Family by Heart - REWRITE(a Star Wars Rebels story)

Son's Cruel Trick

*WARNING: mentions of violence, abuse, & suicide*

Rae tossed and turned in her blanket, her eyes closed tight as she wriggled in the blanket. The bottom bunk in Sabine's room was still hers for the time being - Sabine accepting the girl as a cabinmate. Most nights, Rae could go to sleep right away and have no problems. Tonight was an exception.

Rae could not settle down for the life of her tonight. She did not feel the ache of sleep seep into her bones. She did not feel the drowsiness pulling her mind into sleep. She just lied there, awake as ever. No matter how hard she tried, she could not go to sleep.

Finally, the girl got fed up, threw off her blanket, and sat up. She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Suddenly, she froze. Her eyes riddled with confusion as she looked down to her chest. Her arms leaning against her torso were met with hardness rather than the soft t-shirt she would always wear to bed.

"Armor? I thought I took this off?" Rae mumbled, confused as to why she was wearing a full set of armor now. Though, for some reason, it did seem darker than its usual purple hue. She shrugged; maybe it was just the lack of lighting making the purple look black.

She swung her feet over to meet the ground and was once again wide-eyed. There on her feet were boots. Also dark.

"I don't wear shoes to bed...the heck?" Rae stood up. She shook her head, "No wonder I couldn't sleep. I got all this on."

She turned behind her to the sleeping Mandalorian on the top bunk. Rae furrowed her eyebrows as she was in full armor as well - minus the helmet.

"Sabine? Why are you in your armor too?" Rae questioned. She walked over to the blue-haired girl and shook her shoulder. No response.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

She couldn't sense the Mandalorian girl anymore. No heartbeat. No breathing. Nothing.

Her hand trembled as she turned the body of the Mandalorian to face her. Motionless, dead eyes stared at her now.

Rae screamed and fell back. Her mouth over her hand as she sat there on the cabin floor, looking at her dead friend's body in horror. Tears welled up in her eyes. Red light seemed to consume the room.

The door behind her swished open.

"Kanan, she-" Rae stopped her cry of help when she laid eyes on the man in the doorway. He wore black and dark red armor. Blond hair. Mean, brown eyes. "J-Jalo? How-" she caught eye of the activated red blade in his hand.

"Come on, haven't you finished the job?" he questioned in a tone that made it sound like the two were friends.

She scrambled to her feet. Her sabers flew into her hands as she glared at the former Second Brother. To her horror, when her blades activated, they were no longer purple.

Red. Blood red.

He casually looked to the dead Mandalorian and back to Rae. "Good, you took care of the Mandalorian. She was the last one."

"Last- l- what?" she screamed. Her heart pounded and her hands trembled. "What are you talking about?"

The girl froze.

Behind him, a pair of Converse sneakers attached to a pair of lifeless legs lying across the floor. Rae recognized those Earthling shoes belonging to her friend.

"A-Athena..." Rae sobbed. Her teary eyes looked to Jalo. "You killed her! You bastard!"

"It was a two-man job," Jalo nodded. "I couldn't have done it without your help."