Turn Back- A Star Wars Rebels Fanfiction

Chapter 12

I don't know how long I've been here.

I've guessed that maybe a week has gone by, maybe more, maybe less. I haven't been out of my cell for a while now, and I can feel myself weakening as every minute passes by. I still haven't been able to use the force, because they're far too careful to forget the dosage of the red goop.

Right now, I'm alone. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. It's far too cold, and I don't really see a reason for it anymore. I might as well be dead. These 'tests' that they're giving me might kill me on accident.

Everyday, I'm forced to fight the Inquisitor one on one. If I'm lucky, I can get close enough to almost land a hit, but he always finds some way to block or dodge it. When he attacks me, I literally have to fight for my life. This goes on until I'm too tired to stand, so I'm returned to my cell.

I curl up in the corner, trying to forget that I am here, far away from the Ghost crew and..and far away from Ezra.

Grief hits me. I miss him. I never realized how he always made each day worth living, and now he thinks that I'm dead and gone. I want to cry, but I know that if I do, I will never stop.

The door opens, and this time it's my father who walks in. He's wearing black armor, and he has two lightsabers hanging on his belt. I recognize my hilt on one of them and my anger for him grows.

"What do you want?" I groan, sitting up.

He glances down at the metal floor for a second, as if he was ashamed. "I've realized that..this is wrong. This isn't where you're supposed to be. This is not what I wanted for you." He says.

"What did you think the Empire wanted?" I say angrily. "They were just going to leave me alone? No, you sold everyone out on Lothal, killed your wife, and now you're trying to apologize to your kid who had to deal with all of that? And did I mention that I thought you were dead for all that time?"

At this point I'm almost yelling. My father winces every time my voice raises, and for a second I wonder if he really means that he is sorry.

"Tilah, I know that I have done horrible things to you and your mother. I know that you will never forgive me for those things. But I can try to make it up to you." He puts his hand in his pocket and pull out a syringe with a blue liquid inside it. "This will bring your force abilities back, but it will not block the red substance if someone wants to inject you with it again."

"Why should I trust you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

He shrugs. "You probably shouldn't. But right now, I'm the only chance you have of escaping."

I don't want to trust my father. I don't even want to be in the same room with him, but he is my only hope for escape. Maybe I could find my way back to Ezra and the crew...

"Fine." I say.

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Ezra pushed away his small computer, trying to ignore the feeling of despair.

He knew it was a dead end, but he couldn't stop himself from trying to find information about Tilah.

Maybe she hadn't really been stabbed. Maybe the Empire just wanted the rebels to think that she was dead so they would lose hope, maybe she was still out there.

He spent most of his time trying to hack into the Empire's secret information sites on his personal computer, but no matter how hard he tried, he was still locked out.

And then there was the fact that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense her through the force.

She was so strong in it, he knew that she would have been able to communicate with him like they used to, but now there was nothing there.