CRIMSON DESTRUCTION [KYLO REN X READER] BOOK III

5

Things got even more strange as the days went on.

Kylo didn't do much. At all.

He spoke very little to you. He ate only a small amount a day, no matter how you begged him to try and eat more. He slowly began to lose weight, to grow angrier, more impatient; he began to change.

He wasn't Kylo anymore. He wasn't Ben anymore. 

He was so different. It was like you didn't know him.

He didn't touch you, didn't kiss you, didn't seem to love you anymore, like he used to. Was he bored? Was he unhappy suddenly? You couldn't come up with an answer. 

You were so worried about him. 

You couldn't really place a memory where Ben was a stranger to you. Even when you first found out you were betrothed and met him on that step, requesting that he remove his helmet, you knew him. Those brown eyes and dark curls sparked your memory and lifted the veil that covered your eyes. 

He was familiar. He was no stranger. 

Now, you did not know him. 

A week after he started to act different, you woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. The sheets were cold. You looked up, looked around in the deep blue darkness, and saw absolutely no one. You were all alone. 

Your heart started to beat fast with worry for him as you stood up out of bed and wrapped a thin shaw around you. You walked out of the door slowly, softly, pausing to slip your feet into your boots; it was freezing. 

You made your way into the cold kitchen, where you saw him standing in the darkness of the room, silently. You jumped back with a gasp.

"Force, Ben, you scared me," you whispered, placing a hand on your heart. You laughed softly, pressing your palm to your forehead. "Nearly killed me. What are you doing awake? It's so late." 

He turned, very, very slow.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Ben?"

His eyes were unmistakably yellow.

"What-?"

And then you heard a buzzing sound.

Red illuminated across his face as he ignited his lightsaber, keeping it pointed at the ground. 

You jumped back in surprise. "What - what are you doing? Put that away." 

"I have to leave." His voice was shaking.

"Leave?"

"Yes."

You blinked. "Where to?"

"Back to the Order," he said.

"Back to the Order? Ben, my love, we were almost executed by the First Order. We are no longer affiliated with them. We ran away, we are criminals hiding from the law - from their law. And you want to go back?"

"I have to go back," he said. "I can't waste my days here any longer."

Waste. That stung.

"O-Okay. Are you going to leave without me?"

"Yes," he said.

"What?" You shook your head, completely not understanding. You were breaking. "Ben-"

"It isn't Ben anymore," he interrupted.

You shook your head, still not understanding.

"Don't look at me like that. I have seen it. You aren't going to join me," he said. "You're holding me back, drawing me to the Light. Keeping me from my true destiny!" He slashed the weapon through the air, clashing it against the table. It sliced through the legs of it, causing it to crash to the floor.

"Ben!" you cried, stumbling backwards. "What is this? What are you doing?"

"You have to join me, or die," he was saying, walking over to you. 

"What?" you hissed, backing into the doorway of the bedroom. "You're - you're going to kill me? Your wife?"

He held out a hand. "The Sith calls to me, ___. Together, you and I can fulfill what we were meant to do." 

You shook your head. "The Sith? You wanted to end the Sith." You took a step closer to him. "Is someone telling you this?" 

The look on his face told you yes.

"Who? Who told you to do this? Who-"

He cried out and the red blade split the doorway open wider. The heat of it touched your skin. A scream burst out of you as you fell down by the bed, breathing heavily, eyes frozen wide.

"You pathetic follower of the Light."

"I am no woman of the Light, you know that," you said.

"You reject the Sith," he said. "Even my grandfather knew of its power, knew of the success of it."

"Your grandfather was slain despite being a powerful Sith-"

He shouted in anger, stepping forward and pointing the weapon at your throat.

"Stop being an ignorant fool and join me," he hissed, spit flying from his lips. You gaped at him in silence, and he softened, taking in the fear in your eyes. He spoke calmly now. Gentle. "My love. Please."

You stood up on your feet, shaking and gripping the chair for balance. You walked around it, gripping the back.

"The Sith? This is not you. This is not the man who married me."

"It is," he assured you.

"No. No - you... you are going down a path that I cannot follow," you whispered. "I don't understand, Ben. I-"

"It isn't Ben," he said, angry again. His arm swung, and you ducked behind the chair, crying. "Ben is dead, and so will you be."

The chair fell apart in front of you. You quickly stood up, staggering backwards, hand out, seeing your husband move forward to end your life-

"No!" you sobbed. "Ben, stop!" 

He didn't, and so, using the Force, you brought the walls and ceiling down on top of the two of you.

The heavy darkness engulfed you, and you fell on your back as you were sucked into the abyss.

/ / /

Surprisingly, you did not die. 

The bed had cracked in two as everything came down. You were laying on the center of it, where it had collapsed. A layer of wood covered you; so close to your body that your chest nearly touched it. 

You slowly began to push the beams of wood down, created a sliver where the moonlight poured in. 

Careful movements, gentle pushes, and soft cries filled your next few minutes as you managed to escape from the suffocating pile of destruction that covered you. You crawled out on your hands and knees, splinters stabbing your palms, sharp pieces cutting your dress. You stood up and tripped, falling again, catching yourself on what remained of the chimney. 

You looked behind you, chest heaving with scared breaths. 

You began to sob.

You could feel his presence in the Force. He was alive beneath the rubble, but he was trapped.

You nearly moved the pieces of wood covering him. The thought of him getting hurt-

He tried to kill you.

Your hand froze. You turned around, backing down from the pile of rubble. 

His presence was full of anger, hate, and you were scared of it. 

You were scared of him.

For the first time, you were scared of your Ben, your Kylo.

You turned and started to flee to the woods, hoping you could get enough trees to cover you before he managed to free himself from the weight on top of him.