Join Me... Please ~ Reylo

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Rey breathed slowly, feeling the heat of the lightsaber coming close to her neck. She opened her eyes, and saw the red glow paint her face; the falling snow melting before it could touch it.

"Ben," she said, sharp, "don't do this."

"How did you-"

"I was a friend of your father's," there was a long pause, and Rey felt a wave of sadness forced upon her, though she knew it wasn't her own.

"You can't stop me," he spat through gritted teeth. 

She carefully turned herself around to face him, throwing Luke's lightsaber into the snow.

"Then do it," she whispered, feeling her nose scrunch with anger, "strike me down,"

His eyes narrowed with confusion beneath his mask.

"Who are you?" he asked, shaking his head.

"Rey," she said, using the force to pull a heavy branch from the floor, and towards his head at speed. He turned, and sliced it in two with his light saber. While his back was turned, she brought Luke's saber to her hand and lit it. It instantly clashed with Kylo's, creating a small shower of sparks. She pushed up with all of her strength, trying to fight him off. She looked for his eyes in the mask and, for some reason, couldn't bring herself to look away. 

He felt it too. There was something different about this... Rey girl. When Snoke had sent him to capture her, he didn't expect to be faced with someone so full of spirit. He liked it. It had been too long since he'd been faced with a proper challenge. 

He tore his eyes away for a moment, before returning to their hatefully longing gaze. He screwed up his features in frustration as he quickly thought of what he could do. He dropped to his knees, causing Rey to stumble; stood up and waved his hand in front of her face, making her fall into a deep sleep. He caught her in his arms and swiftly returned to his ship.

As he flew, he felt suddenly guilty. He didn't know why. It didn't quite feel like his own, in a way he couldn't comprehend. As he felt it grow, the girl started mumbling in her sleep.

"Han," she whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks. This caused a twinge in his chest he knew was definitely his. A pain he could never escape from.

"Finn," she continued, making him feel uncomfortable.

Finn? Who was this Finn? And how did he know her? It was then that he regretted having her so close to him. She was... distracting. He should have kept her elsewhere. So many questions flooded his mind about her, almost giving him a headache. 

Where was she from?

Who was Finn?

And, most importantly, how did she end up with his Uncle's lightsaber?

Rey awoke upright in darkness. Unaware of where she was, or how she had gotten there. She tried to move, but felt straps tugging at her arms and restraints the whole way down her body. She could move her head, thankfully. She began to panic slightly. 

"Calm down, Rey. Calm down," she thought, taking deep breaths.

"You're scared," she heard a deep voice echo from the shadows, caressing her ears and sending a from her neck to her fingertips, "don't be,"

"Who's there?"

"You're here for training. I believe, in time, you could be a positive attribute to our cause-"

"Do not speak to me of your cause. Your cause killed the closest I ever had to a father," she said, quickly without thinking. Why would she say that? It was something she couldn't even speak to Finn about, "Coward. Hiding in the shadows. You broke my heart, the least you can do is look me in the eye!" she shouted, before feeling a tight compression around her neck, getting tighter and tighter. She felt herself choke on her words, desperate for air. 

The voice stepped into the light, "You wan't me to look you in the eye?" he grimaced, "Then look!" he said, bitterly, as her face grew close to purple, and he released her from his grasp. 

She let her head fall as she gasped for breath. He moved within centimetres of her face, "look at me," he whispered. She didn't respond, "Look at me!" he screamed, and she threw her head back, then forward, causing a splatter of blood.

"I'm looking," she said, her words full of spite.

He looked at her; a mixture of rage, shock and a hint of admiration consuming him. Nobody had ever had the nerve to do anything like that in the past. 

"Coward," she said, glaring into his eyes, the anger radiating from her whole body. 

He stood up straight and brushed the blood from his face. He walked to her, and struck her with the back of his hand. He didn't use full power. This was a warning shot.

He took her cheeks in his hand and squeezed them together, forcing her to face him, "Let that be a warning," he let go of her, violently and looked into her eyes for a second, before she spat in his face, and he walked away, furious.

How dare she? How dare she violate him in that manor? He was almost starting to think he- never mind. She had shown him now that lenience wasn't an option.