Chapter 20

"Very good Bridger, very good." Kallus said to the clone, the others still completely unaware of what he was, and of what was happening to the child they had become so found of.

Kanan winched as Kallus congratulated Ezra. What was happening! He wanted to scream the question until he couldn't scream any more.

Zeb was still holding his arm, hurt washed over him, but not because of the pain that came with the saber slash, and the blaster shot wound on the same arm, but the pain of betrayal, of not knowing what was going on with that kid! All of this, since the day he jumped on the speeder and dodged Zeb's punch, it couldn't have been a lie, an act! It, it just couldn't. He would never admit it, but he had liked the kid, sure they fought, but that's what family's do! Zeb had never really known if Ezra would be a good fit to the team until the day Hera had sent them on the wild and famous 'maylourun chase' when Ezra risked everything to save his old family friend, the farmer, and his family from imperial custody. Ever since that day, he knew Ezra was the right fit.

But look at them now.

"Remarkable actually" said Kallus, still looking at Ezra as he handed him a blaster set to 'stun'. "Would you like to do the honors?"

The clone looked at the group of people who had been so nice to him, who had been his family for the past few days, who had been nothing but nice to him.

Fools.

For there was no good in this clone. Solely a weapon of the empire and nothing more. Just. Darkness. A smirk that resembled Kallus's appeared on his face, as he took the blaster from Kallus's hands. "Gladly" he said as she pointed it first to the very weak, and very pretty colourful girl that kneel before him, he could smell her burnt flesh, his smile grew even more as he thought of how she thought she had it bad, and how she didn't even feel half the pain that Ezra felt. He slowly raised the gun to her chest.

"Ezra" she whispered, but it was too late. He clenched the cool, hard metal in his hand and watched at the ray of light shot from it and plunged into the girls chest, a brief second where the red consumed her. She winched out in pain, did a quick twitch, before she fell to the cool cement ground, her arm and check, bare and pressed up agenised the ground, as she looked at her crew, and they looked at her, the only thing she could move was her eyes. Until they slowly closed.

Zeb flinched, about to knock out anything and everything, for hurting her. He was very protective, he was about to make his move when logic reminded him that they were surrounded.

The clones eyes followed the Lasat's movement and fired at him, it took three shots before the beast finally went down.

The pale green piolet kneeled there, her beautiful green eyes meeting Kanan's. Both were full of fear, and confusion. And hurt. Until, too, the piolet fell. Her eyes slowly closing, but never leaving Kanan's. No, no ,no ,no not Hera! And not Zeb! Or Sabine! Or Chopper! Or anyone! He was not losing anyone. Even though it appeared they had already lost Ezra. Had they ever had him to begin with? All these things coursed through Kanan's mind as he fell to the ground. Because that's the thing about getting shot. There's no dramatic slow-mo falling to the ground or whatever. It's just pain. Pain. And darkness. Then you wake up, and that's a whole new story. It sure was for them.

"Get them aboard the star destroyer." Instructed Kallus to the troopers. "We've got a lot of work to do."

"NO, NO, NO!" Ezra yelled! He never cried. Ever. He grew up on the streets. He had so, so many reasons to bawl every night, but it was just a waste of water. And it wouldn't fix anything.

And he knew it wouldn't do any good at all, but he had no more fight left in him. No more strength to hold back his tears. They streamed down his face, he would never cry in front of anyone, but now he was alone, the silence screaming, as he had just watched his family die. He could do absolutely nothing. Powerless. Or was he not powerless? Did he do that? Was he the one who hurt his family! Was it an illusion?

"WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT ISNT!" Ezra yelled as loud as his weak trough could, which wasn't very loud, but it was when it bounced off the empty walls.

He was so weak, and jumping after illusions didn't help. He collapsed. He could easily escape from the cell using the light saber that was now in his cell, so easily open the lock. But he would also mean using the weapon of the dark side. The weapon of the inquisitor. The weapon of Darth Vader. And worst of all, the weapon of the sith.

And so Ezra laid on the ground, gasping for air. And feeling so much. Feeling the pain and realism of his injury's, and so much more.

And he cried.

He cried for all the things he should have cried for a long time ago. He cried for the pain of his injury's, and for how much he missed his family, both of them. He cried for having to live on the street, and for having to steal, for all the mothers and fathers days that he had to endure, even though he was alone. He cried for every Empire day, and every shop owner yelling at him, calling him a thief, and for every lonely night, and for all the silence that came with sleeping in an empty room. He cried for all the other family's that the empire had torn apart, and all the ones that it was going to happen to. He cried for all the other kids like him, who were scared to cry. He cried for lying in the message of hope they sent out. He cried for his mommy and his daddy, and he cried for Kanan, and Hera, and Sabine, and Chopper, and even Zeb. He cried for order 66. He just, cried. For everything. Until there was nothing left.

Hello! I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it! Sorry it took so long! :D and yay, I got a shout out! By A M3mb3r! yay, hi A M3mb3r! A M3mb3r writes the story 'a time to talk and a time to listen' those of you who haven't read it, should really check it out! Ok, please comment, or you know, favorite! Or, possibly follow! ; ) ok, as always, love spaghetti! :D

Until next time.

-Azilia