"Morgan!" Ezra stared at the girl in his comm tower. "Morgan?" He whispered. Wounding if that was really her. The girl chuckled, her voice sounding scratchy.
"Yes," she said dryly. "I am Morgan," then she activated a red blade and lunged. Ezra quickly activated his blade and blocked every attempt. Pain stung him, but this was a different pain. A mental pain.
Morgan suddenly lit a match and threw it on the floor. Ezra coughed as smoke filled the room. Anger filled him and he shoved forward, backing outside. Anger flowed through him as he slammed the door shut, locking Morgan inside.
He leaped off the railing and started to run.
"Help!" A voice screamed inside. Ezra whirled, but he did nothing. Instead he watched. As it burned all he could think about was the ringing pain and anger. She deserved it, part of him said. She deserved it.
Ezra walked forward and found Morgan in the ashes of his comm tower.
"He...help...please..." Morgan looked at him pleadingly, her helmet cracked. Without thinking, Ezra raised his blade...
A scream filled the air. And then it was gone.
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"What was that screaming?" Hera asked worriedly. Ezra stared at her blankly.
"Nothing," he murmured and walked past her into his cabin. He set down his lightsaber, hands suddenly shaky. He stared at the lightsaber and then his eyes filled with fear and he began to cry.
He did it.
But he didn't care. He still felt like she deserved it. But what made him cry wasn't that.
It was the fact that he didn't feel guilty.
Not one bit.
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Blue eyes. Blue lightsaber?---COMPLETED
FanfictionHe runs from it. He hides from it. But he can't escape it... She ignores it. She avoids it. But she can't keep it forever... They lie. They kill. They struggle. But they have determination.
