Take me through the Night

Fall into the Darkside

We don't Need the light

We'll Live on the darkside

When the guns had been taken down and the fighters swarmed with only other flying Resistance crafts to target, another motion of his hands had Troopers swarming in. Some of the back-up fighters came to assist in taking down those pesky Resistance flyers. Soon, there would be none left.

Kylo wondered where the pilot had gone off to. Had he jumped into a ship of his own after dragging his Rey back inside? Was he up in the air? Or would there be an opportunity where Kylo could kill the arrogant man himself? He hoped for the latter.

The first Troopers marched past him in tight formation. He followed in their midst, curious to see what the Resistance had in store for them. He figured there would be few of them left. So outnumbered, it was a wonder they didn't simply surrender. Oh well, good practice for his troops.

He laughed an almost maniacal laugh as the Resistance swarmed out of their base with what he assumed was supposed to be war-cries. He ran forward, turning and twirling, covering himself in blood and gore.

"The traitor is mine!" he yelled.

Kylo knew his order would be transferred through the Trooper's comlink. They'd soon all know. That Rey was off limits had been one of the first commands he'd given. They all knew what the result would be if any managed to disobey.

A laser bolt was shot at his head and he gleefully directed it back to its source. The man screamed as it cut off his arm. Why make it a quick death? Hearing them scream was so much more fulfilling.

His attention was diverted when he heard a very familiar voice shouting encouragements while fighting. He looked up to find Rey, and then the traitor not far from her. It was obvious the defector was trying to protect her. Kylo snorted. His Rey didn't need protecting, and certainly not from such a pathetic excuse of a man.

Grinning, he advanced.

"Finn, watch out!"

Rey ran towards them as Finn jumped away at Rey's shout.

"Hold her back!" Kylo shouted at a couple of Troopers. They immediately followed his orders, engaging Rey without actually fighting her. Kylo's grin grew wider; she would have plenty of opportunity to see how he dealt with traitors.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, Kylo deflected a poorly aimed attack by the lowlife that had been a thorn in his side ever since he defected. Contemplating the man, Kylo wondered how best to put him down. He wouldn't make it easy; no, this one had to hurt, badly.

Laughing, he singed the man's left shoulder, then his knee, then his thigh. One by one, he placed burning wounds all over him. He wasn't much of an opponent; it was such fun to play cat and mouse with him.

Kylo loved how the blood rushed through his veins as the man panted and started to sway on his feet. Still, he didn't relent, didn't realise he was already defeated. How very amusing. Almost lazily, he reached out for the Force, wrapped it around one of the traitor's fingers, and pulled.

The snap could be heard even over the roar of the battle raging around them. For the first time, Kylo could see panic in the man's eyes. It pleased him. He glanced at Rey and saw her still fighting the Troopers around her. It seemed she had managed to kill a few. That pleased him too. She was formidable, and he wanted her; he wanted her with him.

The traitor tried to attack again. It was starting to bore Kylo. Cat and mouse was only entertaining for so long; he wanted his prize. Instead of breaking the man's fingers, with a shrug, Kylo broke the traitor's wrist, then lower arm, then upper arm, then the same on the other side.

Much to his delight, screams accompanied each little tug with the Force. Rey was calling out to the man, but Kylo paid her no heed. On the contrary, it was what she needed; it was all going perfect.

He stalked up to the man, who was splayed on the ground, still screaming. Kylo delved into his mind, keeping him conscious, keeping him aware of the pain his body was in. Tilting his head to watch the traitor's face, Kylo slowly dragged his saber through the man's right thigh. He sniggered as he repeated the action on the other leg.

The tortured man started bleeding from his nose and ears, the strain on his body obviously becoming too much for his brain as well. It was nothing to be concerned about; he would be dead soon anyway. Kylo went to stand over the man's torso, making sure he kicked the broken arms along the way.

"This," he said, "is what we do to traitors."

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, he pushed his saber through the traitor's chest.

Rey started screaming at the top of her lungs. He didn't like causing her this much pain, but really, she was loyal to the wrong people. She was his. Besides, she needed it; it would make things so much easier.

Kylo looked up to see her slash through the Troopers in front of her as if they were made of butter. He waved the remaining ones away; they were no longer needed.

"You monster! To think I ever thought there was still good left in you! You vile monster!"

She swung wildly at him and he easily blocked her.

"Yes," he murmured, almost purred. "A monster, unearthly, inhuman, free. A monster. Don't you hate me?" He laughed and dashed away from her, just out of her reach.