Defiance (Kylo Ren Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

A/n: I'm so glad you guys are liking the story so far. :) Here's another update because I like you, and your face. Also, I'm watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi while writing this teehee.

As I lay in my warm, empty bed, my mind drifts to his face. His face. Why did he have to be so beautiful? The man of death can not be beautiful, only ugly. Yet he was breathtaking, and it made my cheeks red. Why was I even thinking about Kylo? He clearly wants me for some unknown reason? And we all know that isn't because he wants to be friends. It's silly that I, the girl who loved hearing stories about Luke Skywalker and his friends as a kid, now face to face with the enemy himself. And I don't mind it.

You're awake, sleep silly girl. I look around, what is that voice? And why do I need to sleep?
You wouldn't understand, please rest. No, I don't want to sleep. I grab ahold of my blankets and push them aside. You will lay back down and sleep as soon as you do. And within seconds I found myself enveloped in sleep.

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The darkness of the room shocked me once again, but instead of waking up to an empty room, I saw Kylo standing by the window. He was looking deep into space, and had a stern look on his face. I was yearning to know what he was thinking about. I watch as he turn his head to the ground, looking at his feet, "Good evening," he mumbled. Luckily he wasn't wearing his helmet, and it made him feel more real.

"Hi," I manage to mangle out, my throat burning in the process. He looks over to the table and I notice a glass of water sitting beside me. I quickly grab it, the condensation cooling my hand. I lift the drink up and take a sip. My mouth gets wet, and I clear my throat.

"Better?" He asks, still not looking at me. I set the glass down and stand up, wrapping my arms around my waist. I stand beside him and look out the window as well. Except this time I don't notice the darkness of the sky, or the shining stars, or nearby planets. I see myself, I look rough. My deep red hair in tangles and frizzy. Beside me was this handsome, yet dangerous man. So many people have been want to kill him, and destroy his entire life. I look foolish and naive next to his towering and powerful frame. Before I could take in more of the both of us I see him looking down at me. Yet his eyes were not open, they were closed.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, my throat still dry.

He doesn't say anything, just stands there, thinking.

"Kylo?" I ask, "Something wrong?" He tilts his head and opens his eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. The puzzling thing was that his eyes did not scream terror, they scream desperation. In one swift movement, he pushes me against the cold glass window and places his hands on my waist. He never broke eye contact. I tense up as his eyes trail down to my lips, then back to my eyes.

"W-what are you doing?" I stutter. Instantly he drops his hands and backs away.

"Nothing," he mutters harshly, "it was dumb for me to come here."

"Kylo," I whisper, "I don't understand."

He laughs, "Of course you don't. You're so vulnerable, and I'm taking advantage of your innocence." I squint my eyes and look away.

"Something, something about you, is so intriguing. And I can't quite figure out what." He mumbles lowly.

"Nothing is intriguing about me. I don't even know why I'm here. I haven't done anything wrong. I know nothing about my parents. You don't need me for anything. I'm simply an nuisance to keep around." I sigh.

He closes his eyes again, "Don't say that."

"What? It's true!"

His fists tighten and he speaks again, "You're important. I can feel it."

I look around completely lost.

He chuckles more, "You're so stupid." 

I frown and sit down in the chair beside me.

"I didn't mean it in the way you think. I mean you're oblivious." He smiled, a breathtaking smile.

Who knew someone so dangerous could be so mysterious and interesting?

I watch as he looks back down to his feet, his smile never leaving his face. What? I didn't say anything? And he begins to chuckle again.

"You know, being a leader of darkness, loving is forbidden," he spoke, his smile vanishing, "We don't have time for family, friends, or any relationship for that matter. It makes you weak."

"Not everything makes you weak," I speak up.

He looks down at me, taking in my expression of seriousness, "You're wrong, girl. If you step out of line you're weak. And slowly will tear you apart. You must not allow your feelings to take advantage of you. They'll swallow you whole, dragging you into an endless pool of problems, killing you softly and slowly."

I bite my lip and decide not to speak against him.

"I have broken several rules. Not only have those of higher authority have set for me, but also rules I have set for myself. And they all have happened because of you." He tells me.

I try and not act offended, "Well excuse me, I haven't done anything to you. If you really hate me that much than kill me, or I don't know," I drift away and begin fumbling with my hands.

He walks back over to me, crouching down, "See, there you go not understanding again. I don't hate you. But I have to hate you! I must hate everyone who poses a threat!" He pushes my chair back and walks away.

"Kylo, please stop with this. You're so emotional and confusing. Every time I look at you I see a new emotion burning through you and I don't understand anymore. I want to know what makes you tick. What makes you, well, you." I fumble the words out, trying to sound sincere and meaningful. But apparently that didn't mean much, because Kylo was now pulling out his lightsaber, igniting it. He pushes it towards me, then slashes the chair arm off.

"You're so weak! I can feel your vulnerability pouring out! It's sickening! You know nothing about me, and you need to know nothing. All you need to know is that I am your worst nightmare! You're not here for me! I'm here for you! I'm looking for answers that I know you have. And when I get them I will dispose of you as quickly as I took you away from that dying planet you called home."

"It was only dying because you and your army was killing it!" I scream, tears burning my eyes, "I thought maybe, uh, maybe that..." I trail off.

"Maybe what? I'm different? Not as strong as the others? Oh, you're sadly mistake sweetheart." He chuckles, pulling me in closer. He brings his lips to my ear, his breath sending goosebumps everywhere, "I'm so, so much worse."

A/N: I'm sorry if any of this is confusing. Like the italicized parts maybe? That's for thoughts, and important words if anyone was wondering. And the thoughts may not be just one persons? If that makes sense? Haha. Anyways, happy new year everyone.