Loving the Enemy: A Reylo WWII Story

La Fin de la vie

Author's Notes:Thank you for reading this! I really appreciate everyone who has taken all the time out of their busy days to read my story. I know this has been a pretty long fanfic, but thanks for sticking with it! This being my first story ever published anywhere, I am incredibly sad that it is coming to an end with this final chapter. I hope you enjoy this final chapter, and I am apologizing ahead of time for the ending. But I wanted this story to be real from the beginning and I have seen it ending like this in my mind from day 1 and I wanted to follow the story through. I plan on starting another story within the next few weeks, so keep an eye out for my stuff! It would mean the world to me if you would like my story or follow me or give me some feedback on whether you enjoyed the french flair or not! Thanks so much! Its been one hell of a ride! ❤️

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As the German soldiers rushed in, Rey backed up against the wall, looking around her to see if there was anyway to destroy or hide the dozens of crates packed with hundreds of contraband rebel weapons. But it was too late; the german soldiers were like a dog on the hunt and they had their prey locked in their jaws; Rey was as good as dead. When the first soldier reached Rey, she didn't bother putting up a fight; there was no Ren to save her this time, no sweet-talking that could be done, this was it. The soldier bound her hands and feet, pushed her knees to the ground, and pressed his gun into her temple. 

 Rey turned to look at Poe as she saw the soldiers rapidly close in on him. Poe quickly grabbed a gun out of his waistband and pointed it at her. Why wasn't he trying to shoot the soldiers? Was he aiming for the soldier that stood next to her and she was only misreading the situation? Was it an act? Rey saw Poe's lips mouth out "traitor" as his eyes locked onto hers and his finger pulled the trigger. Rey felt the force of the bullet hitting her leg, but she didn't feel any immediate pain. All she felt was heaviness in her limb as she struggled to keep from toppling over from shock and panic. She watched as the guards neared Poe and as Poe lifted the gun to his own head and fired, his eyes still locked on hers. Rey didn't get a chance close her eyes when he fired; she was too shocked by what had just had happened. All Rey could do was turn away from Poe's now bursted head and turn towards Ren. Rey was in shock; she felt empty and broken as she watched Ren's soldiers tackle him to the ground, pin him against the cold floor, and shackle his hands after dozens of blow to his head. Rey shifted her attention to Ren's second in command, Lieutenant General Hux as he walked down the stairs, the light from Poe's, now dropped, flickering candle playing on his face; twisting it into demonic expressions. 

Hux walked slowly down the stairs, stopping briefly on each step to savor the sight of a squirming Ren on the floor surrounded by french resistance weapons, the french girl bleeding on the floor, and the splattered remains of a prominent french resistance leader. 

Hux had noticed that something had been changing in Ren since they had first arrived in the little village. He first started to grow suspicious when Ren started spent an unprecedented amount of time in the home he was being housed at; typically Ren preferred to keep a close watch on his soldiers and stay in the barracks as much as possible. Hux's suspicion heightened when he noticed that Ren had a growing attachment to the brunette he was staying with. Hux had heard about Ren brutally attacking his soldiers in a bunker after they tried to rape Rey. Hux had observed Ren's reaction to Rey in the town square after her beating. Hux had even interrogated Rey's launderer to find out if there had been any fluids on Rey's sheets or if one of the beds had been untouched when the other sullied. Ren had grown attached to a whore before, but never like this. Now, Ren had betrayed his cause for some french slut. Hux's lips curled in disgust. Hux now saw how Rey's eyes trained on Ren and how Ren refused to look at Rey. Ren had thrown away everything, even his role as General of South East France. Hux would have laid down his life to have that power, title, and control even for a second. And Ren threw that away all over some french slut who he couldn't even look in the eyes now.