Dai POV
I sat on the speeder heading to a location where I would rather never had put a foot again. And because of Ezra ...
It reminded me of the first time I met him. I was still grateful for what he did, but ...
When I see all the problems that he brought. I had rather wished he had not helped my sister? Right? Or not?
(Whoehoehoe MEMORY TIME!)
I was cleaning the windows of the uh… how is this room called again? The arena is here, guests are received here. Party room?
But alright so I was cleaning windows up there. The master was also just walked in preparing his next visit of guest for next week. And he was followed by four girls and he gave them instructions. If I had had the good it were Lily, Mora, Cat and the last one her name I didn't remember anymore. I could not remember all the names of people that walk around here. I turned back to the large window that looked out onto a second arena outside. This was hardly ever used. These fights are illegal and he would rather not use the outer because of that. Today we are dumping our trash there.
"Master!"
I turned around because I recognized the voice of my sister. She knelt before him. He was not so happy that she had disturbed him and that you could see at his facial expression.
"What?" He said rude.
"The boy. He ... he ... "
"He what?" He said angrily.
"He has escaped." Maia cringe, afraid of his angriness that he would immediately release upon here.
"Guards! Find that boy! And if you do not find him there'll be some punishment for everyone! Everyone is now looking straight for that boy! "
The four girls and the two guards who stood at the door went off right away. To tell everyone the new orders of the master obviously.
He turned back to Maia, his face a rage of anger. "And you ..." His hand went slowly to his belt to a thing feared by everyone here: his electric whip. Something many slaveholders also had.
The lashes were incredibly painful and you kept it feeling even weeks later. Scars that you keep forever. I gave a brief glimpse on my left arm who had some of them.
And now he's going to hurt my little sister with it. I jumped off the ladder and wanted to run up to her to protect her as he slowly lifted the whip up. Swung backward and was ready to settle.
I was not fast enough.
I did not going to make it.
The whip was approaching. And then someone jumped in between.
I stopped. Shocked. Grateful. Happy. My sister was unharmed.
For now then.
A boy with raven hair and a blue tint in an orange jumpsuit had gripped the whip with his hands.
But that was not the most impressive : the boy didn't give any sign of pain while an electric shock went through him.
The smell of burnt flesh reached my nostrils.
Maia quickly crawled back and I took her in my arms. Her eyes couldn't stop focusing on the boy. And so could my.
The master drew the whip back and the boy fell to one knee as the electricity disappeared from his body. So he felt it.
"Well well. Look who we have here. Willing to absorb the blows in her place? Fine."
The boy's mouth was a line. He showed no fear.
Brave.
But stupid.
How old was he? Ten? And he seemed to be all grown up. Ready to protect everyone. Or maybe he has just had a crush on my sister.
Over my dead body. Even after he helped her.
The whip hit down again. Again he did not shouted.
And again.
And again.
It was repeated again and again.
6
7
8
Now he screamed. It was a blood-curdling scream. So much pain in his scream.
He dropped to his belly and the whip hit his jumpsuit to shreds.
Another cry escaped him and a cruel, satisfied smile appeared on the face of the master.
Than his electric blue eyes closed and there was no more screaming to be heard through the halls. Many servants stood in the doorway watching him.
"Take him away and plant that damn chip and mark him with a code." Two guards shot through the crowd and lifted him at his arms and dragged him away. "And when he wakes up during the process ..."
The guards stopped. "Just move on."
Poor boy. I thought before the boy was dragged away.
I woke up and found myself lying on the ground. I was of my speeder who stood a little bit further away. I scrolled my left sleeve up and saw the scars that were meanwhile have been very faded.
I rolled him back down and jump on my speeder. I'd better hurry, I had lost too much time.
And by the remembrance of the memory old and long hidden hatred bubbled up again.
He'll pay for all of this ...
Ezra POV
Slowly I opened my eyes and sighed. Fortunately, I was not woken up again in a memory.
I pushed myself up and my muscles were stiff from lying on the hard floor. I leaned with my head against the wall after I sit up. I looked to my right hand and saw a light fading scar.
Maia ...
Hopefully she was okay.
And the ghost crew. They were also being captured somewhere around here.
I had to get out of here.
Then I realized something. No chains.
I got up.
"Concentrate Ezra" I told to myself.
I closed my eyes and focused.
The door opened with a psh sound.
I could not suppress a smile.
Maia POV
"And what happened then?" Sabine asked excitedly as if she was a seven year old who listened to a story.
Everyone looked at her. "What !?" she asked. "If you think away all of this is reality it's quite exciting!"
The rest role they eyes.
The story where Ezra had saved me from that awful whipping, was pretty impressive. He was only ten at the moment, but already incredibly brave.
And reckless ...
"So Ezra got his chip and code. A week later he was as I had thought thrown into the arena. Of course he was known to all by his actions. Everybody knew about it. That day he(the master) had guests, and so he had to fight his first fight. While everyone else already had been and Drax the last battles had won as always, the master spoke some words that had worried me a stitch in my hard.
"For the past week I have a new recruit. And since he has brought some problems, I have especially for you my dear Queen Miraj Scintel (the queen of Slaves of the Republic, the 12th episode of Season Four of the Clone Wars Series. Good one and the whip with electricity is also a bit from there. Just ignore for a moment that she actually is dead but boh) arranged something special. You are my inspiration in terms of oppressing stubborn slaves. And this is especially for you. "
I looked scared at the door that had opened. Drax turned around to it. Ezra was pushed inside and had wanted to return but was pushed back by two guards with electric batons. Bit the same principle as Lasats their bo-rifle. (Zebs weapon)
Drax raised his knife and walked off to Ezra, who looked at him without any emotion.
When Drax raised his knife to strike, there appeared a smile on Ezra's face. Drax hit, and I put my hands in front of my eyes and a little scream escaped me. And when I opened my eyes again, he was ... "
WHAHAHOEHAHA
This chapter had taken a bit more time than usual and I'm pretty proud of this chapter.
T_T T_T . As a parent can be proud of his child. T_T T_T