Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

two; late night memories

You look at the stone clock embedded into the wall above the metallic sliding doors. It's two in the morning. You still can't sleep. You shiver in your bed sheets, and look up at the ceiling. You rack your brains to try to think of a time when you could sleep easily. Was there ever a time when you might have considered your bed to be comfortable? When your mother covered you up with two, or maybe even three, blankets? Tears prick your eyes as you silently curse yourself for thinking about her. Your mother. You must have had a mother. She must have loved you very much, and even though you had no idea who she was, you knew she would never have given you up without a proper fight. Knew she must have protected you until the second she drew her final breath. You were taken away from your family at a young age. Twelve or thirteen, you could never remember. Too young either way. Memory erased as soon as you had set foot inside the First Order's Star Destroyer.

Initially, that is how you were supposed to serve the First Order. A stormtrooper.

Until one day, a couple or so months ago. Captain Phasma had been training you along with two other guys. You three together were supposedly the strongest of your age. One of them, FN-1562, was questioning her methods. She asked him to leave training and report to Reconditioning immediately. He had refused, and muttered, "Make me." So she did. She pointed her blaster at him, and fired.

But the blaster's plasma blast never reached his chest.

It remained suspended in mid-air between Phasma's blaster and FN-1562. His panic-stricken face showed he had no idea what had just happened. Phasma's expert eyes recognised that this was the work of the Force. Knowing no-one in the room could have used the Force to stop the bullet, she turned towards the door, confused, only to find Kylo standing there, his hood over his metal helmet. "Sir," she started.

But Kylo wasn't looking at her. Phasma followed his gaze, her eyes finally landing on you. Your left arm out, your fingers extended, shaking. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. You had no idea you could do this, but the second your fellow trooper's life was threatened, you had acted out of pure instinct.

Kylo started walking towards you, and it frightened you. You felt your mind go weak for a second, your mental grip on the bullet loosened. The bullet shot forward, penetrating the wall in front of it. Kylo was still making his way towards you, and he was scaring you. You had never seen him in person before, knew nothing about him except that he was the one to be most feared and always obeyed. It was true what the older stormtroopers whispered at night in the sleeping chambers. The helmet was menacing. It resembled Darth Vader's, and that was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine.

"I didn't know we had another Force-user aboard this ship." His voice was deep, and it sounded robotic. However, he didn't sound angry. But this didn't calm you down, you couldn't even breathe with him standing there. You couldn't read his facial expression in that helmet. You didn't know what he looked like, how old he was, whether or not he was horribly disfigured. The not-knowing was killing you.

"I-I'm not- I'm not a Force-user," you stammered.

"You're Force-sensitive. Untrained, surely. But you're stronger than you know," he continued, and extended his right arm, his gloved fingers inches away from your forehead. It felt as if though your brain had suddenly turned into a book, and he was rapidly flipping through all the pages. "You have an immense amount of potential. Being a stormtrooper is a waste of time for you. Come with me." He turned and started walking away, but somehow, you could still feel his hold on you. "Now, LN-1311," he called out as he walked out the door. You had hurriedly rushed after him.

Back in his Division, a dark room that resembled a control room, Kylo sat you down and was studying your face behind his dark helmet. "How old are you?"

"Not entirely sure," you whispered. "Seventeen or eighteen."

"How old were you when you joined the First Order?"

Joined. Please. I never asked to be a part of this. You would never have let yourself think so freely had you realised he had been reading your mind to watch out for any lies you might tell him. But you didn't know he was capable of doing that.

And he was reading your mind.

"Twelve, thirteen. Some-Something like that."

Kylo frowned behind his mask. Knowing you had been under the First Order's watch for five years and no-one finding out you were Force-sensitive angered him. Five years of wasted time.

While he was thinking this, you were panicking. You were sure that he was trying to come up with a way to kill you.

"Have I done something wrong? I promise I'll never use the For- the whatever it was that happened back there again. I swear, Sir, d-do I call you Sir? You have my word." You felt sweat begin to form on your temple.

This time, Kylo smiled, knowing the mask would conceal it. "You haven't done anything wrong. You'd be doing something wrong if you choose to never use the Force again." He stood up. "It's time you got rid of that stormtrooper uniform."

Oh God, is he going to ask me to undress here?!

Kylo stifled a laugh. He was enjoying the fact you didn't know he was reading your mind. "LN-1311, I'm taking you on as my apprentice. You have no choice, I'm afraid. I will teach you how to use the Force properly."

You nodded frantically, terrified of refusing his order.

I hope he doesn't keep that stupid helmet on the entire time, though.

He sat back down, and after looking at you for a painfully long moment, he had taken his helmet off. The front, the mask part that covers his mouth, snaps off, allowing him to lift the helmet easily over the top of his head.

You hadn't been expecting him to look the way he does. It caught you by surprise. In all honesty, it made your heart skip a beat. For starters, you weren't expecting him to be as young as he looked. He looked maybe twenty-three at the oldest. He had big, brown, sorrowful eyes and his skin was pale. His pink lips were plump and contrasted the paleness of his skin. But the hair, the hair was by far what took you most by surprise. Shoulder-length, black wavy locks that looked well taken care of. You wondered why on earth he chose to wear a helmet when he had hair like that.

His expression was hard. "You call me Kylo Ren. Not Sir. I want you to work up to being my equal." You nodded again. "And what is your name?"

"I don't know it- they erase our memories."

Kylo had nodded slightly, poking his tongue below his lower lip. "LN-1311. LN. Luna." He looked at you, and for a second it was like he had forgotten he had to act intimidating. "Do you like that name?" His eyes scanned your face.

"Yes Si- Kylo."

"Good. Get some rest. Training starts tomorrow."

And with that, he had put his helmet back on and exited the room, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts.