A/N: I have to say that there isn't much that's happening in this chapter, but it's only because I didn't feel like it was appropriate to throw in smut just yet. I promise you guys that it's gonna happen in the next chapter because angry sex really is the best sex. (andi'mtotaltrashsorryaboutit) Thank you guys for being patient and following my story! As always, reviews are gladly appreciated! Enjoy, xoxo.
She ran for as long as she could, her lungs feeling like flames in her chest. She felt the burning sensation of a branch slicing her arm open as she ran but she couldn't stop. What if Kylo Ren had followed her? She knew very well that she didn't stand a chance against him. Even if she had followed Luke's training, he was a Knight of Ren. He was a commander of the First Order, and this time, he wasn't injured. It took a few minutes before she found was she was looking for; an old symbol of the Jedi Order carved in the stone of a mountain. It led to the door she was told about; an old bunker built into the rocks. When she pulled the door open, she let out a relieved sigh. Quickly, she pulled it close and locked it from the inside, hands reaching into her bag to pull out a flashlight. Before lighting it, she inhaled deeply to calm herself, catching her breath a little. Then, she pressed the button and looked around. It wasn't much, but it would be more than enough for now. She found a few jugs of water and enough packs of dried fruit and nuts to last her a few days and against the farthest wall, a palm-made bed. Rey tossed her bag on it, sitting down and reaching to find the small first-aid kit she kept on herself at all times. After cleaning the wound, she wrapped a bandage around her arm and finally she could breathe.
She was by herself. She was safe.
The rain felt like thousands of minuscule, merciless jabs against his skin. Kylo stood there for a long moment, closing his eyes as he felt his hair sticking to his face. He had a hard time believing that he had just let her run off like that in the middle of the thick forest. He could still feel her signature in the Force, but as minutes passed, it grew weaker. The male started walking, following her presence and after walking for about a mile north, found himself hitting a wall. Literally. There was stone on his left and on his right, his fingers pressing against the cold rocky surface. He could feel her inside the mountain and that's when he realized. There was a bunker nearby. He'd heard stories about them, built into the ground and into the stone by Wookiees who hoped to survive extinction when Order 66 was activated. For a few minutes, he walked along the stone and found the door when he was hit by her signature. Knocking against it, he yelled over the thunderclap.
"Let me in, Rey."
He could hear her voice. It was muffled by the thickness of the metal, but he did.
"Why should I? You'll kill me."
"If I truly wanted to kill you, you would be dead already."
He had a point, and after a moment of waiting, he heard the loud clang of the door as she unlocked it and pushed it open. Kylo walked inside, dark eyes glancing at her hand. She was reaching for her lightsaber and with an annoyed sigh, he shook his head. "You can put that away," Kylo said, pulling his own saber from his belt and handing it to her carefully. "Take mine, if it makes you feel any better." Eyeing him carefully, Rey rose a brow. "You trust me with your light saber?" She asked him, her eyes not wavering. "You wouldn't be able to wield it, anyway." Kylo replied, his dark eyes on her for a long moment. "It only responds to me. Anyone else trying to use it would end up being injured. Or worse." He said, shrugging a shoulder dismissively. With this, Rey took his saber and walker over, putting it into her bag for safekeeping. She knew very well he didn't need a lightsaber to kill her, but part of her hoped that he wouldn't Force-choke her if she accidentally offended him. Kylo's dark eyes glanced at the bandaged wound on her arm- he knew about those, the branches were merciless when it came to scratching at human flesh. He'd learned his lesson quickly after his first arrival on the Wookiee planet and a few scars on his legs and arms were the proof of that. They weren't half as deep and painful as the scars she'd left on his body, but they were there. When she sat back down on the palm bed, he pulled his shirt off his body, wringing it a bit before hanging it on the corner of the shelf where there were dried fruits. He could feel her eyes on him and looked over, catching her glancing away.
"I wouldn't be as wet if you'd followed me the first time," he said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "I've been living here long enough to know when a storm is going to hit and yet you only refused because you thought I was going to kill you." He scoffed, almost snickering. "How naive of you to think that I'd need to lure you back to my own home to kill you."
"I wonder whoever gave me the idea that you wouldn't kill me. You don't exactly have the best track record." She replied, nearly glaring at him.
"Snoke gave me orders to kill you if necessary," Kylo replied, his tone even and calm.
"If it had been up to me, I would've taken you as my apprentice. But of course, you wouldn't have it that way." He continued, dark eyes scanning her features, stopping on her pink lips for a moment before looking away, almost offended by himself. "You are too drawn to the Light to be even slightly tempted by the Dark."
Kylo didn't even know why he was having this conversation with her. After all, he belonged to the Dark side and he knew damn well that she was too good for that. Leaning against the cold stone wall, he closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the loud rumbling of the thunder. He could feel her thoughts and realized she hadn't realized that everything that was going on through her head was hurled towards him. Huffing, Kylo glanced over at her, tilting his head.
"You believe you're not afraid of anything. That there's no anger. No emotion. Only peace." He said, mocking the Jedi Code. "But you are afraid and angry. You're angry because anyone you've ever loved is dead. Or has abandoned you."
"I'm not having this conversation with you," Rey spat, and he felt her thoughts leaving his head, as if she'd closed her mind to him. And even though she did, her presence still made him feel nauseous. He took a breath, sliding down to sit on the ground and crossed his legs. The night was going to be long, Kylo Ren realized as she pulled a blanket out of her bag and tossed it at him. "You're wet. You'll catch a chill," she said. He could still feel annoyance in her voice but it wasn't as bad as it had been. Sighing, he wrapped it around his shoulders. Of course, his ego was too big for him to thank her. When he looked over at her, she was laying down with her back towards him, using her bag as a pillow.
This was probably going to be one of the longest nights of his life.
