour out. He lye there, too weak to get up, as the blood stained his clothes and dried to his skin. His face was paler than a ghost, and with the whiteness in his face, it made his blue eyes appear to be brighter.

He was losing too much blood, and he could barely move, even the slights twitch would send a shock of pain through his body, as he open cuts and gashes form the searing hot blade touched the cold and open air. His throat was swollen from all the chokings, and every time he breathed he made a wheezing sound, like he was gasping for air, and begging it to fill his lungs. But it didn't listen.

"Oh my goodness!" Hera yelled as she saw him, Ezra was too weak to tell the allusion that it was just that, an allusion. And it was kind of nice to at least pretend he wasn't alone. "Chopper! I need some help in here! We need to get him to the med-bay!"

And just like that something happened, something he hadn't seen before, Chopper rolled up behind Hera, he had never seen two of the allusions at once, he began to sit up a bit more as he looked at the two figures standing before him and felt the intense pain with his movement, but tried not to focused on it. And before he knew it there was Zeb, then Sabine, and then lastly, Kanan appeared. What was happening? This was a whole new kind of torcher.

They all wore smiles on their faces, but they quickly faded, and were replaced by looks of absolute horror. But they weren't looking at anything in particular, just, looking.

And before he knew it they just, screamed. Like something was coming after them, but just Ezra couldn't see it. And I mean blood curdling shrieks, cries of pain but he couldn't see anything! Nothing was touching them! But then he saw it.

It started with a spot of blood showing through Hera's shirt, but then it rapidly progressed. Blood everywhere. It began seeping through their clothes and dripping down their faces, they became covered in burses, and fell to the ground in front of him. Their eyes looked so desperate as they seemed to reach out to him.

And he tried.

He tried so hard to grab it, he reached out for Hera's outstretched hand but his hand went right through it, like it was air, and then, before he knew it she was gone. Had disappeared. Vanished.

He looked over at Zeb, such a strong man looking so helpless as blood soaked his fur. He reached out his large hand and without hesitation Ezra scrambled over to grad it. He reached out and just as he was about to touch it he vanished into thin air.

Sabine!

Lying there with her knees to her chest, looking as if she just wanted the pain to stop. Her head was burred in her knees, and as she looked up and saw Ezra, her eyes have never, ever, looked so sad. So full of pain, but he saw the tiniest flicker of hope pass through them as she reached out her hand, desperately trying to grab hold of the young boys hand, as if to pull her out of this sick fantasy and into the safe feeling of another person's hand in hers. He lunged himself forward trying to at least graze her hand, but he was too late. He has disappeared too, but right before she did, Ezra watched as all the hope fled from her eyes. Until all that was left was his master.

Ezra looked up from the ground and saw Kanan standing there. He was bloody and bruised, but still standing strong. He looked angry, and he drew his light saber. Wait, no, this was not his light saber, this one was, red.

"You!" his voice was strong and you could hear the anger dripping from every word he spoke. "You did this, you did this to us. It's all your fault."

"Wait what? Kanan? What's going on? Please!" Ezra pleaded, but it was too late.

"Useless padawan! It would do you good to join the dark side, you were always there. You are more harm to us on the good side, just go!" Kanan yelled.

"Kanan!" yelled Ezra, his voice begging for answers.

"Go!"

"Kanan, please-"

But he was too late, "GO!" Kanan yelled in a harrowing scream just before he took the red light saber and plunged it into his own body. He slashed the blade across himself and fell. The red light saber the only light in the room. And as he hit the floor, the vanished too. And Ezra watched to whole thing, watching everything, and not being able to do anything, anything at all. It was all gone, as if it never happened in the first place. Only one thing remained. Ezra wasn't sure if it was really there but it was, he reached out, but it didn't disappear, he felt the cool meatal on his fingertips, and the heat coming off of the blade.

For the only thing remaining in his cell, was all so one the most evil things in the universe.

A red light saber.