Sin

Chapter Three

-Syn's POV-

I wake up wide eyed with pain in my heart. Did yesterday really happen? Has my entire life changed within an instant? I scan my cell, or room, I am not entirely sure how to address my current situation. I was once a slave and now I am a high-end slave? I can only imagine what the First Order will make me do. The disfigured man in the burgundy room was saying he could feel the force with me? This does not make sense. I come from a life of poverty, both of my parents are slaves. I have nothing.

I gather my thoughts and begin my plan of action. I was a slave and a scavenger my entire life. I know how to somewhat defend myself and make shit ways to survive. I glance around the room to find anything that I could use for a weapon, but to no avail. They prepped this room so that it was impossible to harm anyone.. and myself.

A thought sparks into my head as I run to the bathroom. I grab the metal rod that the towel I used was neatly placed on the night before. Removing the black metal bar from the rack, I consider how I will use this for protection. Hitting him over the head? Slamming his knee caps out? I sigh in defeat. If this is all I have, I am fucked.

I make my way back to the room and shovel through the dresser of clothes once again. I look for something that will fit comfortably, and if I escape, will benefit the journey ahead of me. I find tight black pants and a long sleeve skin tight black top. I quickly run my fingers through my tangled locks and braid my hair so that it falls down my back. That is when I hear a knock at the door-

My eyes scatter, grabbing my only weapon and heading to the side of the door so that I am unable to be seen. I don't respond to the knock. Taking a deep breath and squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, I hear the cell door slide open. My eyes quickly flick open and the nervousness begins to settle. My palms are dripping in sweat and my stomach feels like it is upside down, but no one enters. I wait patiently confused for my masked intruder.

In an instant, I am in the air and my small weapon is dropped to the floor.

You really think you could kill me with a towel rack? The mechanical voice scoffs at my idea. The only idea and option I was left with, might I add.

I want to kick and scream and thrash against him. I want him to feel my pain and understand what he has done to me, my life, my parents..

Oh, but I do understand. He blankly responds.

He continues to step closer to me while keeping me trained in the air. I can feel the tears brimming my eyes yet again. His mask is now inches from my face. I try to peer into him, but it is just endless black. Silver streaks of metal line the top his helmet and line the visor that is in place of his eyes. His mask hides his features, his voice, emotions. I was captured by an emotionless killing machine that haunts me with his menacing helmet and  mechanical voice.

You will begin training as my apprentice effective tomorrow. My voice is stuck in my throat. He has such a strong hold on me that he is keeping me from responding. Defeat overwhelms me. How am I ever supposed to devote my life and growth to a man that slaughtered my family only for the benefit of his corrupted government? Anger boils inside of me.

You will no longer be harmed if you comply. He drops me to the floor with the finishing of his sentence. He stands so still, so poised, like a statue made of stone.

The door slides shut behind him while he maintains his ground. I look up to my hidden kidnapper. The mask I have grown so much to hate picks and taunts me. I can feel him studying me even though his eyes are hidden, and I watch him as well. His body radiates hatred and evil, but he remains so controlled.

He drops me to the floor and that's when I feel it. A black sheet-like matter fills my head. Slipping and seeping a dark cloud throughout my thoughts. The pain tingles in my temples and throbs at the top of my skull. I wince in pain, putting my hands on my head for pressure.

Syn Nu- I gasp at the his learning of my name.

You will learn the ways of the force and you will be a part of the Dark Side. You will help the First Order accomplish rule over the entire galaxy.

I stay on the floor, mortified. I let my gaze fall from the patronizing mask and keep my eyes fixated on the ground. He makes me feel like the smallest thing on this planet.

The door opens once again, and I watch as his boots turn him in the other direction. And he's gone again.

-Kylo's POV-

I storm from her room feeling the anger and power illuminate from every step. Storm Troopers that pass me flinch in fear at my very presence.

I arrive back into the Supreme Leader's thrown room to discuss my findings of the girl. I fall to one knee to show my loyalties and remain until he addresses me.

Supreme Leader, the girl is too weak. She refuses her apprenticeship.

Snoke leans back against his thrown with an annoyed expression. His hands tighten their grip on the arms of his thrown.

You will make her, and I do not care how you go about it. The authority of his voice filled the room. Snoke then begins to send a low laugh that echoes through me.

Better yet, I will show her the ways of the dark side. I look up to see a mischievous grin planted across his face as he formulates a plan.