The Call to the Darkness

The Jedi

Days pass, and I don't have any contact with another human, except for the troopers who bring me meals. Even that strange man in my head, Kenobi, hasn't made an effort to reach out to me. I waste most of my time meditating, or staring at the ceiling. I crave a shower, and a proper meal, fresh clothes, my old home. I crave human contact, and good books, and my lightsabers, and the stars...

I'm awoken from my thoughts abruptly, and see a pair of black shoes in front of me. How did I not sense him entering my cell? How did I not at least hear him?

"It's time to get you cleaned up. And you need some fresh clothes. Maybe a proper meal." He drones beneath his mask. I furrow my eyebrows. "You bastard, were you in my head?" I accuse him, but quickly shut up. "Were you serious about the food though? Or..." I continue, refusing to look up at him.

"You are no true prisoner to the First Order. The general and I agree that if you are to be an ally to us, then it is necessary for us to act as if you are one." He states in a monotone, robotic voice beneath that horrid mask. "I never pledged my allegiance to you, you fuc-"I begin, but he abruptly cuts me off.

"This is your chance to get out of your cell. I suggest you keep your mouth shut." I nod slowly, considering my options, and when I realize I don't have any, I follow him out of the cell. We walk down long stretches of corridors, with blank white walls and stark, bright lights. After walking behind him for a few minutes, I clear my throat. "Where is Thayer?" I begin to question,

It takes Kylo a moment to answer. "Your boyfriend is safe, in a cell, just like you were."

"So, when can I see him?" I pause for a moment. "Wait, what did you just call him? He is not my--where the hell did you get that from?" I stutter.

"If you spent less than a minute in his mind, you would understand where I got such a notion from."

"Well, friends don't search through other friends' minds. I respect his privacy. Why are we even having this conversation?" I ask, as we reach a door. Kylo punches a code into the keypad, and the door slides open, revealing a bleak and depressing bedroom.

"What is this depressing shithole?" I ask, smirking, praying that my comment annoys him just in the slightest.

"This is where you will be staying, Your Highness." He scoffs at his own words.

"Is it mandatory for all villains to be void of any color? Do you like any color other than black?"

"I like red."

"Of course." I sigh, lowering my head into a chuckle. I sit myself down onto the black bed, and sprawl across the black comforter. "This is surprisingly comfortable." I grin.

"You are sleeping on the floor. There is a mat in the corner for you, along with some blankets. The bathtub and shower is through that door."

I let out a slight cackle, giving into my laughter. I can feel Kylo giving me a strange look, so I elaborate on my sudden laughter. "Look at you, in all your black robes, and your menacing mask, with a deadly weapon around your waist, and you're pointing me to wear a bathtub is? You look ridiculous!" I chuckle. "You should be trying to kill me, or torture me. Not helping me. This isn't how this works. I am the good guy. You are the villain." I sigh.

He takes off his helmet, and sets it on the bed. "Maybe the lines between good and evil are more blurred than you once thought." I take a minute to think about what he just said, but my mind quickly drifts to something else.

"Wait, why am I sleeping on the floor when there is a bed right here?" I bounced a little on the bed, questioning him.

"Because that's where I sleep."