Collision (Hux/OC/Kylo)

Chapter 3 - The Force

The next day, the general was not in the room when I woke up. I had fallen asleep in the corner the night before. I stood clumsily, because of my wound, and checked the room out, taking in my surroundings, occasionally limping as my leg began to sting every now and then.

There was a bed, a nightstand, a desk filled with papers, pens, paperweights, and a lamp; a chair, a two-door cabinet. And that was pretty much it. The room looked spacious enough. It was almost the size of my old house.

My old house.

I cringed as I closed my eyes and remembered everything that had happened yesterday so vividly. My home and planet, destroyed. Right before my eyes. Everything I ever loved. Everyone. My friends, my family. They're all gone. Gone. What was the point anymore really?

I gasped as I heard a scream. It wasn't from the ship I was in. It was from my memories. People screaming. I heard them. All around me. As if they were actually here with me. I turned around and around, trying to see if someone were here, messing with my head. But no one else was here.

I heard another scream. This time it was my father's. I lost my balance as I heard his voice, and fell to the floor.

Tears fell from my eyes as I remembered his death. Make me proud, he said. But how, father? I've lost you. I've lost everyone. I'm currently trapped inside a General's living quarters and we're on our way to the enemy's base. What do I do? The tears fell harder, faster. And next thing I knew, I was sobbing all over the floor.

My dad's face flashed before me.

"I'M SORRY!"

I yelled.

I couldn't stop crying. Everything and everyone I had was lost. I was feeling so many emotions all at once that I didn't know what they were anymore. Anger? Fear? Sadness? Regret? Grief? Rage? I felt everything.

I noticed something strange as I was crying. When I looked up, the desk was floating. Was I doing this?

I studied the desk as it floated. I reached out my hand, when I moved my arm to the right, it followed, and it did the same for the left. It is me. I was doing it. Although I did not know what I was doing. I didn't even know what I was going to do with the floating desk.

Then I remembered the General. He was in charge. He destroyed my planet. He killed my father. He's to blame! And now I'm stuck in his quarters awaiting my fate!

Rage filled me. I didn't even know how. I couldn't explain what I was feeling again. Every fiber of my being was... electrifying. I felt buzzed. I was so hyped up. I stood.

And then... chaos.

I began with the desk. Then the chair. Next the cabinet. I kept lifting things and throwing them. And lifting them and throwing. Lift, throw. Lift, throw. Was this a tantrum? Perhaps. Did I like it? Maybe. There was a feeling of a rush I had never felt before. As the steel materials kept banging the walls and hitting the floor every now and then.

But then it happened.

I remembered every happy memory I ever had in my home. I remembered when mum was still there. When I was happy. When everyone was still alive. My friends. My father.

I started crying again. My knees feeling weak, I fell to the floor and burst out crying again.

What's happening to me?

I've gone mad.

Who can blame me anyway? I lost everything and everyone I ever had. And now I was controlling floating objects. I was off. Or headed there probably.

I didn't pay attention to my surroundings anymore. Didn't know what was happening around me. Slowly, very slowly, everything was becoming so close. I felt everything. Again. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I felt every molecule around and within me. I felt the heat leaving my body. The air going in and out of me. The life inside of me. I felt it all. Every bit.

What was this?

What am I?

"Calm down. Just... calm down."

What?

I looked around, but everything was blurry. I couldn't see things properly. But my hearing had enhanced. I saw the silhouette of a tall man against the door. Shocked, I jumped back and he suddenly floated. Approximately two feet off the ground.

Was I doing this? I didn't even know how.

"Calm down."

His voice cracked. He sounded like he was struggling. What was happening? I squinted to try and make out some figures in my vision. But to no avail.

"Please"

I could feel his breathing quicken. His throat tighten. I could feel the air leaving him. The lofe draining from him.

How do I stop?

How do I stop?

How?

"Please"

I didn't know how to stop.

I closed my eyes.

And suddenly...

I saw everything.

My mind was open.

And I saw him. And I saw it.

The general was in the air, his hands on his throat as if he were trying to pry free from some invisible chokehold. My eyes trailed from the general's pleading face, down to the silver piece of metal hanging from his belt buckle. My dad's face flashed before my eyes.

"Sweetheart, calm down"

"Dad?"

"Please, calm down."

Was he really there? Was it all in my head?

"Dad, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks again.

"Don't cry"

His voice became stern. Was this all in my head?

"Dad, I'm so so sorry! I wish you weren't dead! I wish I was dead instead of you! I failed you!"

The lightsaber flew into my hands and tears fell from my face to it. I had no idea how it came to my hands but all I know is it did. And now I'm here, crying my eyes out. Each memory I ever made with my father appearing and flashing before my eyes.

"Stop crying"

I couldn't.

"Stop! Please!"

Then I remembered the general. He was choking. On what and by whom I did not know, but I had to stop it. Was he the one screaming at me the whole time?

I opened my eyes, fortunately my vision was back. I ran to the general, frantically searching for I didn't even know what.

"What's happening to you?" I cried.

"You need to calm down."

"Please"

I calmed down. Or at least, I tried to. I took deep breaths. I knelt to the floor, covering my head with my hands. I heard a loud thud in front of me. And next thing I know... everything went blank.