Ren: A Collection of Kylo Ren One Shots

To Love the Monster

A/N: Beware of extreme feels in this story...

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It's impossible to drive out hate with hate. Only love, the incredibly ignorant and self-condemning emotion, can do something so utterly powerful.

I'm paraphrasing, of course. Luke Skywalker was always the better one with words.

I was naïve in thinking that this statement would never apply to my life. When Skywalker whispered it to me back during one of my first Force lessons, I had completely ignored the old man, tossing away the thought immediately.

But now, after realizing my mistake-- now I remember it well.

Hatred for oneself is perhaps the largest factor in outward violence, a perfect example being Kylo Ren: the obnoxious, tantrum creating flyboy.

When I saw him last, swinging his flaming red Lightsaber fiercely against the rebellion members, I had believed that the boy-- the young, immature boy!-- would never understand how love actually worked. I didn't think he would ever comprehend what it meant to adore something with a passion so sincere that he'd be willing to do anything to keep it safe. Not for a moment did I believe he would have cared what happened to those who did love him, despite the terrible mistakes he'd made.

How wrong I was.

A misty air had begun to surround our rebel base camp when the ships flew in. The First Order was strong, but so were we. We were prepared. I was ready-- or so I desperately wanted to believe. In all factuality, my knees quaked with fear when the First Order lowered their armies onto the battlefield.

I didn't see him at first, but I felt him. He was near. Among the hundreds of white armored Stormtroopers, I knew Kylo Ren lead.

The army marched forward, their blasters drew and pointed straight at our small rebel group. We stood under the command of Leia Organa, and I turned my head to look at the general beside me, waiting for orders.

"He's here," she whispered under her breath, catching me by surprise.

I didn't know what to say. I feel him, too? That sounded hopeful, and, as proven by the deadly threat brought to us by none other than the First Order, there was no hope for Kylo Ren.

"He's pushing the Stormtroopers forward," I instead stated, praying General Leia could see past her motherly instincts, and, for once, envision Ren as the enemy his reputation was built of.

"But, Rey," she argued quietly, turning her sparkling eyes towards me, "there is still light in him. There has to be."

I couldn't understand the optimism Leia Organa had been blessed with. Somehow, even after Ren killed his father, (her husband!), she still believed he could be turned back to the light.

Well, I for one thought she was crazy.

"We have to make a move," I urged, watching as the Stormtroopers grew closer to our group. "What are your orders?"

General didn't say anything, her pupils glassed over in thought. I nudged her with my elbow lightly, but she still didn't blink. Her shoulders slowly moved up and down with every calm breath she took, and I swallowed.