Kylo Ren's POV
When I left the room, my hands were shaking. They always used to do that, whenever I was anxious or afraid. It was one of the things Luke had tried to teach me, how to be calm and present at all times, but I had never mastered it under him. It wasn't until I left, until I became Kylo Ren, that I was finally rid of the pathetic habit.
But now it was back. I stumbled into a lift that would take me to my chambers and leaned against the wall, pressing my thumbs into my temples.
I was having an embarrassing reaction to something that should've been easy. And yet, for some reason, I felt terrified. The whole process was just so strange and primitive. This wasn't how creating children was supposed to be.
Finally, I reached my rooms and shoved open the door. Once I'd collapsed on my bed, I ripped off my gloves and stared angrily at my trembling hands. It wasn't the Breeder's fault, or mine, it was my parents. They probably had me because they knew they'd be bringing true power into the world, someone who'd be strong with the force, a child they thought they could manipulate and bend to their will.
And I was following in their footsteps: creating a child only for his power.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I punched the walls with my bare hands until the middle knuckle on my left hand split open. I clutched it to my chest, watched the blood trickle down, running parallel to the blue veins that pushed up out of my flesh. And when I cried, I told myself it was because of the pain.
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Breeder ~ A Kylo Ren Fanfiction
FanfictionSet before Episode VII, Astrid is taken from her home planet to serve as one of the Breeders on Starkiller Base, tasked with giving birth to the next generation of First Order leaders and warriors. But despite no how much she tries to convince herse...
