Revolution (Star Wars Rebels fanfic)

Chapter 6

Author's note:
Finally at a 100 reads, thank you guys so much. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter.

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Darkness, that was all Ezra could see. Was he finally dead? He couldn't tell for sure. He tried moving but pain stopped him in the process. A scream broke free of his mouth and he whimpered in pain. It hurt so bad. Everything part of his body felt as if it was on fire. He thought he would never feel this agony again in a thousand years. It had been too long since he felt that pain,  when he'd been evicted to the streets for nearly a year and was living with the other homeless kids. The memory flashed before his eyes and he saw himself as a kid in grimy clothes clutching a basket of food in his arms.

                                        ////////Ezra's younger self PVO////////

He was running. It wasn't his fault, well maybe it was, but he didn't mean it. He was hungry; he hadn't much other choice then stealing food or starve to death. His parents...... They left him here alone and still hadn't come back yet for him. It had been awhile since they disappeared but he still believed they would come back and save him from his life on the streets. The other homeless kids didn't agree with him but he knew too keep up the hope, they had promised they would come back. Hearing shouts behind him he looked behind him to see the store owner and his employees running behind him shouting at the top of their lungs insults. He laughed out of fear and ran down another street into the crowds being small did have its privileges after all.
Moving through the crowd he heard a large crash behind him and laughed as he saw the store owner covered in fruit. Peeking through the cracks between legs he saw the rest of his staff trying to help him up only to slip and fall into another vendor. People were looking at the vendors and yelling erupted between the street vendor owners. He smirked and with the basket of food ran towards an abandoned building were most of the homeless kids stayed.

He approached the building and knocked twice then three times. They had made a special knock in case it was the imperials. The door opened and he went inside the building. It wasn't much but it almost felt like the family Ezra had, just with more threats and stealing. He looked around to hear greetings from the others there, he held up the basket of food and kids went racing all over exited to eat. Before anyone else could grab from his basket he put it on the floor and grabbed a small loaf of bread and some meat. He walked quickly up to the second floor of the building in order to get away from the small crowd of kids. They weren't many of them (close to 5 or six) but they shared mostly what they could to survive.

Ezra went towards his corner of the room and sat down tired after running from his little race from the vendor. He started munching on his small portion of food and took out a photo from his hiding spot. He sighed as he looked at the photo; it was of his parents and him celebrating his birthday. They were happy in the photo not having a care in the world; now his birthday was a sad reminder of when they had disappeared.  Looking outside he hadn't realized how much time had passed. He stood up and walked downstairs, he needed some fresh air to clear his mind.

They would come back for him, he knew it. He exited the building and went out into the street, not noticing someone was following him. Walking down the street he stopped as a hand grabbed his shirt and lifted him into the air. He squirmed and tried to get free but hands wrapped around his feet and they lead him into an alley way. Dropping him on the ground he saw the vendor and his workers from earlier this morning and took up a fighting stance.

The vendor smirked and yelled "time for some payback brat!"

Ezra screamed as the first man hit him, then the next. He tried moving but they held a tight circle around him. He could feel the tears starting to pool down his face, hoping that someone would save him from the pain. He curled up in a ball hoping they would soon stop, and looked up at the sky. "Mom, dad" he said whimpering in pain, "Please come save me". But they didn't come to his rescue. The other homeless kids had been right after all.  He held no more hope for his parents to come back and rescue him. After all they were dead, they had to be. Even if they were alive they would have come a long time ago to rescue him from this place.