Captain Rex x Reader

4. Chapter

He shot me a hard glare, but remained silent. After some time I spoke up. „What is your name?" It was a stupid question but I didn't want to continue calling him 'the guy', so it seemed like the best way to start off. He looked at me for a little while, as if to ponder whether or not he should answer me before he started speaking. 

„My name is not of interest for you, but who might you be?" He said, looking me up and down questioning himself if he's ever seen me before. I was overly annoyed with his answer but I answered him anyways. „Your name is of great importance for me, so that I finally get to know the name of the moron who killed my master right in front of my eyes!" I snapped at him, my tone was harsher than I wanted it to be but at the moment I couldn't care less. I felt tears filling my eyes and clouding my vision. 

'The guy' jumped at my sudden outburst and looked surprised but it was immediately replaced with a smug grin, that I wanted to punch off his face more than anything else at the moment. Before my emotions could get the best of me again, I inhaled sharply, held my breath, closed my eyes, counted to ten and exhaled again. That is what I would always do when I had a nightmare of my masters murder, which happened quite often, to calm down and get my mind in order again.

After I opened my eyes, I started speaking again but this time with a calmer tone. „I'm gonna repeat my question and this time your gonna answer it. What.Is.Your.Name?" Even though I spoke calmly, he could sense the threat going off my aura. A moment later he opened his mouth and began speaking.

„My name is Basta, I hate to disappoint you but I don't remember to have ever met you, let alone kill the person you refer to as master. That means he was probably one of many unimportant people that I couldn't care less about." He still had this smug grin plastered on his face and I could've sworn that it grew even bigger, because he knew exactly what he did to me. 

I couldn't believe what he just said. Bastard would be a much better fit as a name for him. 

This time I couldn't control my emotions and just rushed out of his cell before he sees my breaking down. I ran as fast as I could to my room and didn't bother apologizing to the people I bumped into on my way there. Some people yelled after me but I just kept running. When I got to my room, I hastily closed the door and let my rage take over. I used the force to throw things such as a little desk and chair in the corner of the room. I grabbed onto the little desk with the force and smashed it against the wall as hard as possible, it broke into hundreds of splinters. A few of the splinters flew right towards me, I didn't bother trying to avoid them and just let them cut open my skin. I now had two scratches on either arm and one scratch on my left cheek, all of them started bleeding only seconds later.

My anger hadn't died down in the slightest by now so I focused the force on the chair, lifted it up and threw it against the closed door behind me with all the strength I had. I didn't expect it to fly right back at me though. My eyes widened slightly at the moment I realized what was gonna happen, but it was too late to prevent it from happening, at least that's what I told myself. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, I watched as the chair hit me in the stomach and sent me flying back a couple of meters, where I collided with the floor. My rage and anger had now changed into grief and sadness. I couldn't find it in me to get myself to stand up, instead I just curled up on the floor and started crying, the tears that I had held back for so long now streaming down my face onto the ground. Some of the tears mixed with the blood that was still coming from the wound on my left cheek, that's why there was quite a big red spot on the floor.

I hadn't known that the noise of the desk and the chair being thrown around  was loud enough to be heard in the hallway, I really should've figured that though, so I was very surprised when the door was suddenly torn open. I didn't have enough energy to move though, so I just laid there, continued crying and didn't even look up to see who had come into my room.

„Y/N?!!" The person whom I recognized to be Anakin from his voice yelled the moment he stepped further into the room. It seemed like he hadn't seen me yet and is searching for me, probably because the torn apart chair is blocking me from most of his vision. 

„Oh my god y/n what the hell happened here? Is there an attacker somewhere in here?" I heard him igniting his lightsaber, his voice was filled with worry and even though I was facing away from him I could imagine his widened eyes and worry filled face just in front of my eyes. I still didn't budge though. The sobs were caught up in my throat and I cried silently, without so much as a little sound leaving my body. 

Anakin rushed over to me in a flash and was now kneeling in front of me his lightsaber wasn't ignited anymore, instead it was dangling down from his belt.

He waited patiently for me to speak up and tell him what's going on. I didn't trust my voice enough to speak, I signaled him with my hands instead that he should read my mind. Anakin nodded in understanding and I started to replay my memories from my conversation with Basta up until now. 

Anakin looked me sad in the eyes before he picked me up in his arms and carried me over to my bed, where he laid me down. I clung onto him like my life depended on it and started crying all over again. The sobs now able to leave my throat. He hugged me back and drew soothing circles on my crest. After some time, I cried all the tears I had and calmed down a little bit. 

I felt the rest of my energy being used up and I fell asleep in Anakin's arms. 

Little did I know that someone was watching us...