Dyad: The force of a new beginning.

Hidden plans

No matter how bad Rey was feeling she wouldn't give them the satisfaction to see her cry.

After he burned enough of her arm's skin the trooper rejoiced on seeing Rey faint for a second, and then decided that the saber would make things faster, so instead he got out a dagger.

Rey avoided to look at her arm but the rope was getting close to the injury and it scorched so much that her eyes couldn't help but water as she took deep breaths.

"Do you want to beg for your life?" the trooper nagged her.

"May I at least know the name of the coward who's taking my life?" Rey said through greeted teeth.

"I'm no coward!" he took off his helmet and stepped closer to Rey, slapping her.

"Take a good look, because I am the last thing you'll see and I'll be more than grateful to get the reward for your head"

She spat right to his face and her saliva slid down his eye.

"Wait!" He wiped his face and ordered for them not to fire, Rey had managed to make him as mad as he could be.

He slammed her head on the tree and kicked her legs.

Rey used the distraction, if that's what you would call it, to make the snow crunch and some of the bushes to move.

"What is she doing?! should we fire sir?" one of the soldiers quickly asked.

"I'm- I'm not doing anything!" a string of saliva and blood fell from her mouth, she swallowed her blood closing her eyes.

"Some of you, go check if anyone's coming, the rest of you, aim at her head."

Ten here, fourteen far away, Rey counted. Somehow she managed to move further bushes and make more snow marks so the soldiers would walk further. If she was planning on taking them out then she'll at least need a little numerical advantage.

"Rey... Rey, you are a pain in the ass of the galaxy" he dragged the knife up and down her neck.

"Look at me when I talk to you!" he punched her injured arm sending fire through her veins.

She bit hard on her lips not to shout.

"What?! Just kill me already!" When he brought the knife to her neck she closed her eyes, and a voice, her own voice, called her. The dark version of herself, the part of her heritage she never wanted looked at her.

Do it. She encouraged herself, a mischevious smile grew on her face as lightning surrounded her.

No, I won't. She could save herself without using that. She was sure.

"Sorry" the man said making a small cut on Rey's neck.

Do it! Her sith version yelled at her.

"You know what? Give me the saber. That will be more fun" Rey was sweating and tired of the abuse, the cold, the fear, the fight with herself.

I'll do it MY way. Before he could reach the saber she lifted it from the snow and send it in a violent circle, killing off the troopers that were aming at her and sending the knife and the blaster flying far away from her attacker.

"Untie me! Now!" she ordered him. He didn't move, he watched her in fear but decided that he may still have the upper hand.

"You are going to untie me!" Rey said firmer, using most of the force left in her.

"I'm going to untie you" He slowly did as she ordered and let her go, Rey got her saber and meditated about killing him, but he would answer for what he'd done.