Rage

Jakku certainly wasn't the nicest place in the galaxy. At a glance, all one would see is sand, ruin, death, and more sand. There wasn't much more to it. Filled with the worst people and almost void of food, Jakku was truly an awful place. But it was home. It was all Rey ever knew before her life took a completely unexpected turn. She often wondered whether it for better or for worse. In this current moment, probably for worse. Jakku seemed like a fine place right about now.

Staring out into the beyond, Rey observed the damage done to the ship. Debris painted the vacuum that was outer space and a sizable portion of the ship was broken off as if someone cut it clean in half. Looking further, the rest of the First Order's fleet seemed to have also taken quite a hit. Her eyes were met with the beautiful destruction of about a dozen Star Destroyers. No weapon in her knowledge could have caused so much damage.

Rey removed her gaze from the First Order's fleet and looked ahead, in search of what was left of the Resistance. Peering through the magnifier she had looked through only moments before, Rey found the sight a billion stars and a small planet in the distance, but nothing else. Before, there had been a couple dozen transports fleeing from the main cruiser.

Piecing the evidence together, Rey figured that they had escaped to the planet in the distance, as there was nowhere left to go. As for the main cruiser that was running on fumes, she hadn't a clue where it could have gone.

Again, Rey averted her attention. Surveying the room she was in, many feelings washed over her. Snoke's dead body laid in pieces around his throne. The Praetorian guards were scattered around the entire room, silenced forever. The ominous red drapes had been burned or ripped, leaving an unobstructed view of the stars. In the middle of it all, Ben– no, Kylo Ren lay unconscious. Everything that had just happened overwhelmed her with traces of panic, anxiousness, fear, anger...

Choosing not to dwell on him or anything else that happened, Rey began her search for an escape. Everything was all too much for her to handle. A couple of weeks ago she was a nobody that scavenged the ruins of Jakku. Today, she was, well, still a nobody.

Stepping around what was left of Snoke, Rey made her way around the throne, looking for a quick way out. Eying the area, she managed to spot a small latch in the floor, barely visible against the reflective black surface. Squatting down, she reached out a hand and grabbed hold. Opening with surprising ease, Rey found herself looking down into an escape pod; presumably Snoke's.

Without even thinking twice, Rey threw herself into the compartment below and started to ready the pod for launch. Unfamiliar with the controls, she fumbled around with various buttons before realizing she was missing something.

The lightsaber.

Finally getting the pod readied, Rey hastily climbed out to find the remains of Luke's shattered lightsaber.

The two pieces had gone flying in opposite directions, meaning they could be anywhere in the room. The one thing that Rey wanted to do was leave this awful place, so she picked up her pace and rapidly scanned the room as she patrolled around. Before she had a chance to search thoroughly, an object on the floor caught her eye.

Hardly visible on the dark floor, there sat a lightsaber, though not the one she was looking for. This one belonged to Kylo Ren, possibly the most hated man in the galaxy.

Automatically, Rey bent over and picked it up cautiously, as if it could wound her at any moment.

Glancing between the object in her hands, and the owner of said object, Rey wanted more than anything smash the lightsaber to a thousand pieces. The man that lay unconscious only a few feet away didn't deserve to own such a weapon. She'd seen the hatred in his eyes. She'd had seen what he was truly capable of doing. There was no going back for Ben Solo.

Kylo Ren was the only thing left. A shadow of what could have truly been a great Jedi Knight. The Dark Side of the Force had taken hold of him and it wouldn't be releasing anytime soon. Ben Solo was dead.

She used to think differently. Redemption was something everyone had a shot at. Even Darth Vader had proved that. But she could see now that Kylo Ren was nothing but a ruthless murderer that craved power above all else.

The moment that he had ignited the lightsaber to kill Snoke, Rey thought that Ben Solo had come back.

She was wrong. Very wrong.

After the fight, she could still see no trace of light. Just the same hatred and fire present in the eyes of only Kylo Ren. Killing Snoke wasn't Ben Solo trying to redeem himself of all the terrible things he's done; it was Kylo Ren ridding one more obstacle in his path to power.

Lost in her thoughts, Rey came to her senses and noticed that she was now standing over his motionless body.

She moved her attention back to the item in her hand.

Rey could put an end to a whole a lot of destruction and reign with a single press of a button. She had a chance to save millions, if not, billions of lives. The galaxy surely wouldn't mind if Kylo Ren were gone. He was more monster than man; he had even admitted it himself.

That glimmer of hope that she had seen in him was long gone.

The very same second that the thought of killing Kylo Ren crossed her mind, Rey felt a million different feelings hit her all at once. Again, she felt panic because of the limited time she had. Anxiousness, due to the impending consequences that would arise. The whole situation also made her fearful, something she was quite familiar with. But most of all, she felt anger…

The rage that flowed through her was a totally new feeling. Jakku had taught her not to get too caught up on the little things and to move on, as nothing there was ever forgiving. Having a positive outlook on anything and everything was the only way to make it. The hopes she had that her parents would eventually come back were one of the only things driving her.

But this wasn't Jakku. Rey knew now that her parents would never come back. And now, she was furious. Not just at Kylo Ren, but everything. Snoke, for turning seducing Ben to the Dark Side. The First Order, for being a relentless presence in every corner of the galaxy. Finn, for dragging her into all of this in the first place. Luke, for not teaching her a damn thing and refusing to help the Resistance. Her parents, for abandoning her.

Her eyes moved back to Kylo Ren's unconscious form.

This man killed his own father in cold blood, and for what? To please his master? Rey didn't do anything for anyone. She grew up lonely and afraid. Where she comes from, depending on others isn't an option. It was time to take the fate of the galaxy into her own hands.

Looking at Kylo Ren with a new fire in her eyes, Rey found that she couldn't kill him, though it wasn't because she was too afraid to do it. Death was far too good for someone like him. Killing him wouldn't stop the First Order anyway. He was just one person among millions.

One person capable of the cruelest acts of evil.

The satisfaction of watching him die would be too short-lived. He needed to suffer, to hurt. Kylo Ren deserved nothing more than to be broken and ruined.

In an instant, Rey thought up something that she never before even considered. This new-found rage inside her seemed to conjure the thought in her head. He was unconscious and unarmed, though her dark thoughts didn't seem to care. Not even thinking twice or considering the outcomes of her next actions, Rey chose to ignore the logical side of her brain.

She would break him.

Rey slowly shifted her gaze from his scarred and beaten face. Moving her eyes down his body she finally settled her scrutinizing glare on Kylo Ren's right hand.

With the press of a button, the red lightsaber sprung to life.