Star Wars: The Second Coming

Chapter 20: They're Not Here!

"Ren" I called out to him, but he was determined to check Tatoooine. "Ren" I mumbled again, but he paid no attention to me "REN GOD DAMNIT THEY'RE NOT ON TATOOINE" he turned to face me, but I couldn't see his face under his mask. He stood, giving a storm trooper the helm and coming towards me, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the room we slept in.

"What makes you so sure" I debated telling him about the dreams, I didn't fully understand them myself, how could I explain them to him. He pulled off his helmet and threw it on the messy bed, his eyes scanned my face. The bruises Hux left were dark and purple. "Please, this is a waste of time" I spoke, knocking him out of the trance he was in.

"The ship is on Tatooine, the tracker says Tatooine, we go there first"

"Ren, they're on D'qar" I reasoned, knowing that's where they were. "I'm certain"

"How?!"

"I don't... Know CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE?!" I fumed.

"Stop arguing with me!" His voice didn't raise above an ice cold growl. I folded my arms across my chest and sat down on the bed. I was exhausted, hurting, Hux put quite a toll on my body. Kylo's hard eyes softened and he kneeled in front of me, helping me take off my armour. "You need to rest" I shook my head, afraid to sleep if the nightmares came. "We'll be on Tatooine soon"

I sighed, not bothering to argue with him anymore and groaning as I turned my back to him. I felt him stare at me a little longer, his eyes wandering the natural curves of my body. He walked out, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I Wondered why Snoke didn't bother to punish me, I was almost certain Hux framed me, but I couldn't prove it. Yet both Snoke and Kylo had trust in me. Though Hux was infuriated, we were sent off almost immediately. I sighed, closing my eyes and drifting off slowly.

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"She's not your sister anymore, Alexia." General Leia spoke gently, "just like Kylo Ren is no longer my son" her voice was thick with emotion, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't understand how I saw these dreams.

"What am I supposed to do?" Alexia asked, looking over at Chewie. "I can't kill her. She's my sister, I need her"

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Suddenly, I saw my sister as she was as a baby, but almost... Younger. Everything was blurry, and I couldn't make out anything but her voice. There's a man, reaching his hand out to me, bodies on the floor.,. What was this? I saw myself taking the hand, holding it tightly and he held another smaller girl in his arms. There was screaming.

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I woke up in a cold sweat, the room was still empty, and Kylo was nowhere in sight. I walked out of the room, hunting for food on my empty stomach. These storm troopers, though I should trust them, some of them made me uneasy and I didn't understand why. I made my was silently down a corridor. Storm troopers nodded their heads at me respectfully, but I didn't say anything, just lifted my hand to them.

"Woah, you okay?" I heard one mumble to me, I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering how he had the audacity to speak to me without formal approach but I didn't get angry, I nodded to him and he was on his way. This didn't even feel like it was real.

I suddenly became light headed, and felt like I was going to drop to the floor. My mind was swarmed with thoughts of Alexia, my sister, she needed me and I was hunting her down... Who was I anymore.

"NO" I screamed to myself, throwing everything in sight. "She left you, you know who you are"

"Kya?" I heard his voice from behind me. "What's going on?... You're so pale" he walked up to me, eyes full of an emotion I didn't know he had. I shoved him away, he made me feel a way I couldn't,  he made me tremble, no, feeling this way was weakness. His hand reached for my waist, there wasn't a storm trooper In sight, so he had no problem being affectionate with me. I swatted his hand away. "What's wrong?" He whispered, I shook my head, turning my back to him, If I didn't talk to him, if I shut him out he couldn't affect me. The light was calling, pulling me every which way... To love was to let go of hate, I didn't love him, I couldn't.  "Don't do this, Kya you know I don't know what you're thinking" his form was close to mine so close I could feel his soft breath on the back of my neck, causing me to shiver and tremble. I took in a sharp breath, Last time we got this close I almost lost my mind, his touch was euphoric, the way his fingertips touched my skin... I shook my head furiously trying to get the thought out of my head, that night was a mistake. "Don't shut me out" he ran his hand so gently against my arm, pushing those thoughts right back into my mind.  He made me weak. "Tell me about your dreams" he spoke softly.

"How did...."

"They haunt you, I see it when you sleep... What do you see?" I opened my mouth to speak. But thought it better to stay silent. The more he knew, the better he knew me... The easier it was for him to get into my mind, my heart... My soul. "Let me help you, let me in..." He whispered, his lips grazing my ear slightly. I closed my eyes, how is it that he made me feel this way?

I turned around to look at him, and he stared into me for what felt like forever. I held my breath feeling myself starting to let go of hate and to look at him, not Kylo, but Ben.

"Sir, we've landed on Tatooine" a storm trooper interrupted, tearing me and Ben away from each other. Kylo became cold again, he nodded, sliding on his helmet and turning to me.

"You stay on the ship"

"What-?"

"That's an order" he left briskly. He was far more protective of me after the incident with Hux. I wandered a bit more on the almost empty ship. Coming across some sort of sustenance and stuffing my face with it until I was satisfied. My thoughts went back to my sister, back to Luke, my old master. I felt the feelings of anger and hate come back, him and his kind murdered my parents, and she chose them over me... Why should I show her any remorse?

I looked at my face in the mirror, this was HER fault. Everything was her fault. And I remembered that promise I made to myself, she would meet her death by no one else's hands but my own. I would make sure of it.