Hunted

Chapter 7: Rescue

TW/CW- violence, implied violence, implied assault, kidnapping, suicidal discussion

The ringing in your ears was the first thing you noticed as you began to regain consciousness. The floor beneath you was cold and gritty, probably made of stone. As you tried to sit up, you felt your hands bound to the floor, hearing a slight clanking of metal as you shifted and feeling the cold sting of chains around your wrists. Your vision was still coming into focus but you noticed two figures towering over you.

"Welcome back." One of them said. You thought you recognized the voice. The man from earlier.

You remained silent as you took in your surroundings. A barren, stone room with only a small drain in the center and the anchor that kept you shackled.

"For the blood, you see." The man said as he noticed you looking at the drain.

You snapped your head up at him, vision finally sharpening. "Did she leave with my ship?" You asked,

"Funny enough, she didn't want the ship we offered her. She wanted yours. I guess she wasn't much of a natural pilot but someone had taught her all about your ship."

You laughed to yourself. This is what you get for letting your guard down.

"You have taken some of my best men down, you know that?" He said as he kneeled down to your eye level. "I expected much, much more."

He pulled a blade out from his waistband. It was almost as long as his forearm. You sighed deeply and got up on all fours. You did not intend to fight. You were done, there was no way out. You weren't sure if Em had known you would be killed, you also weren't sure if she even cared. Do I even care? You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable. You knew it would hurt. You'd been stabbed before, in scuffles with a target and even once in a cantina fight but they were sloppy and you were quick. This would be different. He seemed keen on getting revenge, so you ran through all the slow, tortuous ways he would use his blade to end your life. As you squeezed your eyes shut and gritted your teeth, you heard a noise. A cracking hum. Blasters. Running. You flipped your head towards the cell door but could not see anything through the small window that adorned the top of it. The man leapt to his feet and switched his blade out for a blaster. He slowly pulled the door of the cell open, leading with his weapon. Just as he did, a red glow filled the corners of the room. A blaster shot went off but you could not see where it had landed. You crawled as far to a corner of the room as you could reach, to try to achieve some sort of cover and get a better vantage point on the situation. As soon as you were able to scan the room, you saw the man on bended knee, begging for his life. A lightsaber. The Commander. In one fell swoop, Kylo Ren's lightsaber ended the man's life. He stood for a moment, gazing down at the lifeless body of your would-be-murderer.

"Can you walk?" His modulated voice shattered the silence.

"Yes. I think. But the chains are too short for me to stand up." You replied.

Ren stomped over towards you, lightsaber still brandished. "Extend your arms and pull them apart." He commanded.

You obeyed and in a quick wave of heat, your hands were freed. You stood up, realizing you had not only been knocked out but also dosed. You knew the feeling. Your vision blurred and your knees buckled. Before you landed on the hard, stone floor, you felt your momentum halted. Kylo Ren's arm was holding you up by the stomach. Without thinking twice, you held on to his arm and began walking with his help. He was not rushing and guided you mindfully through winding halls. Bodies were littered around every hallway and room you could see.