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Kylo Ren Imagine *Sympathy for the Devil*

"We need to make a plan of attack-" "-We have no idea what to expect from them. The First Order has kept their plans hidden extremely well." "We need to do something! We can't just sit by while they're plotting to take over!" General Organa raised her hand to stop the shouting, the room falling silent in moments. "What we need is a better understanding of the Base," She explained, "I propose that we somehow get an inside source; Someone needs to find out the inner workings of this new weapon." Poe Dameron stepped forward, looking stoic as he raised his head high. "I volunteer, General." Your eyes widened as the room burst into chaos once again at his bold proclamation. You practically leaped out of your seat, grabbing Poe by the arm. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm doing what is right for the good of the Rebellion." He answered, making your heart rise to your throat. You couldn't let him go to the base, especially after loosing someone to the monster who controlled it. "Poe-" "-(Y/n), I know what I'm doing." You shook your head, knowing what you had to do. "I volunteer." You spoke up, and the whole room fell silent at your sudden outburst. Your mouth became dry at the attention but you remained completely still, careful not to show any signs of weakness or fright. "General Organa, I volunteer to go to Starkiller Base." The General looked at you like you had suddenly grown three heads, scoffing at your request. "(Y/N), have you lost your mind? If you go to the First Order, your chances of survival are very slim-" "-With all due respect, General Organa, I firmly believe I should be the one to infiltrate the base," You argued, "Though it is for the good of the Rebellion, I have a personal connection with this mission and with the enemy in question." This seemed to spark Leia's interest, folding her arms across her chest. "What would that be?" You felt your throat tighten at the mere thought of what had happened long ago that caused your need for revenge, but you remained straight-faced and strong. "He killed someone very near and dear to me," You said spitefully, "And I would like to return the favor."
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You were finally allowed to rest after what seemed like hours of endless torment. It took every ounce of your self control not to cry out in agony; You had been beaten, bloodied, and bruised by the tyrannical members of the First Order so badly that you were hardly able to keep your eyes open. General Hux stood before you with a twisted smirk on his face, obviously pleased with his work. "Are you ready to talk?" You remained silent, feeling your hatred boiling up inside of you as he took another step closer. "Tell us where the base is and all of this pain will soon be over." You scowled at him, remaining silent. His expression changed almost immediately. "You rebel scum are the weeds of our new society," Hux sneered, grabbing a fistful of your hair and jerking your head back so you would look up at him, "And every weed must be pulled at some point or another." Mustering up any strength you had left you scowled at him. "Just like every pig must be taken to slaughter." He gritted his teeth, turning red at the words that just left your mouth. "I beg your pardon?" Using up the last of your energy you spit on him, causing his face to flare up with rage, his eyes wild like a madman's. "How DARE you!" He barked, making you yelp in pain as he slapped you as hard as he could muster. Everything either stung or ached, and now you could taste blood. The door slid open to reveal the towering masked figure of Kylo Ren, who entered the room with an air of importance. "Have we found the location of the base?" He took one look at you and paused, and you could feel your blood turn cold under his harsh gaze. "General Hux," The masked figure boomed, his eyes never leaving you, "Who gave you permission to subject this woman to this kind of pain?" Hux furrowed his brow in confusion, gulping. "You did, Sir-" "-I never authorized this, General." "You gave the order to interrogate the rebel and retrieve the location of the base, Sir, by any means necessary." Kylo Ren extended his hand towards Hux, who grabbed at his throat as his face slowly began to turn red. He began to gasp for air, his eyes wide with fear as he desperately tried to pry the invisible hands from his neck. "Get. Out." He released the general, who left the room in seconds. You were alone with the beast. You closed your eyes tightly as the thud of his boots approached, feeling him take your chin in his hand as he lifted your eyes to look at his mask. Your heart fell still. "We need something from you. Do you know what that something is?" You turned your head way from him, shaking your head. "You're not going to get any information out of me." He grabbed hold of your face and turned you to face him once again, his grip painfully tight. He was beginning to loose his patience. "I don't want to have to force you, but unless you cooperate you leave me no choice. Tell me where the Resistance is!" "I'd rather die." This made him pause for a moment before releasing your face, almost as if he was considering it. "Then you leave me no choice." He reached a hand out towards you and all the blood in your veins turned cold, every hair on your body standing on end as you struggled against the restraints. You could feel his cold fingers poking and prodding at your memories and your thoughts and you desperately struggled to hide the location of the base away in your mind. He was looking at everything. Nothing was private any longer, all of your thoughts were now his. "You've known great suffering," He mused softly, continuing to comb through your mind, "You feel loneliness. Emptiness; Your heart is a void too large to fill." Tears began to prick at your eyes but you refused to let them fall as he plunged deeper into your subconscious. "You're a glass house being pelted with stones, and yet you refuse to fully break. All the pain. The suffering. I have caused all of it." If this was another one of his manipulation tactics, you completely gave up. You struggled against the restraints, wanting to scream out for him to stop. "Get out of my head." You weakly pleaded, and in return he only plunged deeper into your thoughts as a burning pain seared through your veins. "You have known loss and walked hand in hand with grief. You've lost someone you loved." This seemed to make him pause, studying you as tears slowly began to trickle down your cheeks. "A one Ben Solo, was it?" Just the sound of his name was enough to send you spiraling in to darkness, an eruption of tears flowing from your eyes that you could not fight any longer. "I remember this Ben Solo," He spat his name like it was poison, his voice turning spiteful, "He was weak and incompetent. He was a good for nothing coward like his father-" "-Don't you dare speak about him that way!" You choked out, finding your voice in the midst of your anger. "You find any sort of light in this world and you crush it! You terrorize and murder entire villages, you kill the weak and the innocent! You're a monster who is only satisfied when there is bloodshed! If anyone is a coward it's you! You hide behind that mask instead of showing people what you truly are: A hateful, despicable..." The moment he removed his helmet, all the breath escaped your body from shock. You had been expecting some terribly disfigured monster behind the mask, a horrid beast that stalks in the night, a boogeyman. What was before you was far more painful to see. He was a young man. He was a young man that you had once considered a friend long dead...You felt the earth begin to crumble beneath your feet, not knowing what to think or do. Every emotion seemed to rush inside of you at once, as if someone had finally opened the floodgates. Confusion, love, hurt, anger, disbelief, hatred....You felt them all; You were completely numb, and you hadn't even noticed that he had released your restraints. "Ben?" You whispered, heart breaking in your chest. His eyes flashed violently, grabbing your arm in an iron grip, "Don't call me that." You looked in his eyes, wincing in pain from his hold. "Why not? I've been calling you that since we were little, Ben." He snarled at the mention of his old name, a grimace falling upon his face. "That's not who I am anymore, (Y/N). I haven't been Ben Solo for a long time." "You betrayed your parents. You betrayed me, Ben. You broke everyone's trust and you led me to believe you were dead for so many years," Your voice broke, but you stood your ground, "I don't know what to believe anymore." He stood stoic before you, his eyes picking you apart. "Why have you done this to yourself?" This made him scoff. "I had to become this, (Y/N), to carry on my grandfather's legacy-!" "-No," You shook your head, "Why are you doing this?" "Why do you think you can challenge my destiny?" Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned towards you, his hand gently caressing your cheek while you winced at the touch out of fear. "You have no idea what I am capable of." This wasn't the same person you had known for so many years; Although you were seeing Ben, it was almost as if it was someone else possessing his body. "I've passed the point of no return, (Y/N). You can do nothing to turn me back to who I was." Shaking your head, you locked eyes with him. He wasn't making any sense...Stepping towards him you gently took his hand in yours, slowly sliding the glove off of his hand to reveal his own skin. Doing the same on the other hand, you felt his eyes focused on you in confusion, almost as if he didn't know what to do or think. "W-What are you...?" His voice trailed off as you brought his hand to yours, gently brushing your fingers along the rough, scarred skin of his palm. "These hands," You began softly, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart, "These are the hands that have caused much pain for many. These hands have spilled innocent blood and sent many to meet their maker." Your grip tightened on his large hands as he tried to pull them away, a lump forming in your throat. He looked away from you, his face knotted with disgust and despair. You fell silent as you gently brushed your fingers along the burns and scars of cuts that lined his palm and wrists, "However," You choked out hoarsely, "These hands have inflicted pain upon themselves in an attempt to make the hurt heal. These hands bear the weight of much suffering." You gently wrapped your fingers around his chin, bringing him to look at you. You felt your heart break inside of you at the pitiful sight; His eyes were glassy with tears and his nose bright red as he sniffled, biting his lower lip to keep it from trembling. He was nothing more than a scared, hurt little boy...his eyes searched your face, shaking his head. "Why do you choose to torment me this way?" He asked, voice breaking. Tears pricked at your eyes and you took his face in your hand, his eyes closing as he eagerly leaned in to your touch."These hands belonged to a young boy that I loved very much," You choked out, knowing you could not fight back your tears any longer, "And I refuse to believe that he no longer exists within you." He pulled you to him suddenly, his body pressed tightly against yours while his trembling hands held you tight. He was shaking...trembling. It was as if all hell had broken loose inside of him."I'm being torn apart, (Y/N)..." He whispered in to your hair, his fingertips digging in to your back. "I have no choice anymore. I know what I have to do, but..." He buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling his tears against your skin. "I don't think that I can." He was close to squeezing all of the life out of you, choking out a sob. "Ben, come home. Talk to me, talk to your mother..." He shook his head at your suggestion, holding you at arms length. "She doesn't want to see me, (Y/N). I can't go back there-" "-That isn't true, Ben. We want you back so badly..." He seemed like he was considering your words, his expression unreadable. "Get out of here," He instructed softly, "Leave the Rebellion, it's the only way I can guarantee your safety." "What?" You exclaimed, "I can't just leave the Rebellion-" "-I need to make certain that you'll be alright, (Y/N). I...I need you to make it out of this alive." You grabbed hold of his hand tightly, shaking your head defiantly. "No," You said firmly, "No, I will not run and hide-" "-It's too dangerous for you, (Y/N). I don't want anything to hurt you. I...I don't want to hurt you." "I will fight with everything I've got, Ben. I will keep fighting until you come home where you belong."