《Ezrabine/Sabezra vol1》The dark
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OM narrator POV
Ezra felt the cold dark ground beneath him as he crawled along not wanting to stand up and bump his head on the roof that would most likely be very low due to their imprisonment.The pain he felt not being with her was worse than the pain he felt from the flesh wounds that were embedded from the torture that he was put through until the thought of being alone was so unbearable that he reached out with the force.
Sabine was using her best instincts and training to find him she used every skill and ability she knew in order to assess the situation and find him until she was pulled away in the opposite direction where she landed in Ezra's arms "Ezra where are we?" said Sabine "I don't know but, we need to leave here immediately" said Ezra
Sabine's POV
I was so glad to hold onto him again i didn't know if i would be able to find him then i stand up and hit the roof before i can reach half-height "OW!" i said then receded back towards Ezra as he was saying "we need to be more careful than that or we can get hurt" his voice was ragged and strained with a wetness in his voice I was back in his arms and felt of the tunic he wore that covered his chest and felt the wetness of it Wait?Wet? "Ezra why are you wet?"i asked "ummmm well it's more of a damp don't you think like you know like a barely wet kind of a dried up know what i'm sayi'n?" his voice was very ragged "Ezra it's blood" "I know Sabine let's focus on what's more important Kay?" before i knew tears were rolling down my face just by thinking of what he endured.
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OM narrator POV
"Sabine? we have to leave.OK?" said Ezra "Ok but we have to get you medical attention when we get the chance got it?" said Sabine "Yes ma'am"
Ezra rolled his back onto the back of Sabine so that when he did what he had to it would not harm her he then reached within himself and pushed hard with the force causing the area around them to left up towards the air above them the "cage" around them lifted and let the light come in and fill the darkness around them and with the concentration that few possessed he used the force to remove Sabine while lifting up the walls around them and maneuvered his way around ever so slowly he then remained in stasis with the force as he put his hand on Sabine's forehead and ordered the force to help her remain asleep as he picked her up and carried her away with him there was a loud clash behind him as he lost connection with the force and moved away slowly into the compound
Ezra was met by a group of pirates,or partisans, or whatever they were and gently laid Sabine down and drew his lightsaber. Creating a green glow that bounced off the gray walls out of the crowd came a blue-skinned twi'lek stepped forward and said "look at the mess you've made this will take forever to fix again i will have your neck for this unless you can give me a very good reason for being here" then Ezra replied "we were trapped in a metal box and we could not escape i was eventually able to get my acquantince and I out" the twi'lek once again stepped forward and offered him a hand "my name is Numa we are partisans who fight against the empire and it's occupation of Ryloth in case you don't know where you are you are on a space station circling Ryloth. Do you understand?" Ezra gave a slow nod as Numa looked at the large gash on his chest from where he had removed his tunic "you need help don't you?" asked Numa Ezra looked the other way and turned to pick up Sabine and carry her back out,he still had an oppurtunity to go with her because she was under a sleep induced by the force and so Ezra was able to pick her up and carry her out of the compound and into safety once again.
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this is a work of fanfiction that i put together to give people a worthy Ezrabine story and i plan on publishing more as time goes on and all works you see me publish will all be written by me
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