The Call to the Darkness

Ren

My vision is shrouded in blackness, and I am unable to sense where I am. I just know I'm alive, surprisingly. They should've killed me already. Or maybe they're afraid that would make me a martyr, a symbol for the Mandalorian cause? Maybe they're holding me hostage to make a deal? Maybe I'm about to be executed. Maybe a Mandalorian citizen saved me, and I'm far away from the Order. Maybe I'm safe.
"Think again, Duchess." A dark voice looms over me, and my heart sinks.
"Actually, my people now know me as Alor, have you forgotten?" I try to smirk, and a fist rams into my face in response. I wince in pain, feeling blood pool in my mouth from biting my tongue.
"You stupid child." Another fist collides with my jaw.
"I'm no child, Ren. I'm the reason Mandalore will never belong to the First Order." I smile, regaining vision from my dazed state. "Where am I?" I glance up at him, trying to see through his brooding mask.
"Back in a cell, where you should have always been."
I pause for a moment. "Have you set an execution date?"
"You have a few days left."
My heart sinks at his statement, but I quickly recover. I knew this was coming. I always did.
"Will I get to say goodbye?"
"Stop asking questions you already know the answer to." He spits, slamming another fist into my jaw once again. I let out a cry of pain, and my eyes begin to water. I close my eyes in protest to the tears.
"Are you happy now? Now that you've finally become some hero to the galaxy like you've always dreamed? I'm glad your childish whims have been fulfilled, because now you and all of Mandalore will pay for it." He snarled.
Suddenly, I felt a searing pain attack my skull, as if someone was prodding through my brain.
"Get out of my head!" I manage to scream in protest, but the pain doesn't subside. It grows more intense, feeling as though my head were splitting in half. My screams once again pierce the silence. My vision begins to blur, and I feel like passing out. He stops whatever he was doing with his mysterious Force abilities, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Are you happy now? Do you feel like you've gotten enough revenge?" I spit at him, and as my anger grows I feel strength begin to flow through my veins again. I send his mask flying, wishing to look him in the eye once more. His eyes are bewildered with rage, but when he looks at me, they begin to glass over. "Are you happy now?" I sigh, strength fleeting from my body once again. He just stares down at me, unmoving. "I never meant to hurt you. I didn't realize I could." I looked up at him, now seeing a shadow of his former self, the person he used to be. "I was wrong. You haven't lost."
He doesn't answer. He just places his mask over his face and leaves the room, leaving me in terrible silence.
"How am I doing Kenobi?" I ask aloud, almost laughing at myself. I crawl into the corner, writhing in pain, unsure of what else to do. "Have I resisted the darkness?" Tears begin to pool in my eyes, unexplainable emotions swirling through my head. "Have I done the right thing? Please, answer me." I beg for him to answer, desperate for a response. Desperate for reassurance. But I am only met with silence.
Then I let out a sob, suddenly afraid to die.