Rogue One- Alternate Ending

Chapter 3

~Jyn~

My leg protests with knives of excruciating pain as Cassian and I are dragged through industrial hallways and corridors filled with metal plated switch boards and control panels.

Everything in sight is made from metal. It's hard not to imagine your in a massive network of tunnels on a planet but I know we're really on the space station; The death Star.

The officer that captured us commands the four troopers to drag us through a incomprehensible maze of corridors to what looks like another cell.

The room is entirely black from floor to ceiling- the only things that aren't black are two large chairs with cuffs on the arms.
The two troopers holding Cassian shove him in left chair and push it up right- to my surprise, I'm shoved out the door.

I can't be taken away from Cassian- I struggle with all I have, trying to get back to him as he pulls against the chains holding him.

"Oh don't worry," the commander says. "Neither of you are going far.

Nevertheless we both keep struggling and I earn a back handed hit from the trooper holding my arm. Cassian tries to suppress a distressed noise too which the trooper hits me again.

I've survived hours of whipping in an imperial base- th@is barely registers.

With a third troopers help, I'm pulled out the door and dragged- to my surprise- into a cell exactly the same next to Cassian's and cuffed in the one a chair that looks exactly the same.

Confusion registers until a screen on the wall I'm facing opens up and I'm staring directly at the captain.

Cassian's sudden flash of emotion in his eyes is the only sign I get that he can see me as well. We both start struggling against the cuffs as if we can reach each other through the window.

A flare of hatred so powerful burns in my heart when the Officer comes into my cell and a high standing death trooper appears next to Cassian.

The officer stands in front of me with my disdain reflected on his features. He raises his hand and strikes me hard across the face.

I see Cassian lurch slightly in his chair as if he meant to leap for me and use try to refrain from kicking the officer.
A stubborn part of me raises her chin and kicks the commander hard in the leg- twice.

All I am rewarded with is a small grunt from the man and a nod to the death trooper looming over Cassian. Without any warning-/the armoured trooper kicks Cassian hard in the stomach with such force that he slumps back gasping for air.

Growling, I throw all my strength into the cuffs even though it's useless.

"For everything g you attempt, Captain Andor receives whatever violence you directed at us and vice versa for you young lady." The officer sneers. I read his security pass as Lieutenant Conan and tuck his name into my kill list.

"Now, Jyn," the lieutenant continues; "You are going to answer every question I have without struggle yes."

Instead of replying with a remark that will result in Cassian's torture I stay silent.

"Good to know you care so much for Captain Andor that you hold your tongue. I find your dreary remarks rather amusing so I've decided you'll receive any punishment for you chatter." He says- I hope I can get to him without Cassian being hurt.

"Unchain her," the Conan commands. "Now!"

Two of the troopers hurry forwards and click open my cuffs, I can't make a move or Cassian will be hurt and as if to prove his point, the death trooper raises a blaster to my only friends head.

Even if I could overpower the four troopers and Lieutenant now in the clear, I would never reach Cassian before the trigger was pulled.

The storm troopers forcefully tug my jacket off and I wonder why for a second before Conan produces a thin whip from I side his uniform.
I barely register Cassian shouting at him too stop and hurt him instead before the leather hits my back.

The sound- like the first role of thunder or flare of lightning transports me to a snowy prison, my body barely functional and starved after the Labour at the camp.

I'd been in the place they called solitary several times before and the last was no different.

The punishment was for refusing to work- solitary meant whipping in the tiny square of the imperial prison camp and hours in the dark. I had been beaten too many times to remember and the first fear of solitary had faded although it still haunted my nightmares.

The whips pain across my back brings back whispers of snow and blood and my spirit slowly being cut to threads like the skin on my back.
I refuse to scream.

"Where are the death star plans?" Questions the officer while blood stains my thin shirt.

"Safe," is all I replied before the whip comes down painfully on my back again.

"Where are they?" The Lieutenant spits bringing the whip down again with enough force to send me too my knees.
I still refuse to scream.

"The rebels have them," I reply, dripping every ounce of hate I have for the empire into my words.

"Where is there new base?"

The smugness with which he asks this question infuriates me to an almost dangerous degree. If the threat of Cassian being hurt was not apparent I would have launched myself kicking and screaming at Conan but a voice tells me to stay on my knees and take the torture for him.

"Where. is. the. new. base?" Conan practically shouts, whipping me with each word.
I silently count the strikes in my mind and decide that I will cut him once for every whip when I disfigure his face.

"Somewhere safe, no where that you'll find," I spit back at him venemously.

The whip comes down harder than ever on my back and is struggle not to scream when it hits an old cut.

The Lieutenant's watery blue eyes delve into my green ones as he moves to hit me in the face.

Cassian is struggling more than ever and screaming at Conan. He is usually so logical and controlled but he's thrashing in the chair.

"Cassian, stop!" I say, "I'm okay, stop."
He seems to calm down but hate flashes in his eyes. I've never been intimidated by him but am the way he's staring at the Lieutenant- as if he's decide how to kill him and is figuring out where to hide the body- would scare me if I was his enemy.

The whip comes down against my back twice more in a frustrated fit from Conan. My back screams in protest as my top is in shreds and I have no remote protection from the leather strip.

"Fine," the lieutenant shouts, "fine, we have other methods. Take them back to the cell.

Both of us are to weak from fighting to struggle as a trooper throws my jacket at me. Conan kicks me one last time in the back before striding off down the corridor.

Several death troopers March us to our cell and secure our wrists to our heavy bunks after allowing us to change into prisoner issued clothes.

Both Cassian and I have a black vest with loose black trousers and a simple black jacket although we hold on to our old clothes and the comforting touch of them.

We sit in silence on our respective bunks until we Cassian folds his arms around me and we hold each other in the darkness of the cell.
He is so careful of my new wounds and knows I would probably hit him is he tried to apologise or had taken the torture. I'm glad I did.

Exhaustion hits us both but instead of falling asleep straight away, we laboriously drag our metal beds together and sleep that way, trying to find comfort in the fact we can get through this.

Hey guys it's literally 12:25 right now and I am too tired to write anymore so here's quite a short chapter until I can update again.
I'm sorry for any mistakes and typos I'm literally half asleep and dreaming of food
Me and my friends went to see the movie Passengers today (AMAZING) and every time we saw a poster of Jyn and Cassian or the Rogue one screening posters we literally all nearly cried. It ended up just us pointing out whenever anything related appears and nearly sobbing on the floor