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Eve's POV

Screaming. Cries for help. The buzzing sound of lightsabers ripping through the air.

I sat behind a dirt mound, holding my knees to my chest as I cried in fear. Everything was crumbling around me as the people I grew up with ran for their lives and the building being burnt by the erupting flames.

"Hide yourself and don't come out. Whatever happens, stay strong my child." My mother's words rung in my head as I watched, in fear, as the boy swung his saber, cutting through anybody in his way.

Although I didn't know his name, I knew he was a powerful Jedi in training, due to how much attention and popularity he received.

My body shook with fright as my eyes scanned the bloody floor of bodies, limbs strewed upon the ground.

Little Thomas and Tera lay on the floor, slices on their stomachs. The seared ashy skin, adorning the gory cuts. Dirt marks on their foreheads from the previous training. They were my best friends, and now they were gone.

Tears dropped down my cheeks like small rivers, blurring my vision only temporarily. For I was frightened and afraid of what the boy with the light saber was capable of doing to me. Everyone I knew and cared for, their bodies scattered carelessly amongst the dirt floor, their lives taken in vain so quickly and viciously.

I realized I couldn't see the little boy anymore, my mind questioning if I was alone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to take the saber and kill the boy who took everything away from me.

As I watched the bodies go up in flames, something caught me off guard. The boy popped up in front of me, blood splattered on his face. His eyes darker than night, filled with rage and lust for power. Before I could scream I felt pain in my lower stomach. I looked down to see his lightsaber inside of me, crimson liquid dripping down my body.

"I will find you Eve. Don't think I won't."

My body jolted awake, sweat beads dripping down my forehead. My heart throbbed against my chest, creating pain.

I rubbed my wet eyes with the back of my hands, wiping the exhaustion and fear from them as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my anxiety.

My eyes scanned my room, the blurriness subsiding as they landed on the clock.

10:00 A.M.

I gasped, jumping from my bed. I was an hour late to my work station.

"Shit, shit, shit." I repeated as I fumbled to my dresser to pull out clothes. I grabbed the clothing, flinging it onto the bed as I ripped off my night gown.

I pulled on the pants and shirt so quickly, my mind didn't have time to register what I was doing. I ran to the bathroom connected to my room, immediately grabbing my toothbrush. I refused to leave without brushing my teeth.

After the hectic morning started, I ran down the hallway to get to my workstation. Storm troopers marched down the corridors, blasters in their hands, not acknowledging my existence. That's what I hated about working here. They never talked to me, simply because I was at the bottom of the pyramid.

Just as I took a sharp turn, my body collided with a hard surface. The wall, maybe? I was in such a hurry, I didn't know.

My body stumbled back, my head spinning as I landed on my bottom. My hand flew up to my face, caressing it as I looked up at what I hit.

My eyes followed the black clothing, up the gloved hands, to the mask. My throat went dry as my heart beat stopped. Never, since I've been here, have I ever seen him. I've only heard about him in stories and myths, and occasionally from my work friends.

I was, the least to say, frightened.

"Watch where you're going, you pesky scum!" General Hux yelled at me, turning to the man in black.

"I apologize, Commander Ren. People like this," he turned to me, eyeing me with disgust as I sat there, paralyzed with fright and embarrassment. "shouldn't be working on this ship." He continued to ramble on about how useless and worthless us workers were, but I didn't listen.

It was him. Kylo Ren. The Commander of the First Order. Oh, how I
dreaded this day to come.

Behind his mask, he stared at my shaking body on the floor. With one simple movement, he raised his hand, and General Hux went silent. My eyes moved to him, gasping as he clawed at his neck. The force was a scary thing and I never wanted it used against me.

"Quiet, General." Kylo Ren barked, dropping his hand to his side, releasing the force.

The General stood there, taking the pain as he breathed in again, eyes closed. How did he not collapse? Surely, it looked painful.

"Stand." His voice boomed throughout the hallway, directing his head towards me.

I nodded slowly, standing up, cautious of the powerful man in front of me. I was breathing hard and on the verge of tears when he barked another order.

"State your name."

At first, I was lost at words. Afraid to speak. Afraid to even be in his presence. But, I realized if I didn't reply, he'd probably take it as a sign of disrespect and kill me.

"EV-10198." My voice came out quiet and cowardly. I was shaking with fear as he stared at me.

"State your position."

"Mechanical engineer."

"Report to your work station, immediately." He said, the mask giving him a robotic voice as he walked passed me.

The General followed behind him, giving me a death glare as they walked side by side down the hallway, getting further and further out of my eyesight.

I looked down at the floor, my hand at my chest as I tried to breathe normally again. I've never been so scared, and paralyzed with fear. My eyes closed, as I tried to regain my composure.

I'll definitely be careful next time.

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