I thought my heart jumped out of my throat.

That was the information, the cure for the Infected. Was it even possible? Was there really a way to cure the monsters and turn them back into people? A way to save my parents?

"Can you tell us what you found so I can report it back to Fulcrum?" Hera asked Tseebo.

   "Tessbo was told not to share any information except to Fulcrum," he replied. Hera seemed a little disappointed but nodded blankly.

I was disappointed too, a cure was what everyone needed. A chance to live a normal life without fear. Well, as normal as it gets. I don't remember the last time actually being happy. My whole life has been of a street rat, surviving, no trusting, and hope to live another day.Well, I broke the 'no trusting' part but that doesn't mean I put my full faith and trust in them. For all I knew, I could get backstabbed, literally.

"So, what now?" Zeb asked.

"We take Tessbo to Fulcrum," ponytail answered.

"Ezra..." I almost jumped when hearing my name then turned to the person. Hera looked at me for a moment then asked, "What do you think we should do with Tessbo?"

   At first, I was taken back by the question and could tell the I wasn't the only. My face changed into one of anger. I could feel energy pulse through me and my hands.

   "Honestly," I clenched my teeth continuing, "I could care less." My hand clutched my arms tightly not sure why I was angry. I slid out of the seat and stomped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

   My breathing was irregular like I just ran a marathon. I leaned over the sink then looked up in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes, teeth clenched, chest heaving from breathing to hard, and my eyes had little specks of yellow.

   "Kid, are you okay in there?" Ponytail called from the other side.

   "I'm...fine," I replied, trying to not shout.

   "You don't sound fi-"

   "I said..." I yelled, cutting him off then calmed down,"...I'm fine. Just-just go away and leave me alone."

   This didn't feel normal. I don't get angry so easily at little things like that. Why do I feel like this though? Why do I feel like yelling at everyone and just hide away?

   I looked back down and closed my eyes, finding peace.

   "Ezra"

   My eyes immediately opened. I knew this voice. The man and the woman's voice weren't the only ones but they were the good side. Like my guardian angels that sat on the left side of the shoulder. Yet, this was the bad side, the demon that sits on the right shoulder. He whispers things into my ear that can give a grown man chills.

    "You are weak. Pathetic. Afraid."

   That's when I realized the reasoning for my anger. I am afraid. I'm afraid of choosing what happens to Tessbo. To leave him with strangers or get captured by the Empire. Possibly getting him killed in the process.

   Yet, what doesn't make sense is why I would care? Just a minute ago, I told the crew that I could care less about what happens to him. Now, I'm rethinking everything all over again.

   The man who left me to die but also has important information to cure the world.

I sighed and glanced in the mirror to see that my eyes were back to their normal blue.

"Monster lies beneath the mask."

For a moment, a flash of a reflection showed in the mirror. I gasped and stepped back quickly. I wasn't paying attention to what was behind me and fell into the bathtub.

Black raven hair, cold gold eyes, black circles under the eyes. It looked like me but was something far more dangerous. The hatred, anger, the fury.

That's what I call it. The Fury. The monster inside of me. It wants control but I keep it locked away but how long until it breaks free is unpredictable.

   I stood up and shuddered then almost fell back into the tub when a knock came from the door.

   "You okay in there?" It was ponytail again.

   "Yeah, just fell," I replied with the an excuse and half truth. Footsteps grew quietly away from the door and I looked back in the mirror to see my own, normal face.

   A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

   I stayed in here for a couple more minutes before deciding to leave the room. My hand unlocked and opened the door to reveal Tessbo and Sabine sitting across from each other. There was no one else in here.

   "Where is everyone?" I asked, walking over to Sabine and Tessbo.

   Sabine looked up from messing with something then back down. "Hera and Kanan are up front and Zeb is sleeping, don't wake him up or else..." Sabine said monotone. So that must be ponytail's name, Kanan.

   That's when I glanced out the window to see things passing. Guess I didn't notice that we started to move but the problem was nothing looked like Lothal, just a huge field of grass.

   "Did we leave Lothal?" I asked Sabine urgently.

   "Yeah," she replied annoyed.

   "Were any of you considering on letting me go?" I asked crossing my arms. Sabine looked up and glared, "It wasn't my decision to keep you here. I want you off more than anything so go talk to people who would actually care about your problems. They are the ones who decided you should stay!"

   She huffed and went back to her work. I was taken back but returned the glare, "Fine!"

   I took a deep breath in and out to calm down. I wasn't going to let her get to me. I wasn't going to release the darkness, the Fury.

   My feet padded towards the front or driving area. No one was going to keep me here by force. It's time to get out of this mess. I reached my hand out for the knob.

   "I'm telling you, there is something special about him."

   My hand froze.

   "I don't know, Hera. For all we know, this kid could be trouble."

   I leaned my ear against the door to listen in on more of the conversation.

   "We'll give him a chance," Hera spoke.

   "If you say so but there is a little flaw in your plan," Kanan responded.

   "What would that be? The plan is still going," Hera replied.

   "You didn't tell or even say anything about taking him along with us. What if he has a family back at home? Don't you realize that we might have kidnapped a child," Kanan said.

   "This child is now being tracked by the Empire because of us, Kanan. Since we rescued him, the Empire probably thinks that he's with us," She argued.

   Rescue? I don't need rescuing! I can look after myself! So what about the Empire, what are they going to do to me after already stealing everything from me. My parents, my life, my home, everything! Now these so called 'rebels' think they can just swoop in and save the day like in a child's fairytale?

   I snapped out of my thoughts when hearing a sigh from the other side.

   "And how are you going to explain this to a twelve-year old?" Kanan asked. My eyebrows knitted together in annoyance.

   'I'm not twelve! I'm fourteen!' I thought. Suddenly, the door snapped open and I fell on the floor. I lifted my head up to see Kanan and Hera looking down at me with raised eyebrows. I quickly stood up and dusted myself off.

   I must of said it out loud.

   "You can't keep me here," I said, crossing my arms. Then realized that we were still moving but no one was driving the RV.

   "Who's driving?" I asked.

   "Autopilot," Hera answered, "Can we talk, just you and me?"

   "Look, just turn this old hunk of junk and take me home, now," I demanded, "Then we can forget any of this ever happened and be on our merry ways."

   The RV jerked to a stop and I tumbled forward. An arm caught and pulled me back on my feet.

   "Try not to fall...again," Kanan said and I glared at him. Hera was checking a board of different buttons to see what was going on.

   She slammed her fist on the hard surface and cursed under her breath.

   "The Ghost needs some repairs out in the hood," she told no one in particular then pressed a button. A small slot opened and out came a small orange and white robot.

   "Hey Chopper, I need you to fix some things under the hood."

   The little robot beeped then rolled out of the room. I saw Kanan talking to a blank faced Sabine and a grumpy Zeb. The two nodded then followed him out the door with Chopper.

   That's when I realized that they just went outside where the Infected could be roaming. Are they nuts or plain stupid?

   Tessbo just sat where he was minding his own business and didn't seem to be fazed by anything. Of course, his brain is on the fritz, not that it wasn't before.

   I turned to see Hera fixing a panel, might as well get some answers.

   "Why are you keeping my hostage?" I asked, sitting in the passenger's seat.

   "If we were keeping you hostage, then you would be tied up and gagged," Hera responded.

   I narrowed my eyes. The woman sighed and stopped working for a moment. Green eyes filled with sorrow looked at me.

   "Alright, Ezra. Be truthful when I ask you this."

   I hesitated before nodding my head.

   "Do you have history with Tessbo?" She asked.

   "Didn't we already cover this?" I asked. Hera rolled her eyes, "I'm serious, do you or not?"

   "For the love of Lothal, yeah, sure. Why does this have to do with kidnapping me?" I asked, annoyed. I could feel my blood boiling but tried my best to keep calm.

   "We have intel that Tessbo knows what happened to the Bridger family. Do you know who they are or were? Wish I did," She said. I froze and closed my mouth since no words would come out. How would they come out if I didn't know what to say?

   Thankfully, Hera continued and didn't notice my reaction, "Why do you hate Tessbo so much?" Darn it.

   I pulled my legs up to my chest, "I'm not answering that."

   "Figured you wouldn't," she said then went back to work.

   "You're not answering any of my questions so why would I answer yours?" I said, glaring. She stopped again and looked over at me.

   "Because," she started, "The Bridgers disappeared a long time ago without a trace. They knew something that no one else knew except for one person, Tessbo. He found that little information, the cure."

   I started to realize where the conversation was going. Hera continued, "The question is how though? How did they find the cure and why did they disappear before telling anyone else?"

   I knew the answer to one of those questions. Now that I think about it, my parents did hide  a lot of things. Even from me and Erica. Did they really find a cure? Yet, how did they? How could they find a cure so quickly in just a couple days? Researchers still try to find a cure ever since the day that everything changed.

   "I guess, I could say that there are questions that I'm still trying to get answers to as well," she said.

   "And you think that I can provide them. Why would you take me with you when all you had to do was ask?" I questioned.

   "Would you have answered?" I opened my mouth to reply then snapped it shut. She gave me a smug look, "Besides, you can go out of the Ghost anytime you want. No one is stopping you."

   "Out there with all the nasties hiding in the grass. No thanks," I said, "but I still want to go back to Lothal."

   "Ok, fine. We'll bring you back when we deliver Tessbo," she said, finished with repairs. She stood up from the floor and sat in the driver's seat. I wasn't sure why but I felt comfortable talking with Hera.

   "Your parents must be worried sick," she said, pressing some buttons. I turned to look out the window sadly before quietly replying, "I don't have any parents."

   The clicking of buttons stopped and eyes burned the back of my head. I felt a swell of despair fill my chest twisting with knots over and over again.

   It was silent. To silent.

   A beep cut through the air.

   "Start the Ghost now! We've got trouble!" I recognized the voice as Kanan's. That's when Hera gasped.

   What was going on? I was curious and was about to look when a huge figure passed by the window. I froze and could feel my body grow cold, hands clutching the seat.

   An Infected.

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