Defiance (Kylo Ren Fanfiction)

Chapter Eighteen

As I enter a dimly lit room, I notice a whimpering Kylo in the corner. He's been hurt, tortured.

The feeling of Hux's arms around me make me sick as I watch Kylo on his knees in misery. None of this is fair, for either one of us.

"Kylo!" I call out, but the sound of my voice makes him distance himself even more.

I look down at him as his body trembles. His clothes are mangled, his black hair in tangles. His hands are shaking as they grasp ahold of nothing. He's slipping further and further away from reality, just like he did that day he became someone new... But this time, I won't let him leave.

"Hux, let go of me," I mutter through clenched teeth.

A small laugh escapes his lips, "and why would I do that."

I roll my eyes, and push him aggressively away with the Force. I haven't used it all that much, but this was important. Kylo was important.

"Krista!" He screams angrily, you will not get away this easily. Before I know it, storm troopers are storming in everywhere.

"Dammit," I whisper under my breath.

I sprint over to Kylo, "Kylo," I shake him.

"Krista?" He whimpers.

"No time to talk. I'm borrowing this," I tell him, unclipping the saber handle from his hip.

"Wait-" but before he finishes, I ignite the saber. I feel the heat radiating around me as the room illuminates because of the red flame.

I smirk as a brave trooper approaches me. In one swift movement, I slice his body and he wearily falls to the floor.

No longer am I torn between the forces of good and evil. Things are happening my way, I decide what I want to do. I will kill with passion and with peace, I will defend with knowledge and strength, I will fight with serenity and power, and I will love with harmony and victory. This is who I am. I'm not like my parents, nor am I like the First Order. I only care about me, and for Kylo. He's all I want in my life. Strip me away of everything, but please, please leave Kylo. This is what I think as I dodge the bullets flying towards me, this is what I think as I pierce the flawless white armor of storm troopers. One by one, another soldier down.

Eventually, most retreat, cowering behind Hux.

A clap is echoing around, "bravo, young Krista. A born killer?" A glare gleams from his soulless eyes.

I laugh, "you better run now, Hux. Because I might as well kill you while I'm at it."

"Krista," Kylo gently calls.

My eyes go blank and I turn around and look at him. My body drains of all color, and suddenly I'm running. I'm running so fast that I forget Hux, I forget everything.

"Kylo!" I scream.

Blood is everywhere, on his clothes, the ground. I lift him up, blood pouring from his sides.

"Kylo- no Kylo please. You can't, no no no," I cry, holding him in my arms.

"Krista," he whispers painfully.

"You're okay," I sob, "you're going to be okay."

His body is breaking out into a sweat as I attempt to cover his wound that was leaking from the side.

"It's a shame," I hear Hux mutter behind me,"while you were busy killing, you didn't notice the bullet Phasma fired off in the midst."

I'm so damn ignorant, so stupid. I don't deserve this, no fuck, Kylo doesn't deserve this. None of this is about me anymore. And I'm too naive to think of that.

"Well," a gun barrel points to my head,"are you ready to die in the arms of your supposed lover?"

I cry, I cry so hard as I look away from Kylo. My arms clenching around his clothing.

"I never told you this Kylo, but I'm so afraid. I'm so fucking afraid to die. I may come off as some worthless, shitty, don't care about anything, but god damn am I terrified. Please, remember me."

I look at him one last time, and he looks at me. In the moment, I smile. Because here, with Kylo, I feel okay. And that's how I want to die, knowing that I did this for him.

Then, I hear the click, and everything fades away.

A/N: Short and sweet eh? The story is almost over I'm sad to say. :(( But, I'll update here again in a few days!