Prologue.
Home - not so - sweet home.
"I'm being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but
I don't know if I have the strength to do it.
Will you help me?"
Consciousness was starting to get back to him. He was lying on a mattress hard as rock, with only a thin sheet covering his bare chest. There was pain along his leg and he could feel a deep cut on his face, while another one was burning in his lower abdomen. Groping himself, he realized he had bandages on, but he didn't remember who placed them. He didn't even remember where he was. His sight was still a blur, part from the painkillers - that weren't doing their job very well - part from the dried blood above his eyelids. It was best to keep them closed. Through the fogginess, he forced himself to make sense out of what had happened. The last thing he could recall was being at the Starkiller base, Han Solo's mortified eyes locked onto his own. The hand of his father on his face, while heat slowly faded from it. The fall into the abyss. After that he only had flashes of random images. Chewie, he thought, had shot him, and there was the girl, the scavenger - they fought outside in the snow. He remembers feeling in control, he was winning the combat. Obviously not.
"He's in there?"
In his closed eyes he could make presence of a young woman's voice outside his room. No, not a room. A cell.
"Yeah." A male voice replied.
"Like... Alive?"
It was not just any woman. The scavenger.
"Yes."
There was a pause. Kylo Ren does not need to use the force to know that the girl is in disbelief.
"...Why?"
"Leia wants it this way."
Leia. The mention of his mother's name brings him to his whereabouts. He is in the Resistance's base. The new one, the one he had never been. He fights the pleasure of staying with his eyes closed. He has to make a recognition of the place before someone comes to question him. As his vision slowly come back to focus, he starts with what he can see looking up. The ceiling was all white, like the walls and the lamp, its light overly bright.
"But... But he killed..."
"I know, Rey. But he's still her son. And we were friends once, so I kind of get her on this."
Friends? He doesn't remind ever having friends in his life. But he recognized the man's voice now. Poe Dameron's.
"He tortured you!"
"Hey, I didn't say we are friends now." He hears Poe's traditional smirk. Always so arrogant.
"Come on, Rey. Leave it to her, okay? She know what she's doing."
Kylo could sense the girl's reluctance behind the walls, but she, like himself, realizes it is a lost argument. So they leave, their footsteps getting lower and lower until it disappears. He is finally alone with his thoughts.
He turns his head to look around his imprisonment. It looks like a vast room, on one corner is the bed he laid on and on the other is the door, with a chair by its side. It couldn't be that they were going to leave him so unguarded. There was no one outside, the force was telling him that. It was too easy. Too easy to be true. He gazed thoroughly at the door, noticing something. A reflection. There is glass between the bed and the door. A wall of glass placed right in the middle. Of course it wouldn't be just any glass - It is glass forged in the fire of Mustafar, indestructible and Force proof. He knows this glass all too well. Luke had created it.
He lets a small, sarcastic laugh escape his mouth. It hurts, but he can't help himself from doing it. The whole situation was so ridiculous he had to laugh. Just hours ago he was at the most lethal weapon on the universe, crushing down his enemies, the map to Luke Skywalker only moments away from him. The scavenger girl was his prisoner and Hux was the one going on about why was she still alive. Now, not only he was the farthest as possible from capture Luke Skywalker, he had been imprisoned by Luke Skywalker. Oh, the irony! He couldn't feel the scavenger's force presence before, now that he thinks about it. His eyes follow the glass to its corners, looking for the entrance. He found it on the end of the left side, in a small glass chamber that allowed people to go in and out without letting his force escape those walls. His mother really had thought of everything. She must have built this prison for him a very long time ago.
He was too weak to have an anger access, too weak to even think of having one. Instead, he lies his back on the mattress again, this time in no hurry to escape. Strategy would build itself up in time. For now, he must wait for the developments of the situation. Starring at the ceiling, he thinks about his next steps. Even though Snoke is the most powerful being in the universe, he will not be able to feel Kylo's Force signature behind the glass. This is a set back, but it could also be good. He could learn about the Resistance and destroy it from the inside.
"Hope you enjoyed your sleep" He had not heard Leia Organa step inside the room. Her voice sounded different. Dry, rusty and cold. Not like the voice she used to reserve for him, soft and gentle of a mother. He feels nothing. He doesn't even look at her. Not because he is afraid that what he would see would crush him, but because he doesn't care at all.
She sits on the chair before him, the wall of glass between them.
"I did, thank you. I dreamed of ewoks playing in a sunflower field." He mocks, still staring at the ceiling. She allows herself to laugh sarcastically at this.
"So much like your father."
If the air between them wasn't tense already, this implied accusation certainly makes it. Right. I killed my father. He thinks to himself. He was expecting the wave of guilt to hit him since it happened, but instead of that, there was only emptiness. I killed Han Solo...
"So what happens now?" He asks, finally lifting his back from the bed and looking at her through the glass. "Do I go to trial and face my crimes?"
Leia snapped. She stood up from her chair, walked to the glass wall and hit it hard with a closed fist.
"There is no trial, you murdered your father, my husband! I am the judge, the jury and the executioner of this court!"
He almost flinched. This has a certain dose of dark humor to him. When he was young he did all sort of stupid things to gain his mother attention and he didn't even get yelled at. Now he has her entire focus, all her hate, pain and disappointment turned to him. They stare at each other for a long time. Even though he can't use the force, he can tell everything going on inside Leia's head, it is written in her face. How betrayed she fells. How alone she is in the world right now. How she is desperate for him to come around to the Light Side, to her side. Even though her boy had killed her husband, the only person she wants to comfort her is her boy. This would have broken Ben Solo's heart.
But not Kylo Ren's.
"You will not eat, you will not sleep, you will not draw a breath without my knowing about it!" She pierces his eyes with her own. It was obvious their little reunion had come to an end. There is nothing more to be said between them.
"I don't care who you think you are, or what nonsense that bastard, prototype of a Sith has been filling your head with, you will comeback to me, even if it takes forever!" She stops to catch her breath, a sad countenance taking over her. "And you will realize what you've done." Such sad eyes.
With one last look to the face of her once lost son, she turns around and she leaves.
A.N.: So yeah, I might have been carried away with the whole "Luke's Mustafar Glass" thing, but it will serve the purpose of this story! I promise it will be a good one! Still getting to know how to describe Kylo's point of view without looking like a heartless son of a bitch, but I have a feeling things will work out. This story popped in my head this afternoon, and I just had to write it. If you liked it or have any thoughts on it, please leave a review, I would be thrilled to read it!