A Reylo Romance: "Don't be Afraid, I Feel it Too"

The Storm, Part 3 - Vanished

No, you'll never be alone,
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars,
Here my whispers in the dark
-Whispers in the Dark, by Skillet

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"Nooo!" Finn yells. He's holding someone in his arms, dressed in a pilot's uniform, like many of the others I've just killed with the red sword. This pilot's hair is like Poe's, but his face is covered in blood so I can't see what he looks like.

"Poe?" I say.

It is silent all around me. I blink. There are dead bodies lying everywhere and no one is left, except for Finn, and Kylo who is standing in the shadows. And Snoke.

You're all powerful now  Snoke's voice enters my mind. I turn to him.

Yes, I am. And I'm going to kill you.

Snoke smiles.

If you kill me, then Kylo dies too.

I freeze. No, that's not possible. I look at Kylo.

It's true. I sense it, from both of them. If I kill Snoke then Kylo will die...

Why didn't you tell me?  I look through him. I can't look at him. We would have never killed Snoke together, even if Kylo had been free from Snoke's influence and we fought side by side, like we first planned.

I close my eyes, not wanting to see the hunched over figure of Finn on the floor, with Poe at his knees. Poe's words come back to me suddenly I don't want anyone to miss me. 

What have I become?

I retract the light saber, then turn the handle towards my chest.

"You still won't win," I say to Snoke.

"Rey!" Don't... It's Kylo

Yes... Snoke's voice hisses in my mind.

Too many voices in my head.
I grip the light saber with both hands.

I've killed Poe. BB-8 is gone. And I'm no longer Rey from Jakku, but a slave of the Dark Side and of my anger.

My hand shakes.
Master Dukath  I call out in one last plea, before I end this.
Help me. I've lost myself, you were right, I gave in to my emotions and have become a monster...

Then I close my eyes and the voice that speaks in my heart is gentle but strong.

Your death will only fuel the sword,
the words come to me.
And it will be the final piece to make it all-powerful, united with the other Sith Lords that died by its crystal edge. You are the final piece. This was Snoke's plan all along. To wield the sword of infinite darkness, all-powerful with so much anger, pain and hate.

You've made your choice and now you must go.
There is a place, of which you know.
A place which you've been to not long ago.
You've heard the voices, heard their cries,
the children of the Dark and Light.
In the shadows they hide, side by side
At the place where good and evil
together can abide.

The tombs of the great ones, still kept alive,
yet not living, but kept safely inside.
There they rest, until the time is right,
There you will harm no one.
Take the sword and take flight.
Take the power of the dead Sith Lords in its light,
with you to the tombs of eternal night. 

There it will be protected, hidden from sight
by the power of the Force of light,
even if any should enter into the catacombs,
you they will never find
nor the sword of the Sith Lord Knights.
Snoke will fall, by Kylo's will
once you are gone and have become still.

I'm back in the hallway. I see Kylo's face in the shadows, no longer expressionless, but the essence of worry and pain. There will be no goodbyes.

"You will not remember how I left, nor follow me"

Then,
I am gone.