Tormented • Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

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    "Can see it from the way you're looking at me, you don't think I'm worth your time"

PRESENT DAY

Victoria let out a sigh, flopping down on the pilot's seat of her ship. It was small enough and old enough to work perfectly but not attract any unwanted attention.

She turned her head towards her brother, Damon, who sat beside her eating a carrot.

"Personally," he began, his cocky attitude already shining through. "That you should attend that meeting. Have the them think that your loyalty to the Resistance is shifting. Unstable."

Victoria rolled her eyes. "You really think I can just so easily trick the general of the First Order? Hux may be ridiculous, but he's no idiot. Snoke knows who he appointed as his general."

Damon nodded slightly. "Fair point, but what's the harm in trying? It's not like they can really do anything to either of us. And definitely not you. Besides, who knows? Rejecting Hux's proposal might give you momentary joy."

She shook her head in exhaustion, another sigh leaving her lips. "Maybe. I mean, you do have a fair point." Another sigh. "Fuck. When did everything get so messed up? I'm on a wild goose chase for the Falcon, another hunt for our brother without any leads, and now Hux contacts me for our weapons."

Damon and Victoria discovered a secret weapons business that had been in their family for centuries a few years ago. It was safe to say that they were confused to say the least. They also learned that they're father had been the one to shut it down, believing that a famous family filled with Jedi shouldn't be making weapons that only support war effort.

They revived the business, still keeping it secret except to other businesses and their only client. The Resistance. It was admittedly Damon's idea to sell their renowned weapons that had centuries of perfecting throughout their family exclusively to the Resistance. How could Victoria not agree?

Damon shrugs. "Another day in the life, I suppose. Let's just get out of this ship, we've been in Jakku for hours and you've get to step foot on that desert." With a reluctant nod, Victoria got up and they made their out of their ship, leaving C-3PO alone inside as security.

When they arrived at the market place, they split up and proceeded to ask veiled questions about the Falcon and it's whereabouts. And with clearly expensive attire like theirs and that powerful Salvatore aura, people were usually willing to give up just about anything.

"I'm on the hunt for an old ship I can use for travelling, is there anything you could recommend?"

"Hi, I was hoping you could maybe have a cheap ship available. Can anyone really blame me for wanting to fly on a budget?"

"Have you seen a stolen ship nearby? My ship got stolen from my home while I was away, and I've been looking for it everywhere."

However, no one had what they were looking for.

Victoria growled in frustration. "Where could the most famous ship in the galaxy be? We've been looking for it everywhere!" She said as she marched towards angrily. "Like, come-" She got cut off by an explosion nearby.

The eruption was huge, sand was flying everywhere, and people could already be heard screaming. Damon grinned, a true mischievous grin unlike his signature smirk. "Well, nothing like a little adventure to take your mind off of this shit." He said.

They shared a glance, then looked back at what was unfolding in front of them. After seeing Victoria's surpressed smile, Damon's smirk came back with full force and they immediately bolted to the scene.

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PRESENT DAY

Kylo Ren left the interrogation room feeling empowered. He was closer than ever to finding Skywalker, to finally getting rid of the thorn in his side. The light.

Oh, how is frustrated him. His small urges to be more gentle with the Knights of Ren. The tug at his heartstrings whenever he sees frightened kids, no older than he was when he met Victoria. It's disgusting.

His train of thought came to a halt when his eyes landed on the General, Artimage Hux. "What do you want?" Needless to say, the Commander's tone was less than pleasant.

Hux scowled at him. "Enough acting like a teenager having gone through a mood swing. We have an important visitor coming soon, and i'm going to need you to keep an eye on her throughout her entire time here."

"And why would I do that?" Kylo's bored tone and his clear repulsion at talking to Hux was impossible to miss. It sent Hux over the edge. "Because," began Hux, already fuming. "I don't trust her, and neither should you. She's dangerous and hates everyone here. The last thing anyone needs is her finding out a secret during her stay, Commander." He spat.

Ren took a step closer to Hux, towering over him slightly. "Understood, General."

His pale face already pink with anger, Hux stormed away, yelling orders to stormtroopers left and right. Kylo didn't need to suppress his smile from behind his black mask.

He made his way back to his room, the only place he's even remotely okay with taking his mask off in. There's no one with him. No one point out that the man behind the mask isn't a robotic monster. No one to point out that it's a costume. A façade.

5 minutes. That's all he needed to just regain his composure and calm down from the excitement of having gone exceedingly closer to finding his uncle. He thought back to his interrogation of Poe Dameron.

His dark figure entered the interrogation room. His thick black cap trailed behind him, his hood covering his masked head, his unopened lightsaber hanging on his belt. He looked like a force to be reckoned with it and he knew it, yet he briefly wondered if the notorious pilot even cared.

He saw Poe look at him, assessing his own appearance. "You know," Dameron said after a moment. "You looked more intimidating back on that battlefield. Maybe it was cause you had your little soldiers around you. Now you just look funny."

Dameron soon regretted his words.

Kylo replayed the scene in his over and over again. He was so close to finally ending his torment. He was finally close to getting rid of Luke Skywalker.

He raised a gloved to Dameron's face. He could feel the force bending to his will, choking the pilot. He knew exactly how much pain he was causing the Resistance pilot internally.

Dameron started making loud choking sounds, his body convulsing. Kylo smirked, then lowered his arm down to his side. "Prepared to tell me where the map is now?"

Poe gasped for air. "N-never I won't betray Lei-", He was cut off by the sound of his own desperate gasps for oxygen. His body felt like it was about to explode. He yelled and cried out in pain, but Ren was persistent.

The final confession brought chills to his spine. It was almost scary how close he was to what he's been wanting to do for years. After all that's happened since the massacre, Kylo thought he was as prepared as he'll ever be to strike the killing blow to Luke.

"Fine! It's in a BB unit that belongs to the Resistance!" Dameron yelled, relieved when the pain had stopped yet horrified at what he'd done. And he had no idea what series of events he just began.

Lmao bitches it's me.
I'm back.
With a new chapter.
Long time no see wtf.

Anyways I have a shit ton planned for this story and I have a huge plot prepared in my head. And I really can't wait to share it on here.
- M.E.