Lost - A Reylo Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Hux POV

I'm standing there in utter shock, staring at the security footage from the scavenger's cell. Our supposed leader, a ruthless user of the dark side of the Force and a target and enemy of the Resistance, kissed the very girl he needed to destroy. He kissed her with no care in the world, and now he's given me the proof I needed to overthrow him and get into power.

I storm towards the cell, pride in my strides and a smirk on my face. My heavy, thick, black coat no longer feels like a weight on my shoulders because I know victory is just steps away. I am minutes away from claiming the spot as rightful leader of the First Order and ridding this world of the weak Kylo Ren once and for all.

"General," Phasma's robotic voice drags me out of my fantasy.

"Captain! Just the person I needed to see," I reply, following up by telling her the plan to get rid of our nuisance of a Supreme Leader, and ensuring her that once he's gone, our goals will be accomplished.

I walk up to the doors of the scavenger's cell and open them, and I see Ben Solo embracing Rey, comforting her while her tears stream down her cheeks. I storm in, rage and excitement fueling me, and pull Kylo away from her.

The stormtroopers rush in and grab him as he tries to struggle against them. I hear the girl scream and struggle against one of the stormtroopers as I order the troopers to knock Kylo Ren out, show him no mercy. They hit him again and again, shoot him, then hit him again until he's bleeding and weak and on his knees. His dark hair sticks to his bloody face, his hands and arms wrap around his bleeding abdomen. "That's enough!" I shout, and everything goes still. Kylo Ren collapses, unconscious. Rey runs to him, screaming, sobbing. The stormtroopers drag him out of the cell and the door slams behind me as I leave the girl alone again in her cell.

"What do we do with him?" one of the stormtroopers ask.

"Throw him off the ship, and let him die alone in space. He has no place with us now," I say, pride swelling in my throat and a grin creeping onto my face.

Another trooper then asks, "Who will be our leader then?"

My face fills with enragement and annoyance as I snap, "I am your leader now!" With that the troopers take him away and throw him off, leaving his body to rot alone in the cold vacuum of space.