Just For Now✔️ (Kylo Ren)

05 - Regret

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After Kylo Ren left, the stormtrooper guarding me automatically tightens my restraints. And spats 'Resistance scum' in my face. But I'm not part of the Resistance. I just refuse to give up the secrets that aren't mine.
"I have a name!" I say calmly, try to adjust with the tightened restraints. I can already feel the red marks that will be there.
The stormtrooper is silent. I sigh in annoyance.
"For your information it's MAY-SIL-EE!" I shout so loud I'm pretty sure the whole base heard me.
The storm trooper continues to ignore me, but I can tell I made him a bit agitated. Nonetheless he stays at his post.
Deciding it might be best if I calm down, I close my eyes and count to one-hundred. And by the time I get to forty-six I fall asleep, all of my exhaustion catching up to me.

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•Kylo Ren•

I clench my fists tightly, as I make it back to where the spy Maysilee is. I heard her yell it earlier and probably everyone else had as well. She has so much information that could be useful to the First Order. But somehow she is suppressing it, keeping it locked away.
The only other person who could do that was her. Rey.
I can feel myself calm down as I think of her. So strong, with no idea of the power she has. Maysilee on the other hand is not like her in that sense. She must be really good at keeping secrets.
I make it to the interrogation room. The stormtrooper guarding it, feeling relieved. I sense her presence so she's still there, but the atmosphere around her is calm, serenity.
That changes quickly as I feel spikes of fear coming from her.
I enter the room to see her unresponsive to my entrance. She's asleep.
I watch her for a moment underneath my helmet, her breathing becoming erratic, heavy. Her face is damp with sweat and then she starts to pull on the restraints.
I hesitate, before taking my helmet off and discarding it on the floor as I move closer to her. Her frame is small and fragile, not too fragile. Something inside of me wants to help her. To be gentle.
I reach out a hand and stop just before touching her face. She's trembling as I decide whether to search her unguarded mind or help her.

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A small room.
One window.
Three people.
One victim.
Stealing is what they wanted, parading around what they got was also what they wanted. Those before me lie in the far corner in their own blood. They couldn't do it. So I did. And then I had enough.
"Maysilee darling, you see that?"
I look to see a child receiving something valuable for the first time in their life. Fresh food.
"I want you, dear, to take it. While you're at it, that pathetic scum should join the others down in the corner."
I did what they asked, I stole, they murdered and collected money, tons and tons of money.
"No." I stand firm until I'm cut down with a slap to the face, and then laser burns on my feet, a slice to the shoulder, and tears. Tears of pain and anger.
I don't remember what happened. Just that they were lying on the ground with blood pooling around them.
"They aren't dead, just out and bleeding badly."
I told myself.
"What would your father say."
She wasn't down and I forgot about her.
"Come now dear, no need to look so feral."
She would smile and bait me into a false sense of security. She would offer food and then when my guard was down, the whole process repeated itself and that kid never stood a chance.
"I'm sorry." I would repeat and then I would tell myself it was no use. I was now a murderer. One of those murderers who stole and threw around their wealth.
So I ran and ran and ran.
To a place that was far better where there was no money. A place that almost took me so close to death. Starvation. So much better than being beat around, murdering people for higher people who wanted money and money and more money.
I had enough.

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