Conflicting Forces

Escape

The heavy metal door swung open, interrupting my thoughts. Not that I was thinking about much; I was only thinking about how I managed to get myself strung into this mess. I knew it wasn't Kylo that opened the door (I hadn't felt his darkness) but when I lifted my head off my shoulder I saw that it was only another stormtrooper. Balanced on his arm was a cafeteria style tray with a cup, a piece of bread and a bowl of some sort of soup. He places it on my lap and walks behind my chair.

"How am I expected to eat this with no hands?" I ask, hoping it sounded as rude as it did in my head. I don't think it did. He doesn't answer. Instead, he makes sure the door is locked and walks behind the chair.

Suddenly, my arm restraints click open and my arms are released. I rub my wrists where the metal dug into the skin, noticing that they were red with the imprints of it. The stormtrooper walks back around to where I could see him and stands tall next to the door, his hands clasped together in front of his body. What the hell is he doing? I wondered, but then realized that he was making sure I wouldn't escape.

I shrug and lift up the spoon from the tray, practically shoveling the soup into my mouth. I couldn't tell what kind of soup it was, as once it met my mouth, it was gone without chewing. The piece of bread and water was gone even quicker, a couple droplets of the water dribbling down my chin. I let out an unintentional sigh when the water dampened my dry mouth. I could feel my strength slowly returning and my senses becoming clearer.

Without a word, the stormtrooper approaches to take the tray away. Within seconds I realized his detrimental mistake. Before he could process what was happening, I lunged for the blaster strapped to his belt. He tried to jump away, but was too slow. I tugged the blaster out of it's holster, holding onto it like my life depended on it (because it very well could have). In all the movement happening, the tray was tossed to the ground, landing with a loud crack!

The stormtrooper cursed under his breath and rushes to the door, fumbling to type in the code to open it. He only got one number typed in before he fell to the ground with a loud cry, a hole burned into the back of his armor. His cries were silenced a few moments later when there was another shot from the weapon I wielded.

"I'm sorry," I murmured to the man I just killed. I felt sorry for killing him, but I was not remorseful about trying to escape. I was taken, against my will to be what- trained by some power-lusty, sociopathic man? How did he even know who I was, or decide that I was valuable? Hell, I was still trying to figure myself out.

I was pulled from my trance with a gasp. I just recognized my bad decision after it was too late to take back. I should have waited for the trooper to type in the code and then I could do what needed to be done. Now I was locked in here again.

"But at least I'm not chained up anymore," I muttered sarcastically.

I tried to stand up, but fell back into the chair immediately. I swore, loudly, anger sweeping over me before I could control it. Thinking back to my training at the academy, I closed my eyes and embraced the darkness. I slowed my breathing down and blocked out all my other senses. The tremble in my hands ceased and I could feel myself calming down. Slowly, I opened my eyes again and peered down at my ankles. Like my arms were, they were in shackles.

Twisting in my chair, I tried to reach the button the stormtrooper had hit that released my arms, but I couldn't fully reach over the back of it with my legs bound. I sat back in the chair, and closed my eyes, knowing what I needed to do. I wasn't sure that it would work, my training with the Force was brief before I was captured. But I had to try, this may be my only opportunity.

I shut my eyes again and focused in on the darkness. Within the darkness I pictured my legs, bound by the metal cuffs. But then the restraints were broken, leaving my legs to be free. I focused on the picture of them releasing, seeing it again and again. Sweat dripped down my face, and I could feel the energy seep out of my body like water from a faucet. I was weak, I could feel it, but it would be a waste to end it now. So, I pressed on, repeating the image in my head over and over. With each visualization, the picture became progressively weaker. It was slowly fading into darkness, as I was. When I was moments from giving up, I felt the click of the metal opening up.