Hello! Here I am with a new fanfiction! I sat around after watching Always Two There Are, and I thought of how scary and awesome the two inquisitors are, and I really wanted some more fanfictions with them. After awhile, I chose to write one myself. I hope you like it!

Ezra hadn't made it. Make no mistake, he wasn't dead. He wasn't exactly "okay" either. He leaned his head back against the metal wall of an imperial ship. The binders hurt his wrists, and head felt as though it had been crushed, put back together the wrong way, and filled with water. Ezra had the Seventh Sister to thank for that.

How did I end up like this? He asked himself. He didn't know why he asked this, he'd lived it.

***Flashback***

Escape had been within his grasp, so close that he could taste it. As Zeb shot at the inquisitors from the Phantom, he and Sabine ran. He was so sure that they'd make it. He was half right, because only Sabine got to the ship. One moment he was by her side, the next, a cold embrace grabbed his neck and yanked him backwards.

It pulled him to the ground, ripping the air from his lungs. Ezra sat up and shook his head to try to clear the ringing in his ears. When his vision came into better focus, he could make out the hangar doors closing, the Phantom being held back by the Force, and the Seventh Sister keeping him from moving with the Force.

It all seemed to be a blur after that. Ezra could only really process a few things, Sabine's face in the back of the Phantom, the cold surrounding him, and the absolute knowledge that if Zeb, Sabine, and Chopper didn't escape at that moment, the whole Ghost crew would die. No! He couldn't let that happen!

Summoning all of his will, Ezra felt the coldness around him become a part of him. He was barely aware of Sabine yelling or the frantic beating of his own heart. As the ship burst forward into space, he said the same two words that he said when he and Sabine first met the inquisitors. "Sabine, run!" A sonic wave seemed to release from him, sending the ship flying and the inquisitors staggering backwards.

He could sense it deep down, that he'd used the dark side. Just as what happened last time, his legs buckled, his skin felt frozen, and his mind was foggy. Another second passed, and just as quickly as the sudden rush of power came, it left. He collapsed, unmoving on the floor. He didn't have time to breath before a large hand lifted him off the floor by his neck.

Ezra was conscious enough to panic as the grip tightened. "You will pay with your life for that." The boy was almost sure that he'd see a red blade in front of his face, but instead, the hand around his neck just kept tightening. He wouldn't be surprised if a few of the bones in his neck were breaking. "Yeah, well." He choked out. "I'd say it was a decent bargain." He tried to take a ragged breath in as this clamp around his neck cut off his air supply completely. His fingers clawed at the hands that held him there; his feet kicked out against the empty air.

He couldn't hear it well, but the Seventh Sister said something, yelled it more like. Then, he was thrown against the wall like a ragdoll. His head hit first, then the rest of him, after that, he fell to the ground in a small, coughing heap. Ezra didn't get a chance to recover before once again he was lifted by his neck. It wasn't tight enough to keep him from breathing, but it was enough to keep his breaths labored. "Really," A female voice said. "He will be much more useful to us if we keep him alive." The pressure on his throat doubled, and that was his last memory.

When he came to, he was on the floor of an unfamiliar ship. His hands were still bound at the wrist, and he felt sick. Slowly, bit by bit, he raised himself to sitting position. It hurt like heck, but leaning against the wall offered him some support.

When his eyes focused, he could tell that he was in some sort of imperial prison. He knew that it'd been a completely sad, naive hope, but he hoped so hard that the encounter with the Inquisitors had been a dream.

***End flashback***

In any case, he didn't regret his decision. Sabine, Zeb, and Chopper escaped. Kanan would come to his rescue. It would all be okay, he knew it, but doubt came into his mind. The two inquisitors. He'd forced himself to sound so sure when he was being interrogated, so sure of his master's strength and power, but in truth, all he could do was hope. Kanan will come get me. I'll live. He won't be killed. Everything will work out. Ezra thought, trying to will himself to have faith.

They hadn't abandoned him. Maybe it looked like it at first glance, but he knew that Sabine and Zeb were aware that they couldn't face the inquisitors alone. They needed a Jedi to do that. Ezra knew it, they'd be back.

He tried to look on the bright side of the situation. He was alive, for the time being. They probably didn't plan on killing him too soon. Or wait, that last one was probably a bad thing…

He groaned as a headache struck hard. Maybe it was from how many times his head got hit, maybe it was because he tried to use the Force to contact Kanan. Either way, it sent waves of pain over his body. He tried to ignore it and think about the bright side again. At least I'm not being interrogated again. He thought, satisfied with himself for coming up with a reason to be thankful for something.

The door slid open, and he found himself looking into eyes as cold and unrelenting as a night's sky. Ezra didn't even try to hide a sigh of annoyance. Great job, Ezra. You just had to say something. The next few hours of his life would not be easy.

Ezra Pain! It never gets old! So, I'm still kind of working out the plot as a whole. If you have any suggestions, comments, or questions, please review! I love reviews! I hope everyone enjoys this! May the Force be with you!