Rixhm [#Wattys2015]

Chapter 3

-Ezra POV-

I woke up to no pain and laying face down in the medical bay. Kanan was nodding off next to me. 'He must have been keeping an eye on me while I slept' I thought. I tried as hard as I could to not wake him as I moved into a more comfortable position. But, Kanan woke up.

"Look whose up" he joked.

"Ha Ha. Very funny".

"You mind telling me what happened?".

"Um" I started. I didn't know where to start. It all happened all so suddenly. But Kanan is my Master so I should be able to confide in him. "I was laying in bed when it got really cold all of a sudden. Then something started attacking my back. It felt like someone pinching me over and over and twisting their fingers before letting go. I thought it was Zeb but he made it clear it wasn't him. The pain intensified and that's when you came in."

Kanan stared at me with soft eyes before saying, "Is that all that happened?"

"Yes". I didn't want to tell him about the voice I heard because I didn't really think it was real. I was in pain; my mind could be just playing tricks on me.

Kanan glanced at me and stood up. "I'm going to tell everyone what happened and that you are awake. Ezra, I really don't know what to say about what happened and I'm sorry it did".

"It's okay Kanan. It wasn't your fault and we wouldn't have known anyway".

Kanan patted me on the shoulder and I watched him leave. As soon as he left, I got up from the bed and winced as light pain spread through my body. I walked to the restroom and got a good look at back. It was covered in bandages that wrapped around my stomach. I pulled some of the bandages down and winced as the air kissed my bruises. 'What happened?' I thought as I walked back to the bed.

Out of the corner of my eyes, someone was standing in the corner of the room.

I stopped dead in my tracks and pivoted my body towards her. Her body was slumped and she was lightly banging her head against the wall. She was wearing shards of beige clothing that showed her scars and fresh blood on her arms. She was bear foot and look in her mid-twenties. She had fresh blood on her legs and some dirt as well. She had black hair that was matted with twigs, dirt, and caked up blood.

I took one step towards her and she stopped hitting the wall. She turned towards me slowly and the senses hit me. The temperature dropped to be as cold as it was when I was attacked and the new odor affiliated my nose. It didn't smell like medicine and bacterial wipes. It smelt like flesh rotting and graveyard soil. Her face made me step backwards.

She had a deathful stare that said, 'Looks CAN kill'. Her hair covered one eye but I could feel it puncture through my soul. Crimson seeped through her scalp and her eyes. Her mouth was as bloodshot as her eyes. She said some words my ears couldn't pick up and bent down to the ground.

"What did you say?" I questioned.

In a raspy, monotone voice she said, "I have been looking for you". She looked up at me stood up. She staggered towards me as I stood there.

I tried to move but my body was still in shock. My mind was asking constant questions like; 'Who is she?', 'What does she want?', 'Why does she look like that?', and the most occurring question, 'Why does she want me?'

She stopped a few feet away from me and laughed. "You have many thoughts. But 'a dead man tells no tales'". She bent over and started heaving. She looked up and pounced on me like she was a cat.

I fell down and hit my head on the edge of the bed. She looked up at me and said, "Time is ticking; starting now". She threw her head back with a jerk and then just stared down on me. I tried to wriggle out from under her but she held my wrists down.

She then did something that made me scream my lungs out.

I didn't care that for who she was anymore. I started to shake violently because she threw up maggots, worms, and blood on me. And she stared at me the whole time she did it.