You feel your heart drop down to your stomach. You feel Mistalyn lay her hand gently on your arm.
"We should go..." you murmur, looking at the First Order officials that surround the menacing supreme leader.
"Why is he here??" Mistalyn hisses, slowly retreating with you before you both turn and walk briskly away, hoping to clear a lot of space between the threatening guests.
"You. Come here." Calls a voice from behind you.
Your breath hitches in your throat, and you turn around to see the two First Order officials standing a few yards from you and Mystalin. You both remain silent until the one with the orange hair points to Mistalyn and repeats himself. Your eyebrows raise. You were sure that you were the one they would need to talk to. Why did they need her? Apparently, your fiery friend had the same thought process. She crossed her arms and in a calm tone, asked, "why do you need me? I am the escort of an extremely important individual, and cannot leave her unattended." The orange haired man remains expressionless. "The Supreme Leader has requested to speak with you. And I suggest you do not keep him waiting." He sneers. You glance over to see the infamous commander standing tall, staring down at you from the other side of the room. You then glance at Mistalyn. You two share an anxious look before you nod. She sets her jaw and cautiously approaches the towering figure across the room. A million questions swarm your mind as you examine the ballroom. The crowd is thinning now, and there are only a few dozen people left. That's odd, you think to yourself. Usually guests will stay late into the night. Then, you come to the realization that it is the First Orders presence in the room that caused the paranoid guests to leave so suddenly. Anger begins to boil your blood. You are sick and tired of the first order ruling the galaxy out of fear. No one should ever be controlled like that. You ball your fists, and turn back to look at Mistalyn. The look on her face is almost enough to make you march over there and punch the supreme leader right in the gut. She looks absolutely terrified. Shaking her head, placing her fingers on her temples, and talking very very fast. The supreme leader is motionless. You are too far to hear what he is saying, and his mask covers any clue to his expression. You begin to slowly creep toward them, hoping to catch what they are saying. You can make out the words "absolutely not" and "compromise" from Mistalyn, but the supreme leaders voice is too muffled by his thick helmet for you to hear anything that he replies. Just then, Mistalyns face turns pale. Panic rises in your chest as you quickly cross the room toward her, ready to defend her, protect her, anything she needs. You stop in your tracks when Kylo Ren points his gloved finger at you. You barley have time to process the action before you hear Mistalyn scream,
"RUN!"
In a flash, the dark figure and his entourage speed toward you. Heavy boots clearing the space between you on the ballroom floor. Your adrenaline kickstarts your legs as you pick up your skirts, kick off your shoes, and sprint in the other direction. The few guests that are left cry out in confusion and fear. You focus your eyes ahead, running faster and faster. If you could just make it to the main entrance-
You freeze. Your body, your breath, your whole world. Completely frozen. You try to blink. It is impossible. You try to move your feet, your arms, even your fingers. No response from your limbs. Your body is completely locked by an invisible force, the pressure pounding like your heartbeat, pulsing through your head. Suddenly, long, muffled breaths are right next to your ear, sending goosebumps down your frozen body. Out of your peripheral vision, you see a gloved hand suspended, holding you there. You break into a cold sweat as the tall, dark, supreme leader steps in front of you: and although you cannot see his face, you can feel his eyes searing into you. His voice is quiet and low, but commanding when he says,
"Prepare my ship for departure. I have what I want." He snaps his leather encased fingers, you feel the whole world ripple, you hear Mistalyn scream your name, and the last thing you feel is yourself falling into large, strong arms before the world turns black.
