Reylo AUs

Solo Files • Reylo AU {Special Preview}

A/N: I'm working on a detective reylo AU and decided to publish what I have so far to see what you guys think. So hope you enjoy

Prologue

They told her there was screaming and blood, lots of it. She was told of a struggle and an anguished cry. Rey was told he was dead. It was the third person that month. Her grandfather's eyes were always filled with some uneasy sadness, ever since the killings started happening. First it was her distant cousin, Sybil Kenobi. A young housewife who was brutally murdered last spring. At first nobody thought much of it until it almost became frequent. One by one each of her family members disappeared without much of a trace. Rey remembers the decreasing crowd of family that showed up at the funerals, getting smaller each time she was dragged off to attend a funeral of someone she barely knew. Each night she often went to sleep crying, mourning for the life of her family, some she hardly ever met. It was in those times where she held onto her grandfather tighter. Maybe if she held tight enough he would be safe and in what she hoped, untouchable. A girl could dream, right? Rey had contacted the police a little less than a week ago. She often checked her phone for updates but they never came, they probably thought she was insane. Like they would bother to invest time in a case they barely had evidence for. They most likely believed it was a despicable plot for attention, to them it was almost a  waste of time. Like they could follow up on murders where the killer left nothing else besides the mutilated body. It was aggravating, the fact that she would show up to the station once in awhile practically begging for the case to be investigated, but barely anything was done about it. It was usually a couple snickers or sympathetic glances. It was after the last rejection when Rey had decided to take the case into her own hands. At least she'll finally get her answers, one way or another.

Chapter 1

    It was a cloudy Monday morning and the smell of cheap coffee filled her nostrils. She was the only customer at the 7/11, holding a cup of one dollar coffee in her hands. The worker from behind the counter looked as if she was about to give up. Her blond hair pulled back messily and the remains of last nights makeup streaked carelessly across her face. Rey took another sip. The silence was deafening and made her thoughts wander.
Black. Rey hated the color. It meant death and to Rey it wasn't always a good thing. She should've been used to dressing in the same bland color by now but the effect never wore off. Death. Rey hated death.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Benjamin Kenobi: caregiver, mentor, and grandfather."
She toned out. It was as if her whole world had crashed the moment those words were uttered. They twisted a thick knot in her stomach. Almost like one of those cheap pretzels you get from the mall. The ones her grandpa used to buy her. It made her sick.
"Rey, dear, where are you going?"
"Bathroom."
She ran and never looked back. The following week she packed up her belongings. The house stunk with the smell of loneliness and death. It became a chore for her to get up in the morning, knowing that no matter how hard she wished, they were never coming back.
The thoughts were soon interrupted by the girl's sappy voice.
"Miss? Are you almost done?"
Her eyes glazed over at Rey with impatience. She couldn't blame her, it was 1 in the morning and the poor girl probably wanted to sneak into the back for a quick nap before the next nutcase came in.
"Yeah."
Rey nodded, slowly getting up to throw away her almost finished coffee. As much as she hated wasting food, her thoughts had stolen her ability to put something in her mouth. So then she decided to roam around town, something to get her mind off the fact she was probably next in this cruel game of "Kill All The Kenobi's You Can." Once again her mind seemed to wander. It wasn't an unusual thing to happen, wandering off to what she used to have seemed a lot better than the harsh reality of mediocre coffee far too early in the morning. Rey stuck her hands into her worn pockets, the soft leather frayed but brought a warm feeling to the touch. It was her grandfather's jacket from when he was young and Rey's most prized possession. Her hand closed around the few coins and bills sitting in the left pocket, barely enough for some heat up ramen and another cup of cheap coffee.