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-Magic = In fact, this is kinda another telling of my first story. It's mind over matter, if his brain feels it, his body is bonded to feel it too. I always thought it was fascinating to see monks enduring the worst pains without flinching, but it made me think the inverse was also true :3

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Chapter 7

The journey back seemed like an eternity to Ezra. His sore legs, keeping a kneeled stance all this time, felt like ants were crawling under his skin, but he couldn't convince himself to move them, fearing to catch the Inquisitor's attention. At least, it didn't seem like he cared about his passenger right now.

The kid missed Kanan's voice and the warm it made in his now aching heart. He blinked repetitively to hold back some tears and, the second the Inquisitor's Tie exited hyperspace, the aching turned into a twinge in his chest.

They were back in front of the Destroyer.

The Inquisitor pressed a button and the internal comm opened. -"Welcome back, Inquisitor. Opening hatch number 3." but the Pau'an didn't even bothered to answer.

Instead, he drove back to the docking bay to land and looked a little behind his shoudler when he heard the boy hide a subtle deep breath. Ezra was pulling himself together. No way he was gonna look weak before bucket heads!

Exiting the Tie, the Grand Inquisitor walked quickly with an Ezra who was trying to follow his pace, his legs wavering.

The Agent Kallus advanced to meet them, making a stiff salute. He seemed more than uncomfortable in front of the Grand Inquisitor and the boy smiled inwardly, remembering how he had messed with poor old mutton-chop.

Kallus cleared his throat. -"I rejoice to see you got the child back... don't you want restrains for him?"

-"No need to." The Pau'an grabbed the boy's shoulder to hold him closer, smiling smugly. "We became such close friends after I rescued him from the rebel's clutch." He leaned his other hand on the second shoulder, taking a false concern look. "Can you imagine they were trying to brainwash a kid to be part of their rebellion!"

Already sick of his act, Ezra shrugged him away. -"That's not what happened! We..."

Inside his inner-self, he felt the Inquisitor kneel beside him from behind. The Pau'an wrapped his long hands around the boy's head, holding its back and covering his mouth... stopping him from speaking for real! Ezra's eyes widened as he found himself suddenly mute and incapable of continuing what he was saying to Kallus!

He struggled again, but in vain. The hold would already have been hard to break under normal circumstances, but now, with his arms restrained, it was impossible...

The representation of the Inquisitor leaned to whisper in the boy's inner ear. -"I forbid you to ever tell anybody about your unique 'gift'. This will be our little secret."

Outside Ezra's inner-self, as soon as he opened his mouth without a word, the Grand Inquisitor moved a hand behind the boy's head to make believe he was doing a Force trick.

-"Do not mind him, Agent. He is a little confused after everything that happened and need to be disciplined. I was thinking to form him as a cadet and, if he shows any worth, maybe eventually as an Apprentice."

Ezra moved a hand to his throat, lowering his head. It was futil to continue struggling so he calmed down. As soon as he did, his representation was released and it voiced under its breath. -"Look who's gonna brainwash a kid."

The Pau'an representation patted his head, smirking. -"You'll get used to it. Now, just behave and I won't have to punish you."

Outside, the Grand Inquisitor resumed walking. -"Now, if you'll excuse us." He was followed not long after by the boy, under the strange stare of Kallus.

...

The minute they were alone on their way to wherever the Inquisitor was taking him, Ezra couldn't resist asking a question that was burning his lips since yesterday. -"So, what now? Weren't you handing me to those powerful friends you were talking about?"

-"Ah, you were eavesdropping. We'll have to make you lose this bad habit of yours. But, no, I cannot hand you to anyone with your current state. With barely no knowledge of the Force, you'd be a nuisance no matter to whom I give you. I'll have to teach you the basics before."

Ezra looked away, frowning. -"Think what you want, I won't learn from you. You can restrain me all you want, but you can't shove informations inside my brain if I don't listen to you."

-"We'll see about that." The Grand Inquisitor stopped in front of a door. "Here, go inside."

The door slide and Ezra was surprised to see a simple room on the other side. There was a one person bed, a chair and a table with a lamp.

-"This will be your room from now on. It is just beside mine, so I could keep a close eye on you."

-"And here I was starting to think we would sleep together." Sneered Ezra.

The Pau'an answered, annoyed by the boy's tone. -"I cannot keep you on my heels all day long. For now, I'll loose you leash, extending it to this ship."

-"How kind of you." The boy mocked again, this time gaining a frown from the Inquisitor and losing his grin.

-"I'm sure you'll learn to appreciate when I'll grant you those kind of favour. Now, get inside and wait. I'll send you someone to look after your wounds. It's easier to learn when your mind isn't constantly hindered by pain."

Ezra did as said, hearing the door closing behind him. Sighing, he walked painfully to the bed and let himself fall on his face. The mattress was firm and it almost hurt his nose, but it wasn't as bad at sleeping on the floor... almost...

This was the worst couple of days he had since... well, forever! At least, when he lost his parents, he didn't have to cope with a possessive Force wielder...

Soon, he realized the grip around his heart lessened, almost disappearing, and sighed once more, but with relief this time. He never took conscience before how it felt good to just breathe with no pressure in his chest... not that he should have, but now he could see the difference... Yippee...

After some times, he couldn't tell how long, the door opened again and he turned his head to watch a young woman entering with a medical bag. She didn't smile at him, but she didn't seem like a bad person. Maybe a little strict, but that was all.

She asked him to sit correctly and looked at his wounds, tending the ones that would close the soonest and finishing with the bigger ones. His left arm, the one with the lightsaber hole in its shoulder, was mostly unusable if he had to raise it more than a few inches. It would be the longest one to heal back and would probably need days...

When the woman turned to put back her medical equipment, Ezra glanced at the door. He barely sensed the grip now... it not at all. What if... what if the Inquisitor didn't have that much hold on him if he wasn't close?

The second the nurse opened the door, Ezra slipped around her legs to dash in the corridor!

And he ran, faster and faster, feeling the air on his face, making his hair move wildly, breathing in rhythm with his heart pace!

No one ever restrained him before. Okay, he was caught a few times when he was younger, from gangs and troopers, earning some hard beating, but they never kept him for long. He was too small for them, too insignificant...

He dodged a patrol, hiding in a corner, and continued afterward, feeling the adrenaline relieving him from his stress.

How long did he roam around? 10, 15, 20 minutes? It didn't matter. He didn't feel the pressure anymore and was even starting to think he could take an escape pod and get away!

And, suddenly, it hit him. A loud heart beat, strong enough that he felt it slam against his chest! He stopped, taking support with the nearby wall. No, could it be? Another strong pulse made him lean at little forward. He wasn't free anymore.

Panic took hold of him as he felt his heart tightening, pulling him in the direction he was coming from. He turned and started to run back, hindered by the pressure in his chest. His breathing was difficult to grasp, but mostly because he was already breathless from the exercise and his legs had a hard time to keep up.

Turning a corner, he met a closed door! What? How come? It wasn't closed a few minutes ago! He tried to open it, pushing the control board's buttons like a madman, but it needed a code! Slamming the board with his fist, he swore, thinking about his confiscated thief's tool and another loud beating made him lean once more against the wall.

Quickly looking around, he saw a grid on the ceiling! Perfect, he just needed to open it! Focusing, he made a high jump and clutched on it with his good arm, using the wounded once like he could to remove the screws. Dropping on the floor when the grid lost his last hold, he wavered a little under another heart twinge and jumped again. He crawled the fastest he could in the tight space, grunting each time he was leaning his weight on his left arm.

Luckily for him, he had a sense of direction more developed than most. He had to work on it if he wanted to survive in the streets and, now, it was guiding him in the airing. After a few more minutes, he opened another grid, letting himself fall on the corridor behind, just before the Grand Inquisitor's feet.

-"Did your escapade do you good?" Asked the Pau'an, emotionless.

Rolling on his back, the boy didn't answer, panting on the floor, occupied to catch his breath.

-"Pull yourself together and return in your room. I have something to show you." Continued the Inquisitor, walking inside, too.

Rising hardly on his feet, Ezra leaned on the doorframe, swallowing to hydrate his dry throat before talking with his short breath. -"You... aren't... gonna... punish me?"

-"I told you I was extending your chain. I don't mind you roaming inside this ship from time to time. But, if I need you, I want you before me the moment after." He moved the chair and motioned to show the boy he wanted him on it.

Ezra stumbled toward it, catching the backrest to help himself sit on it. His legs' muscles would kill him tomorrow...

-"Shortly, I'll make you a schedule." Continued the Inquisitor, raising with his hands behind his back. "You could walk around on every free time you'll have, as long as you're present when and where I want you to be." Then, he placed an holopad on the table in front of the boy. "Right now, I want you to read this thoroughly."

He ignored the boy's frowning face and walked away.

-"What if... I don't... read it?" Dared to ask Ezra, keeping his eyes on the pad to refrain from looking at the Pau'an.

The Grand Inquisitor turned his head toward him, sternly. -"Try it and you'll learn soon enough what it would cost you."

Ezra heard the door lock this time. He was not going out for the time being...

Walking away, the Inquisitor was pondering.

-'It seems I'll have to use it sooner than later. Let's see how he'll react to my trump card.' The Grand Inquisitor smirked.

...

Aboard the Ghost, Kanan was pacing from one side to the other in the lounge, hardly hiding his frustration.

-"The kid said he was afraid, but I saw him, I sensed how he felt. He is completely terrified and no wonder why! The Inquisitor is binding him by force and fear! No healthy bond can ever be created in those conditions..."

Hera caught his arm, stopping him to stare in his turquoise eyes. -"I know. We need to do something, but what?"

He stared at her too, looking convinced. -"We need to lure the Inquisitor back and find a way to separate them..."