A Blessing and a Curse

Chapter 15

It was quiet for the rest of the day. I had a hard time sleeping, knowing that the Empire could be hurting the two. Then here's me, stuck here being useless. I wasn't sure how but sleep finally came.

I was awaken by bright beams from the sun, coming through the window. It was unpleasant but not the worst wakening I've had so far. The dreamless sleep was nice without waking up in the middle of the night from a nightmare or worse, memories.

I stretched then flinched when my arm began to sting. I brought it back down then saw the stains on my sleeve. Red stains. Carefully, I rolled my sleeve up and winced every time pain shot up my arm.

My arm was exposed to see a bloody mess all over my arm. How did this even happen? I looked around on the seat to find any loose or sharpe object sticking out but there was nothing. I sighed and tore the blanket off of myself.

That's when my eyes landed on the thing on my lap. A knife stained with blood. I picked it up and observed the silverware and twisted it experimentally in my hand. I stood up and walked out the door of the cockpit to see Hera and Kanan sitting on the couch.

My eyes spotted a med-kit popped open and Kanan wrapping Hera's arm up. The two adults looked over at me.

"Ezra, we need to talk," Hera said, sternly. She eyed the knife in my hand making me place it into the sink.

"In a second, I-"

"No! We are going to..." She trailed off when seeing my arm. I quickly hid it behind my back and looked at the floor. Her facial expression soften, "Come here."

"Hera-"

"Come here, young man," she said, sternly and I huffed before walking over.

"Now, let Kanan and I see," she ordered. I revealed my arm and the two examined it.

"I can take care of it. Just give me some bandages then I can handle it from here," I reassured them.

"Ezra, by any chance, have you seen anything unusual about the cuttings?" Kanan asked and I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Hera unraveled her bandaged arm to reveal cuts on her arm saying, "Ezra is mine."

Hera rewrapped her arm up again. My heart pounded against my chest as I ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I turned the foist on and water burst, falling down to the drain.

I put my arm under the cold water, flinching at the stinging sensation and began to clean the blood off the best I could. Blood ran down my arm to the drain and my arm was getting clearer by the minute.

Once the blood was washed off, and a message showed, saying, "Come to me." Chills ran down my spine and a picture of the figure with yellow eyes came to mind.

   'No. It can't be him,' I told myself in my head, 'It's all in in my head, including him.' I looked up into the for a moment before back down at my arm. The hairs on the back of my neck stood.

   "Am I, boy?"

   I froze and kept telling myself not to look up. If I did, then there would be something that wouldn't go unseen. Maybe he's just messing with me this whole time, just a hallucination. I looked up into the mirror.

It was only my reflection. I sighed, realizing that I was holding my breath. He was just messing with my head. He's not real.

Once calming my racing heart, I opened the door. I jumped back when meeting face to face with an Infected. My feet stumbled back until I fell into the bathtub again.

"Ezra!" Kanan's voice called and soon, the man stood next to the tub, looking down at me.

"Where is it?" I asked, looking for the Infected.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, helping me out of the tub.

"The Infected. I just saw it standing at the door," I rambled, pointing at the door way.

"Calm down," he said.

"But-but..." I trailed off when realizing that it was yet another hallucination. I could almost feel the evil doer in my head smirking.

   "Ezra, there's nothing there," he said, steadying me by putting his hands on my shoulders. There was nothing.

   "Come on, let's get you something to calm your nerves," Kanan said, leading me to the table. I sat down and fiddled with my trembling fingers until he came back with two cups.

   "Is that tea?" I asked, scrunching my nose at the smell.

    "Yes, it helps," he took a sip of the steaming drink. I took a sip myself then immediately stopped and spit the liquid back into the cup. The man chuckled and said, "I guess you're not a fan of tea."

   "Likely," I muttered, still feeling the aftertaste of the tea on my tongue.

"Where's Hera?" I asked, realizing that we weren't moving and the woman wasn't in the room.

   "She's outside looking over the Ghost before we head out," he answered.

   "Did you get any cuts?" I asked, worried that he had some devastating message engraved in his arm.

   "No, I'm fine," he replied truthfully. How come Kanan came out scotch free while me and Hera didn't? Did he stop me before I could do anything? Of course, he didn't know that I did it until I came walking out with a bloody knife in my hand.

   "Why is it that Hera and I were cut while you are completely ok?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Kanan shrugged his shoulders.

   "I don't know. Maybe it was hard for you to get to me," he said. I could tell that he was telling the truth. He was hiding something and only Hera knows the secret of Kanan Jarrus.

   I wouldn't tell people my secrets after just meeting them so Kanan is the same way. I respected that since we are both hiding our powers. Kanan probably thought of his as a curse, I know that's what I think of mine.

   The door opened and Hera walked in.

   "You two ready?" She asked. Kanan looked over at me with an unsure look. I silently gave my answer with a nod.

   Kanan turned to face Hera, who gave us a confused look.

   "Yeah, we're ready."

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