Rey POV
I had a headache. Rolling my head to find some relief, I realised the headrest of the Falcon had been replaced with some metal bar that fixed me in place. I shifted to try and get some relief, but my hand was caught in some iron grip. Snapping my eyes open, I looked around to see where in hell I was, and it looked like I was in some torture chamber of the First Order. Then to confirm my suspicions, there was Kylo Ren, the leader of the First Order, or the executioner at least, staring at me like a statue.
"Comfortable?" he asked.
"Hardly," I breathed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "This is the best I can do."
"I highly doubt that."
"You're not pleased to be here."
I scoffed. "Clearly I am here against my will."
"Not true," he said. "You are my honored guest."
"It's hard to feel honored when you are being chased by a creature in a mask!"
"Oh, the mask scares you," he said. He reached up and popped it off, revealing a fair face with soft brown eyes, and wavy raven black hair. Placing the mask in his lap, and resting his hand on it, then his chin in his hand, like he was appraising me, he bit the end of his pinky nail and looked at me cooly. "There," he said, "is that better?"
So many thoughts ran through my head. One, Ben was older than I thought he was. He wasn't some teenager running around with a lightsaber and anger issues, but a man, at least twenty-five, but closer to thirty. Second, he obviously knew what he was doing. I was the underdog here, and I was way out of my element. He was going to demolish me. Third, I liked Toby, cared for him, maybe loved him. But his brother just did something to me physically that Toby hadn't done to me in the three months I've known him. I still love Toby, but Ben, or Kylo Ren whoever he is, maybe we could… talk?
Kylo Ren laughed.
"You're a pretty thing," he said.
"Why am I here?!" I spat, trying to hide what was running through my head.
"So businesslike," he said amused. "Very well. You saw the map to Skywalker, where is he?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"He is my uncle," he said. "I want to make sure he is okay."
"He is probably mourning the temple you destroyed."
"Do you want to know what really happened that night?" he whispered.
"I don't care why you killed your aunt and her child, you just did it!"
"Yeah," he said. "No one cares what pushes you over an edge when you go over and it's so… flamboyant."
"Flamboyant?" I cried. "That is what you call yourself? Murdering your aunt, her child, and ten of your classmates."
"Sacrifices," he said.
"For what?"
"You don't know what was going on in my head that night!"
"Then tell me," I said.
"I want my map!"
"We dont always get what we want," I said calmly.
A wicked grin came across his face, and then he stretched out his hand. "Well, I do," he said.
Images rushed through my mind starting in my birth, from my earliest memory, to what I had for breakfast this morning. Everything that I could remember came flooding through my mind in vivid detail, and for some horrid reason, Kylo Ren could see it too.
"Aww," he said, "how cute. You and my brother are almost a lovey-dovey couple."
"Get out of my head," I whispered.
"Wow, a few cherished memories with Han Solo." Chuckling, he added, "you think of him like a father. Yeah, he would have disappointed you. I can assure you."
"Get out!"
"Your so lonely," he mused. "You think this Resistance is your new family. Sweetheart, I am sure they have already left you for dead."
I was crying, and I didn't know if it was from the pain of him being in my head or his hateful comments on my life. Then I had a thought, doesn't a link go both ways?
I crawled into his brain while he was talking to me, letting the tears pour, which made him think he was getting to me. Something had to get to him. There was something at the core of his being that would strike fear into his soul.
I saw images from his childhood, and he was Han and Leia's son. He was named after one of the past of the Jedi Knights, Obi-Wan Kenobi whose nickname was Ben Kenobi during the age of the Empire. He was a troublesome toddler, had difficulty sleeping, and threw tantrums. He was very close to Leia, Han, Chewbacca, Luke Skywalker, and someone called Lando. His father taught him to be a pilot but he had such skills, that many thought it came from Anakin's side of the family. He studied with Luke, and was one of his best students. Toby and Ben were rivals, both masters at different forms, Toby a master at Soresu, and Ben a master at Shien. I wondered why he liked Shien, and I probed deeper.
He fought me hard, but soon I got my answer. His grandfather. That was his motivation for everything. He worshiped his grandfather and wanted to be like him. Now I had my edge.
"You," I whispered. "Will never be him. You are a pathetic child. A mockery. You will never be Darth Vader!"
He withdrew from my head, and I slumped down exhausted.
"I hope you don't mind starving," he snarked, and then stomped out of the chamber, grabbing his mask.