Here is the sequel to my story Prelude.

Summary: Maul gets away with Ezra, ready to make him the perfect apprentice, even if that means he subconsciously results to some of the same tactics used on him when Sidious took him under his wing. Will Kanan and the Ghost crew be able to dave him before it is to late?

This story may reference some of the stuff that happens in the book Wrath of Darth Maul. Mostly, I plan on getting some inspiration/ideas from Maul's training in there to set up how Maul plans to train Ezra, with the idea that some of Sidious' methods/presence still lingers within Maul, be it sub/unconsciously.

Ezra slowly started regaining consciousness. His head was throbbing while the rest of his body felt numb. Once his vison had fully cleared, he had to come to terms with where he was, balled up within the confines of a Tie Fighter. That was the last place Ezra wanted to be, in fact he didn't want to be there at all, especially considering that the pilot of said Tie Fighter was getting away with abducting him that very same day.

Maul gave a sinister smirk, realizing his prized apprentice had finally awakened. Once he engaged autopilot with the correct coordinates and let the ship go into hyperspace, Maul turned his attention to the still relatively groggy teenager.

"You're awake." Maul greeted, getting up to approach the boy. "Good."

Ezra curled up into an even tighter ball, trembling ever so slightly, as Maul beside him. He flinched as the Zabrak tried placing a hand on his shoulder, not wanting the former Sith Lord's false sense of comfort. Maul would have been offended if he didn't already have enough experience with Ezra stemming from Malachor.

"How is any of this good?" Ezra practically yelled, as he found Maul holding him in place with both gloved hands gripping on to his trembling shoulders. "You've cornered me, kidnapped me, and done who knows what to my master and friends. You'd have to be pretty twisted to think that would be a good thing."

"Don't worry Ezra. I didn't kill them. I don't have a reason to, at least not yet. We got away without a scratch. But now's not the time for a technicality. We need to start your training."

Ezra pushed himself out of Maul's grip, and backed away from the man, infuriated.

"I will not train under you." Ezra was practically growling. "You are not my master, and I refuse to be your apprentice."

The Zabrak's reaction almost appeared to come out of nowhere. With a face that appeared unfazed, unresponsive, and nearly indifferent, Maul clawed a harsh grip on the boy's face, right along the boy's lower jaw. His grip dug into Ezra causing pain, and Ezra was not going to let it happen any longer lying down, as he tried to break free of the death grip.

"Listen carefully apprentice. That was not a question, it was a fact. This situation is not negotiable. This is your reality. Death will be the only way out, especially if you fail me. You are my apprentice, I will train you, and you will stay by my side as we get the revenge we desire so much. Or justice, as you have so clearly distinguished. That is what we're going to do, and I won't stop until I snuff the Jedi out of you."

Maul let Ezra go and shoved the boy back before resuming his post in the driver seat. Ezra rubbed his sore jaw as he brought himself back to a sitting position. He glared at the Zabrak, but knowing that wouldn't do a thing, Ezra decided to try getting some actual rest. Then if Maul didn't notice and they haven't reached their destination, he'd even try to mediate in order to get a connection with Kanan.

I apologize if this is kind of short, but the chapters will get progressively get longer. I know what I want to do with the story, but I can't tell you how many chapters that are going to be in total.