|The Menace| A Kylo Ren Fan-fiction

Chapter Two

A/N-- I don't own the song but it's amazing.

My eyes lazily fluttered back open. I jerked up in realization that I wasn't on my home planet anymore. I was on a ship, a first order ship.

Fear immediately started spreading throughout my body again, along with lots of anger. Pure raw rage fighting was boiling up underneath my skin.

I managed to calm myself and control my growing anger, suppressing it as I adjusted my body on the small cold metal "bed".

I looked around at the small room I was in, it was basically all black besides the door and bench that I was sitting on which was a shiny silver. It was tiny not to mention, not meant for more than one person.

The room itself was freezing. I couldn't help but shudder and hug myself to keep warm.

I felt so useless and vulnerable all I wanted to do is scream, to kick, to hit something, but instead, I laid back on the cold bench.

My head raced with a million things, attacking me all at once.

I struggled to sit upright, my head still throbbed from earlier. I couldn't believe I was kidnapped, why me of all people? Never in a million years would I have thought I would've been kidnapped by The first order.

Ignoring my body's protests to lay back down I dragged myself towards the silver door and examined it thoroughly; hoping that there was a way out. After a couple of minutes I gave up, there was no way that I could escape. I was officially trapped.

Panic rose up in my stomach as I began to pace the small room, what are they going to do with me? Why'd they take me of all people? Am I ever going to see my planet again?

I sighed deeply before sitting back down on the bench, tears started to fill my eyes as I thought back on everything that's happened. My village, all the people, the little boy. I couldn't help but feel guilty that I couldn't save that little boy. He didn't deserve to die, if I could I would've taken his place.

The door suddenly opened with a "swish" and two troopers stepped inside, I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes, they glared at me before they spoke.

"Get up. You're being moved." One of them spat at me before stepping towards me and grabbing my arm, yanking me up from my sitting position.

"Hey watch it!" I hissed before ripping my arm away from his harsh grip. "Where exactly am I being moved?" I crossed my arms over my chest and took a step back.

"Shut up and come with us." The trooper closest to me grabbed my arm again and started dragging me out of the cell.

It was no use fighting them, there was no way to escape this ship unless I magically learnt how to fly a ship, and even if I did how could I?

I was pushed harshly from behind when I was walking "too slow" causing me to trip and stumble into the trooper in front of me. He glared back at me but didn't say anything.

After what felt like twenty minutes of walking we finally made it to our destination, the doors opened to reveal and sort of chair that stood up right and cuffs at the sides and bottoms. I assumed they were to hold you into place.

I immediately stopped and started back tracking, hating being stuck and restrained in one place. It made me feel weak and vulnerable.

"Move it, scum." The trooper behind me harshly pushed me towards the metal chair standing in the middle of the room.

I was grabbed roughly by the trooper in front of me and shoved backwards into the chair, my head smashing off the back of it. I groaned and went to rub my head but my hands were being restrained at my sides.