Hey guys, so this chapter is taking place from Kylo Ren's viewpoint, up until he ends up fighting with Rey at the end of the previous chapter. Just to kind of get into his view point while I tinker with some story ideas and what not. I kind of backed myself into a corner with some of the plotting and now I'm just trying to work out the story without having to edit anything.
I hope you guys enjoy.
Kylo Ren shut his eyes, sending his heightened sense out onto the planet his ship was approaching. Being as powerful as he was, it was never truly difficult locating his query. If he truly concentrated hard enough, he could seek Rey out in a matter of minutes, as attuned to her as he was. He inhaled, almost as if he could smell the desperation and fear that clung to those he hunted, ever sure that they were fleeing in terror from him. Which they were. Didn't everyone flee from his presence?
The scavenger was fleeing for her safety, the safety of her supposed lover and for the unborn child she carried in her womb. She had been foolishly attempting to outrun him for the past three months, only accomplishing in irritating him further. Did she truly think herself so far out of his reach she was incapable of being found? Foolish.
He would find her anywhere, especially now.
Thinking back on their encounter only a few precious minutes ago, Kylo felt his dick harden yet again. He had almost forgotten how explosive he felt whenever he was around her, especially when it became physical. It was as if everything inside of her called to everything inside of him, including the parts he kept beaten down and hidden from others, including himself. Her influence, even after their brief encounter, was all consuming. Intoxicating. How had he forgotten how she could make him feel? Even in her bleakness, she drew him out like a moth to a flame, made him question what was right, what was wrong.
Had he forgotten that whatever the Supreme Leader dictated to him was the right path? He had been weak and he had succumbed to her wiles, just as the Supreme Leader had warned him against.
He had also forgotten how nice Rey smelled, almost like the forest after a rain storm. Fresh and pure and of the earth. Or how soft her skin was, how enchanting her eyes were. Even out of her head, she was still completely submerged into his, which was odd, considering the lengths Snoke had gone through to see to it that wouldn't happen again.
Kylo Ren shook the thoughts from his head, slamming his open palm into the side of his helmet as if he could literally pop the thoughts of Rey from his mind. He didn't want to think about how much he missed the scavenger... Or the idea of missing her. She was nothing more than a whore, one who at the first opportunity had nestled someone else's babe in her womb. Someone else's.
The thought was enough to make Kylo's sanity slip further and further away and yet... He had felt the child. He had cradled its essence along his palm while his hand had been pressed against Rey's belly. There had been such a wash of peace that flowed into his soul, covering the hatred and self loathing like a favorite blanket. It had taken him by such surprise. Had it been so long since he felt even a shred of peace?
You felt peace when you were truly with Rey. When you let her in. A small voice inside his mind whispered. The voice seemed to float translucently about in his head, almost as if it was afraid to be there. Afraid of being noticed. It crept closer and closer to his conscious as he thought more about the fetus in her womb.
It had felt surreal to realize she was with child, which could be explained by the dream itself, but there was so much more that Kylo Ren had felt. Connected was a good word to use as he cradled that precious life in his hand. He was even certain it was his almost as soon as their life forces merged. He felt such a surge of pride and joy, it was almost as if he knew instantly the child growing inside of her was his. How strong his child was. Their child.
It almost made Kylo Ren feel pathetic to be chasing her across several galaxies in order to bring her back with him. All because he believed she had been sleeping with someone else. All because the Supreme Leader had led him to believe a falsehood.
Why would he do that?
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'He's using you, Ben! He's only ever been after your power. Come home, your mother misses you.'
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Kylo winced at his father's voice, ringing loud and clear into his thoughts. It shouldn't have been shocking, as Han Solo often appeared before Kylo Ren in some form or another, ever since he had cut him down.
Had his father been right? Was he being played?
No. The Supreme Leader wants her to die. I didn't hunt her down because of spite or because the Supreme Leader is using me. It was an order and one I relish. The Supreme Leader is wise. He is wise, he is wise.
Although at that moment, the Supreme Leader didn't seem as wise as Kylo Ren had perceived only a few short hours ago. His intentions felt vague, unsure. Why exactly was he hunting her down across several planets?
Almost as soon as he began to question his motives and those of his leader, Kylo Ren felt a sharp pain in his skull, almost as if someone had clobbered him over the head with something metal. It was enough to render a hiss from his mouth, for his head to bow as his spine curved in agony.
Almost as soon as it appeared, it vanished almost as if the pain had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
"We are approaching the ships coordinates, sir." One of the pilots aboard Kylo Ren's vessel called over the intercom system, crackling once before cutting off and leaving him once again with his tremulous thoughts.
Kylo Ren straightened his body, fidgeting with his belt in case it had gotten out of place during the voyage.
It was time to claim what was his.
The ship landed with ease and Kylo Ren could feel them. He could feel all of them, even the traitor FN2187. The last Kylo Ren had seen of him, he was lying on his stomach, a lightsaber wound splitting open his back as his blood dripped into the snow. He also felt Chewbacca, which made since as the Falcon was only a few hundred feet in front of him. He could also feel Luke Skywalker, although he was in a different direction than the Falcon, which was interesting.
Knowing a confrontation between his uncle and former master was only a matter of time, Kylo Ren grabbed his lightsaber, exiting the ship from the ramp that had lowered only seconds before. He heard the footsteps of several stormtroopers as they descended after him, marching in unison as they followed his lead.
Spotting the Millennium Falcon off a short distance, Kylo Ren made his way over to the vessel, almost eager to get the upcoming confrontation over with, which seemed so out of character. Generally he enjoyed a great sparring match, anything to prove himself a master. Now, he wanted to grab Rey and flee with her and their child. Where would he even take her?
Back to Snoke? To another First Order base? What kind of life would that be for someone of the light? Did he care?
Almost to his destination, Kylo Ren was unsurprised when he felt himself pushed forward slightly as the Stormtroopers assisting him flew in various directions, falling into pathetic immobile heaps on the floor.
Were they really so ill prepared none of them had evaded a Force attack? Sparing a glance on either side of him, Kylo surmised that yes, the stormtroopers were obviously pathetic.
Of course Hux was all about his useless stormtrooper program, but clones would have been more suited to Kylo's liking.
Wasting not another moment, Kylo Ren ignited his lightsaber and watched as Luke Skywalker came from the shadow of the nearby forest, going to place himself in front of the Falcon and Rey, who Kylo could feel aboard.
"You should leave," Luke Skywalker stated simply, hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. Kylo Ren tilted his head at his uncle, feeling all the emotions Luke Skywalker was fighting within himself. He almost smirked at the indecision the Jedi Knight was feeling, but it would have been pointless as the mask hid his expressions.
"Is that what I should be doing? You're old and fickle, unsure of what even you want. And you think to dictate to me my own actions?" Kylo Ren flicked his wrist, letting his lightsaber move gracefully around him as he swung.
"You can't have Rey. There is nothing for you here." Skywalker reiterated before igniting his own lightsaber and shaking his head sadly. "I once had such high hopes for you, but now all I have is sorrow." Pain reflected in his uncle's eyes, the sight making Kylo Ren cringe in irritation. Couldn't his meddling uncle butt out of his life?
"I will have whatever or whoever I wish. And you're wrong. I've felt what is in that ship. I know what's waiting for me. I will not let you or anyone else stand in the way of what I want and if I have to kill the last Jedi, so be it." And with that, Kylo Ren threw his body forward, lightsaber up and at the ready, poised to deflect whatever Skywalker threw his way.
It seemed as if they battled for hours, for their wills were nearly evenly matched, their skills so similar it was hard to find the upper hand.
At one point, Kylo Ren lost his balance, arms swinging madly about himself to correct the error. In his haste to find balance, he left himself wide open to attack, for the perfect opportunity to be slain by his relative. Only Luke Skywalker hesitated, redirecting his lightsaber to strike Kylo's thigh instead of his chest. Stumbling back, Kylo Ren inspected the wound before parrying again, this time with enough anger to fuel his thrusts, enough power to knock his uncle to the ground. He lay prone several feet away from Kylo.
He didn't get up and he didn't move.
Smirking to himself, Kylo Ren began to approach his uncle, his intent easy to read. Only, the closer he got, the more he began to picture what had happened with his father. How he had felt to look upon the face of the man who raised him, to truly see him before snuffing out his father's light forever. The pain, that swift brutal agony that had plagued him ever since he had done the deed filtered up through the cracks in his resolve, bathing him in indecision.
Could he do it?
Could he take another life? Someone else from his family tree? Someone else Rey valued and loved? Was he truly that much of a monster?
Barely able to lift his lightsaber in the air, Kylo Ren felt as if his arm was holding a 400 pound rock, barely able to support the weapon in his hand. Wave after wave of indecision assaulted him, tormented him. It seemed to go on for days, yet barely an instant went by as he began to bring down the blade, deciding against his nature and to spare the life of the last true Jedi.
Only on the downswing his blade connected with a purple blade, the noise of their lightsabers clashing was enough to pierce the shell of his helmet, making his ears ring.
He looked down into the face of the warrior who thought to overthrow him, not surprised to see Rey standing before him, a sinister expression on her face that didn't seem the match the Rey he knew. The woman he lusted over since the moment he saw her was hiding, buried underneath something dark. Kylo Ren could not have predicted this outcome, feeling the darkside washing over her like a strong tide that was pulling her under, crushing the very light inside that had captivated him from the beginning with its purity.
Kylo Ren was finally getting what he had wanted for almost a year. Rey, becoming one with the dark side.
Yet he felt conflicted.