Crimson Lane - Chapter 13 - The Long Dark Night (Part 2)

Rain trickled down the tinted windows of the black Mercedes Vito. Within, Kylo rested his head against the back seat, listening to the gentle roar of rubber tyres on wet bitumen. Gloved fingers threaded and eyes closed. Head bobbed as though he were sleeping.

The van sped from the red-light district of Mustafar. Streetlights beamed onto Kylo's face, the shadow of rain dancing across his features. The van weaved through the darkness until the lights became sparser and the road rough. T elltale signs they were coming into the rundown region of Jakku.

They came to a stop and Kylo opened his eyes. The door of the van slid open and the smell of musty rain pitted against dry streets flooded the interior.

"Ren," Dom said, voice quiet. "We're here. The guys are waiting for you inside."

Kylo nodded. Dom wasn't like the others. At five foot seven, he was the smallest of the knights, contracted by Snoke for tech work and driving. He was a gentle soul with a crooked smile and a love of small wonders, bugs mainly. Snoke had busted him hacking into his archives four years ago. Then, he'd been given the same sentence as Kylo: Freedom, at a cost. Now Dom had a string of offences that were far worse: fraud, embezzlement, hacking and sabotage. He couldn't walk away now, even if he wanted to.

Kylo stepped out into the gutterless street, pulling the collar of his jacket up around his neck as he dashed across the pavement. The road was unnaturally dark and eerily quiet, with wisps of steam rising from the surface.

That familiar blue door was as dark as the ocean floor now, the edges of it cracked and splintered, where Hux and the knights had kicked through the lock.

Kylo reached out, ready to push it open.

"Wait!" Dom held the barrel of the gun, handle outward for Kylo to grasp. "You'll need this."

Kylo furrowed his brow, taking it slowly. "Don't ever hold a gun like that."

"I trust you, Kylo."

"You shouldn't trust anyone here, least of all me." He took the gun carefully, checking the safety was in place, and slipping it beneath the waistband of his trousers.

He pushed the door again and this time the hinges creaked loudly and with a strained breath, he stepped inside.

Blood.

It was everywhere.

On the floor, on the walls, the stench of it acrid and sweet in the air.

"Holy shit," Dom whispered behind him.

"You don't need to come in."

Dom nodded, backing away, "Yeah, yeah, I'll wait outside."

Kylo kept his head straight, staring ahead with half-closed lids.

Drip, drip, drip . The rain was leaking through the hallway light, creating a pool of water on the hall rug. Kylo stepped over it. A gust of wind pushed the door open from behind him, as a draft crept down his back in an icy chill. He turned around.

He was alone. But still, he couldn't quite shake the feeling something or someone was walking with him.

Ahead, there was a light in the living room, with the shapes of Hux, Kane and Seth, hovering around a central figure.

He froze in place at the sound of Lor's weary words spilling out.

"I already told you, I'm not working with anyone. It's only ever been me. I used old access codes and-"

"That's not really true though, is it?" Hux's weaselling words followed. He turned to his knights. "Gentleman, help him remember."

LIke a cackle of hyenas, Hux and two of the knights circled around Lor, who was tied up in his dining chair. Kylo set his jaw in place, resolving to show no emotion at the sight of his Godfather bruised and bloodied, the hair of his beard burnt and the skin beneath it raw and glistening. Kylo looked through him, to the wall behind, forcing out the sight of the broken man.

"Well, well, well. So good of you to join us, Ren." Hux marched to him. The son-of-a-bitch didn't have a single hair out of place. Meanwhile, the rest of the knights were puffing, knuckles red and splattered with dried blood.

There was an emptiness in the air and inside him. From some far-off place in his consciousness, Kylo could hear the stoic guard of the grandfather clock, bearing witness. Each tick, counting down the seconds San Tekka had to live.

It was too much, and the old man's head dropped to the side, staring at the floor, pink saliva dripping from his cracked lip.

"Did you get anything?" Kylo asked, trying not to flinch at the sight of Lor's pathetic form.

"Actually, yes." Hux walked over to the dining table. The one Kylo had sat at mere hours ago. His glass of water, still there, untouched.

"Here." Hux handed him a small cylinder-shaped USB drive.

Kylo stared at it for far too long. There was no mistaking it. He had hidden and protected that piece of hardware for the last four months, using every moment Snoke had left his laptop unlocked to carefully steal information from it and on to the drive. It had everything he needed to bring Snoke and the First Order to justice once and for all. It was the only way he could make Snoke pay and release everyone else he had trapped in his vicious cycle of crime.

And there Hux held it in the palm of his hand like it was nothing. Without the drive there was no escape, Snoke would always find him and hunt him down. Kylo had tried to run away once, as a teenager… it had not ended well. He still had the scars to prove it. There was no choice but to stay now and continue playing the game, waiting to be caught or killed.

Kylo's world was crumbling around him; everything he had hoped to put into place was now crashing down like a landslide. He cleared his throat, blinking back the hint of tears.

"What's on it then?"

"Everything. You, me, Snoke. Every underhanded job the First Order has ever done."

Kylo nodded, slowly, eyes transfixed on the drive. "It's a good thing we found it then." He pocketed the drive but Hux reached out.

"It's a good thing I found it." Hux reached out with an open palm, waiting.

"Come now, Kylo. Finders keepers."

"I'll take it back to Snoke myself. He's expecting it"

"You're right, he is expecting it, which is why he asked me to deliver it personally ."

Kylo pursed his lips, reluctantly placing the drive back in Hux's waiting palm.

Hux's fingers closed around it quickly, sliding it into his own trouser pocket.

"You know, there was an awful lot of dirt on you. You should be thankful it didn't find its way to the press."

"We all are, I imagine."

Hux chortled. "Yes, I suppose so." And then he looked around the room, pulling Kylo aside. "There's no way San Tekka would have had access to this kind of information. You know what this means?"

"There's someone else on the inside."

"One of the girls, perhaps?"

"It's possible."

"I've been working on him for hours, but the son-of-bitch won't talk. Maybe you can be more convincing."

Kylo looked over at Lor thoughtfully. His godfather. The man who had cleaned him up after his first school fight so his mother wouldn't scold him, the man who was there for them when his father couldn't be, the man protecting him, even now.

"He's weak. If he knew anything he would have talked. Anyway, Snoke wants him dead."

"Hmm," Hux mused to himself. "It seems like a waste."

There was a flicker of movement from the dining chair, as Lor coughed himself awake. Kylo nodded his head towards him, indicating that they should be quiet.

"What do I care if he listens to any of it? He's a dead man anyway." He turned to Lor, pointing his finger in the shape of a gun. "You hear that, old man? We're going to blow your fucking brains out. That's what happens when you cross the First Order."

"But first-" Hux squatted in front of the man – "you're going to tell us who you're working for?"

Lor's mouth opened and closed.

"No one," he answered hoarsely.

Hux stood, wringing his hands with impatience. "I'm growing tired of your lies!" He nodded to the right and from out of the shadows, one of the knights stepped forward and punched him on the side of the skull.

Lor's head dropped forward, as a cry of pain escaped lips. Seemingly grasping onto the last threads of strength, Lor turned to Kylo and peered at him with those old blue eyes, with understanding and resolve.

"Tell us!" Hux screeched.

Another blow to the head, this time from Seth Ren. He was a newer member of the fold, one of the few whose lusts for violence and money had lead him to seek a job from Snoke directly. Once the sound of knuckles cracking against bone had subsided, Seth readjusted a bloody ring on his finger and stepped back into the darkness.

Kylo gnawed at the thumb of his glove. A habit he hadn't done since he was a kid. The

other hand, reached behind his back, feeling the cool, matte handle of the pistol.

"We can do this all night, old man." Hux gestured for another one of his men to step forward.

"No one." Lor's lips mouthed the words. And then he shook his head, raising tear-stained eyes to Kylo.

He had nothing left.

And he would never break.

"Please." The words came out empty, a breath of air, gasping. But Kylo heard it, deep in his heart, in the dark places of his mind where his nightmares lived and breathed. He would hear that word for the rest of his life.

Kylo shook his head, the motion was barely there, a silent message. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't—

" Please! " This time Lor found his voice, desperate and broken.

Kylo squeezed his eyes shut for a pause and when he opened them, Lor's gaze was reaching out to him. Begging.

Kylo pulled the gun from behind him, levelling the barrel so it was aimed between Lor's eyes. "Time's up, traitor."

"Wait!" Hux jumped out in front of him, gleefully pulling out his phone and setting it to record. "Smile at the camera, maggot."

"Stop it," Kylo said between gritted teeth.

"Come on, San Tekka. I want to see a big smile while we put a bullet in your head."

Kylo's hands shook; he was so close to grabbing Hux and slamming his face into the window. He breathed again. Centre. Control . He needed to stay in control.

Lor whimpered, forcing a weak smile onto his lips.

"There now," Hux beamed at him, holding the camera steady.

Kylo pulled the trigger, slowly, inwards…

I'm sorry.

The grandfather clock counted down: Three, two, one.

"No, wait!" Hux shouted, reaching out, but Kylo fired the shot.

And it was over.

Kylo would come to remember two things from that moment. One was the way the bullet drilled so neatly into the front of Lor's head, ripping through skin, skull and tissue until the back of his head exploded on the floral and lace curtains behind. And second, was the way Lor welcomed death. Not in fear or regret, but like an old friend. His eyes genuinely smiled and there was light in them.

In the end, it wasn't Kylo he was looking at, but behind him, to something that gave him a purpose to die. And for a long time after it happened, Kylo wondered whether he saw the woman he loved. Whether the prospect of an eternity with her made his death feel like a homecoming.

The gun released a shallow breath of smoke and the room fell silent, filled with the acrid tang of gunpowder. Kylo pocketed the weapon behind him once more, struggling to push it beneath his belt with quaking fingers. The moments, after all, played out like the blur of a nightmare. Hux and the knights spoke enthusiastically, raiding the fridge, emptying Lor's liquor cabinet and sharing the contents.

"Well done, Ren. I didn't think you had it in you," Hux said, an edge of a surprise to his voice. "Snoke will be pleased."

Kylo nodded, like a puppet on a string.

"Here." Another knight, he didn't even see who it was, slapped a bottle of vodka in his hand. "Drink up."

The next few minutes played out at mixed speed. In some ways the entire world had slowed, the sounds around him pushed into the background, his own thoughts loud and demanding, and the next minute his mind was empty and then there were other people talking, their voices rising and falling, their drinks filling and emptying, laughing as they cleared out any valuables and smashed photos and threw teacups against the brown wallpaper. They were drunk.

Drunk . Kylo opened the bottle, pouring the contents into his mouth, enough that his cheeks were filled and the sharp alcohol dribbled down his chin.

Hux slapped him on the back. Snoke wanted to speak to him, congratulate him on the job. Kylo nodded, answering in monosyllables.

Hux sidled up to him, lips curled in a devious smile. "You know the rules, the one who spills the most blood, cleans it up."

Kylo swayed, he hadn't drunk enough to sway, but something in his body was struggling to stay upright. "Fuck off. Do that yourself."

"No can do." Hux tapped on his pocket. "I need to get this back to Snoke."

"This is not your victory," he hissed a Hux, gripping his fingers into the man's forearm, aiming to bruise. Hux's phone beeped with a message and he pulled the phone out, holding it in front of him like some peace offering.

"That's him now." Hux checked the message, smiling coyly before turning the screen to show Kylo.

Kylo can clear the evidence. I expect you back here in 20.

"Tough break, Kylo." Hux beamed at him. "I'll see you back at the whore house."

One by one they left, even Dom, who had come sometime after the gun went off, decided to wait outside, saying he was going to hurt if he had to look at the splatter of brains on the window any longer.

Once they were gone, Kylo sunk down on his knees. Head raised, eyes lowered, forcing himself to see the body, to memorise the way the blood flooded out of his head. He tried to breathe, but his chest caved in on itself and his eyes stung with tears.

There it was. He was a murderer. Whatever the reason, whatever excuses he would tell himself in the dark of night, that much was true and nothing he could do would ever take that away.

He was about to let it all go, to stop fighting the bleeding tears that wanted to stream from his eyes, to roar, and beat his chest, and rip this place apart. He was at the gates, about to let it all spill out when the phone in his pocket began to vibrate on silent.

He pulled it out. Unknown number.

He pressed answer, and waited.

Rey leaned against the window of her room, watching the rain fall softly against the street lights. Had it really only been four days since she'd waited in this very spot for her first client? The mysterious Kylo Ren, who didn't want her to look, touch or ask questions.

Four days and everything she'd felt about him had changed. Into what, she wasn't sure. Her world had been shaken and broken, everything falling back into different places, feelings shifted, beliefs challenged. Her own personal earthquake.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them until they blanched with dissipating colours. The creeping fingers of dread taking hold the longer she waited...

Where are you, Kylo?

She shook her head, staring out into the black expanse, studying every shape and movement in the street below. Mindlessly reaching into her pockets and twisting the lining of them until her fingers brushed against the small folded note Kylo had given her.

She pulled it out, unfolding it. There was no name, or note, just a number.

Should she?

She didn't have much battery left, but there was enough, at least, for this.

She dialled the keypad quickly, in case she changed her mind.

It rang. Twice.

The phone on the other end of the line answered. Silence.

"Kylo?" she asked, cringing at the way her own voice was so weak and uncertain.

There was a beat, and then a rushed, "Rey, are you safe?"

"I'm fine, but I—" She rolled her eyes at her own words. But what, Rey? What exactly is the reason you're calling?

"Look, It's not a good time."

"Kylo," she whispered into the phone, holding it close. "Please tell me what Snoke is making you do tonight."

"Rey…" he began cautiously.

"Or just come back. Please, come back."

"Rey…"

"We can do whatever you want. Anything. Hey, I'll let you beat me at Risk if you want."

A laugh, muffled, strained and not altogether genuine, filled with emotion that shouldn't be there and then silence, again.

Pained, heavy silence.

"Don't do it," she pleaded.

Her phone beeped, warning her that she was about to run out of battery. It wasn't enough time.

"I don't understand what this thing is between us, Kylo, but it's more—"

It's more than professional, than friends, unfettered raw attraction underlying something deep and rich. A connection and longing that was slowly filling the empty places in her heart. She didn't know how to say it. It was too soon. She didn't know enough about him, and what she didn't know certainly shouldn't make her feel like this.

"It's more than—" her words failed her.

"I know," he almost whispered.

Rey closed her eyes and smiled, eyes filling with tears.

"Come back," she said through a muffled sob. "Please come back to me."

The sound on the other end dimmed into quiet, in the background she could hear the light tapping of a clock, it's regular rhythm contrasting against the random pitter-patter of the rain.

"I have to go." That voice, stronger now, resolved.

"Oh, okay."

"Bye, Rey."

"By—" The phone went dead, even as her answer hung in the air.

She stared at the blank screen and saved the contact, "B".

And then she waited.

On the woolskin rug by the fire, leaning against the window, in the shower, lying in bed, body naked beneath the smooth silk sheets.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

And then she finally heard a knock at the door.

She leapt out of bed, the sheet draped around her body, bare feet sliding across the cool

wooden slats.

The knock sounded again and she walked faster, heart pounding, hand outstretched to the door handle.

She reached forward, curling her fingers around the cold metal handle and then—

She stopped dead.

Kylo had the keys.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The silence was louder than ever, only broken by the sound of rain, lashing against the window on whips of wind.

A knock, again. Harder. It made the door rattle, and Rey took a step back, eyes wide.

Again, and then a voice, low and guttural.

"Open the door, Rey."

She froze. How could she be so stupid? Had he heard her coming to the door?

"Rey," the voice sterner now, but still laced with the overtone of deceptive kindness. "Open the door now, it's your boss, Alistair."

She took another step back. Eyes darting from the window to the door, to the bathroom. Searching for an escape...

"I know you're in there, little minx," he crooned. "Open the door, and we can have a chat. Just a talk, nothing else."

The door handle rattled again, but this time she could hear the sound of keys scratching against the lock.

She stepped backwards, fist to her mouth, heart racing. The door handle shook, being tugged this way and that. Pushed, pulled, and then more keys, scratching against the handle, and low, hissing curses.

She held her breath, eyes closed, listening to the sound. Waiting for the familiar click...

"Open the door your little bitch," he growled. And this time he kicked at it, the base of the door giving in slightly with every blow.

Rey backed against the far wall, chest heaving with every breath, eyes darting around the room for anything she might use as a weapon.

"Rey," Snoke sang to her.

"Rey." His fingers, pawing at the door.

"Do you think you can turn him, pathetic child?"

She closed her eyes, not daring to move.

"I cannot be betrayed." His voice coiled around her. "I cannot be beaten. I know his mind. I know the darkness in his soul."

Those words, like poison, how long had he been destroying him, ripping away his humanity, turning him into a weapon for Snoke's own causes?

She hated him. Hated Snoke more than she had ever hated any man.

And she was not scared of him.

She came closer to the door, head raised, shoulders back.

"You underestimate Ben Solo," she said firmly. "And me."

He chuckled, cruel and callous. Rey fought the urge to open it, to face him herself. Skywalker had taught her well. She knew her own strength and Snoke was alone.

"The sad thing is Rey, you don't even know the half of it. What he's already done to you." Lies. He was lying to her. He had to be. "What he's doing tonight."

She covered her ears, not wanting to hear.

"He's a murderer, Rey."

"You're a liar."

"You will see, when he comes home dripping in blood, wanting to fuck you like the whore you are," he laughed. "You will see."

Once he was alone, Kylo vomited into the kitchen sink, the sting of vodka burning his throat. Hands shaking, he looked back at Lor, laying on the floor, body relaxed, jaw open, staring at him.

He wanted this.

Murderer, his mind whispered, and an unsettling cold seeped through him.

He begged you to do it.

Kylo took another drink of vodka, heat rising in his lungs as it went down.

He was so sorry. So fucking sorry for all of it. He dropped to his knees, breath heaving, ignoring the way the blood pooled around his legs, the way Lor just stared at him with an empty expression.

There was only one thing left to do now.

He pulled out his phone number and dialled.

After a moment's pause, a muffled vibration began to sound from within the clock. He trudged over to it, rivulets of blood clinging to his boots, the reek of it clinging to his clothes. Opening the case cabinet, he reached inside and pulled Lor's phone out.

At least he had time to hide this.

He hung up the call and searched through the message threads until he found one from Poe. They were supposed to meet later tonight, in twenty minutes to be exact.

He had to leave. But first—

He typed a message.

The First Order has taken the USB drive. It had everything on it. Kylo Ren's here. Not much time. He knows about Rey, he's going after her. Tell her to run for her own good, she needs to get away from him.

His thumb hovered over the send button. He had to make her run. His plan had failed and she wasn't safe there, not without him. Not even with him.

She deserved better.

He hit send and almost instantly three little dots started dancing at the bottom of the screen, indicating that a message was being written in response.

Poe : What's happening? Are you okay?

He didn't reply, dropping the phone to the side and walking away.

"Hey, Kylo." Dom was standing in the hall.

Had he seen what he'd just done?

Their eyes met, analytical and silent.

"We should go."

Kylo nodded, directing one last look back at Lor.

"Stop at the bar on the way home. I need a drink."

"You and me both," Dom said, but there was something unsettled behind his smile and Kylo wondered if, despite everything he had done, this final act had blown his entire cover.

Rey waited with her feet planted on the floor as Snoke's laughter had followed him down the hall. Once she was sure he was truly gone she ran into the bathroom, splashing water on her neck and head, staring back at the colourless face in front of her. The face that was tired of hiding, of being scared. The face of someone who was ready to fight.

She retrieved her phone from beside the bed and dialled Poe's number.

The phone rang once.

"Poe Dameron."

"Poe, it's Rey."

"Oh my God, Rey, are you—"

"I don't have any time, my battery is down to 1 percent and I can't charge it here."

"Wait, Rey, this is important you need to listen to me—"

"No," she snapped. " You listen to me! They've gone after San Tekka."

"I know, I'm going there right away, but Rey—"

"I'll do it, Poe. I'll help you bring down Snoke," she said in a rush.

The phone went dead and she smiled, satisfied that if nothing else, she had gotten this message out safely.

The rain was falling in lashing sheets by the time Kylo returned to number 12. He collapsed out of the van, and would almost have fallen flat on his face, had Dom not steadied him at the last minute. The red lamp above splashed his face with red shadows as he pounded on the door.

"Kylo Ren." Phasma opened the door with a surly stare. "What's the emergency?"

He pushed past her and through to the booking diary, scanning the evening's vacancies.

"Do you mind?"

He grunted in response and she snapped the diary closed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Are any of the girls available now?"

Phasma looked disdainfully at the blood now smeared on her desk. She pulled a cloth from under the desk and cleaned it up, glaring at him as she did so. "Don't get fucking blood on the desk. It's bad for business."

"Did you hear what I said?"

Phasma raised a solitary eyebrow at him. "You're pissed."

"No shit, Sherlock. A girl. Tessa. I don't care. Any one of them. Someone who knows the rules."

"Sure," she said slowly, as if the concept was too difficult for him to understand. "Are you looking to double up?"

Kylo's entire face furrowed. "No, I just need one."

"Well, go and fuck Rey, then. That's what you're paying her for."

"Rey?" he asked. She shouldn't be here. Poe would have warned her by now . "Rey's gone."

"What on earth have you taken, Kylo? She's upstairs, waiting for you."

Why was she still here? The question carried him up the stairs. Had she not gotten the message? He was going faster now, leaping up the steps in twos, using the railing to propel his body faster. And if she had, and she was still here, then what did that mean?

He pulled out the keys, dropping them on the floor until he found the right one and shakily put it in the lock. With his heart hammering in his chest, he sneaked in and closed it quietly, careful to lock it again.

The room was dark, apart from the soft glow of street lights shining in through the wide windows. She had left the curtains open, and as the light reflected through the glass he could make out her handprint smeared on the window.

A small puff of air leapt from his lungs, something between a laugh and a cry. He followed the path from the window to the bed, where there was a trail of clothes on the floor.

Kylo tilted his head to the side as he stared at Rey's dark hair flowing freely over the pillow, the white sheets framing the outlines of her body, curving over her waist and hips, stretching out over her left leg, the other peeking out from beneath the sheet, silken smooth. Bare.

There was a sensation of light in his chest, weightless and warm. He stepped forward and her right arm curled over the pillow, hugging it close to her, at the same time the sheet dropped exposing the side of her breast.

Naked.

She was naked.

Blood throbbed at his core and he came closer. This time, the floorboard creaked and she sat upright, clutching the sheet around her body and darting her eyes through the darkness.

"Kylo!" she hissed. "You scared the shit out of—"

He was standing in the streetlight, austere lines of it mixing veins of light and darkness across his body and she bent her knees up to her chest, shuffling back. The whites of her eyes wide and unnerving.

"You're-you're covered in blood."

He looked down at the burgundy stains on his clothes, damply sticking to the hard lines of his body.

"Why are you here?" he sneered, reaching behind his back and pulling out the gun. Without a care, he threw it to the ground and Rey jumped as it slid across the floorboards.

She gasped as it hit the wall. "What are you thinking?" She turned the bed lamp on and glared at him. Her face told him everything he needed to know, that and the tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

"Why do you have a gun?"

He walked away, ripping the clothes off his body like they were on fire. In the bathroom, he let the water wash over him, watching the way it was stained with bright pools of red. Crimson droplets ran down his body, catching on the hairs of his leg. His breaths became heavy, shaking and constrained, as his hands scratched violently through his hair. He couldn't stop shaking, even though the water was so hot that it scolded him, even though his chest was flaming with red lashes from the heat. All he could see was the rivers of blood, flooding around his feet, running eddies of swirling pink spirals.

Tears streamed down his face, silently, and he gasped for air. His mind was exploding, eruptions of pain and regret and hate, the emotions overcame everything else. He needed to explode, to pound it all away. To force the reality back into the locked vault, where he kept all the hateful and cruel things he had inflicted on others. But the door was opening and the demons were escaping. And there was only one way he knew to lock them away again.

He turned the shower off, grabbing a towel that hung on the wall and wiped his face and hair with it. All the while, he advanced on her. She must have seen it in his eyes, in the manner in which he stalked, quiet and purposeful, more like a hunter than a lover.

She edged back, shaking her head.

"You spoke to Poe tonight."

She refused to meet his eye, looking to the left and onto the door.

"And you're still here?"

"You practically locked me in here, remember?" she snapped.

"You were always a fighter," Kylo gave her a half-smile, but it was cold and empty. He reached the edge of the bed and kneeled up on it. "That's what I love most about you. You never take anything lying down."

The bed creaked with the weight of his body and his towel dropped. Rey's lips parted, and her eyes fleetingly dropped below his navel. Her face flushed at the sight, realising how much he must have wanted her.

The weight of her gaze made him jolt and grow, but when she met his gaze again, there was fear there.

She feared the monster, and well she should, for he was a murderer, a violent, black-hearted ghost.

He remembered the sound of his old name on her lips, how his heart flipped and jumped at the way it came so natural and right.

But it was all a lie.

"Turn the light off," he said quietly.

He had merely forgotten who he was.

"Do it," Kylo pressed her

She didn't move.

But tonight had made it all rush back to him.

Ben Solo was dead.

He reached his hand toward the light. The room plunged into darkness.

And Kylo Ren was the villain.

[ENDS]

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Other Notes:
Bad form on my part but I've done a late minute change to Snoke's name, from here on in, he is Alastair instead of Alexander, I didn't realise this was similar to another fic.
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