AN: I would like to make it extremely clear that the original idea of this story is not mine. The original Fiction is written by the tumblr user; LittleCrazyMonday. I loved the idea SO much that I adapted it to veer a different direction in terms of story telling. All idea credits and writing style credits to LittleCrazyMonday! Broken into extremely short chapters BTW :)
The barrage is never ending. Rey cursed herself for ever thinking of leaving Luke's island… She figured this was some sick form of punishment for her failure to convince him of returning to 'save the galaxy'.
Everything was aching from the battle. Her calfs burned from running, her arms tire at the weight of the ignited saber in her hands. She slips in the mud, struggling to see through the torrential down pour above. The clap and boom of thunder displaces her sense momentarily. The stormy skies were no help to Rey as she burned her way through storm trooper after storm trooper.
She wondered if this had been her fault. That she had somehow led the first order straight to their base. Although there was no sign of that awful being near her- or his undeniable ship- she still couldn't help but blame herself for all of it… Maybe she could avoid leading Kylo Ren and his cronies to Luke.
Mistake, mistake, mistake
Rey had been peeled off from the rest of her friends. Backed into a helpless situation. Oh how she desperately wished for the opportunity to run to her friends sides, so they could cover her.
Not happening
Pushing for an opportunity, Rey made short work of three troopers, disarming the first two and delivering a fast kick to the thirds nether regions. Her fleeted attempt worked, allowing Rey to escape.
Shit
The over whelming stench of his presence fills her nose and floods her throat, making it difficult to breath. He was there…
He can feel it the moment he steps for outside of his ship.
His knights are here.
His knights are here
The pit of dread in his stomach boiled into pure anger. The insubordination, the direct violation of his mere authority was enough to warrant each of them a slow death.
The first storm trooper he finds, he abruptly stops- violating the inner reaches of his minds.
To his surprise, he sees his knights.
Kneeling at Snoke's feet.
His own master, ignoring Kylo's authority, he orders them to hunt down that sand-rat.
Kylo Ren is weak- your master- has failed you, defeated by a girl who had never touched a lightsaber, Snoke sneered revoking every slice of power he had over his men…
Poor bastard, he can't help but think. Guarding the chamber door.
It's almost ironic how ones world can come crashing down in the blink of an eye.
Ironic
He has just been a pawn to Snoke all along, just one of his disposable white devils. With the over boiling sensation of hate, he killed the stormtrooper. It was all happening so fast. The last sliver of control Snoke had of Ren had now been severed by his own hand…
…And for a moment- there is an odd peace- fire, destruction, and decay surrounding him should act as an all to familiar hue, yet he stood still. For the first time in decades, his mind was his own…
Clouded by the hopes and dreams of his over inflated ego, Kylo Ren had allowed himself to be used as a disposable tool. The festering shadow destroying his mind was never the girl… it had always been-
Snoke
Rey was now surrounded. Why is it that Stormtroopers liked to line up to take their turn at killing a Jedi? The more troopers that had backed her into the flood ravine, the more Rey considered jumping in the water.
She grew up on a desert planet, just struggling to find water to drink, nevertheless water to swim in. The art of swimming had always been taboo to her.
It can't be to hard, she thinks. The current can't be that fast…
MISTAKE
Time stops.
A trooper lands a lucky shot onto Rey's side, sending her into the flood ravine. At first she struggles to swim to the surface, trying to catch her breath. Then is whipped underneath the water once again. Rey isn't sure whats happening to her, all she can do is surcome to the pain. Oh how she hates that sensation, but she learns to come to terms with it, soon shutting her eyes.
