Starlight (A Reylo Story)

2. Kylo

||Kylo||

The mask suffocated him. But the feeling wasn't foreign to him. He had been suffocating his entire life. He wouldn't take it off though. That mask was the only thing that kept him away from the light. And why would he want to go back? No one there wanted him. No one cared enough. Instead they were busy being scared of him and looking for ways to get rid of him. At least with the First Order, he was feared and respected. Master Snoke ensured that the moment he introduced him as his apprentice.

His ship approached Jakku. He would get the map leasing to Luke Skywalker and he'd finally get his revenge. As the imposing shuttle craft landed near the transport vehicles, he couldn't help the warmth that engulfed him. Something about the desert planet made him feel so serene that his frantic heartbeats slowing down. The door opened and he exited through the wind and the smoke. He always liked his entries as dramatic as himself. It made him less nervous and helped have the upper hand. He strode through the chaos towards Lor San Tekka, an old explorer and a family friend. He almost snorted at the thought of those people being his family. Family don't abandon each other against the first threat in sight. He stopped before San Tekka, dwarfing him.

"Look how old you've become." He barely recognized his own voice. He hated it.

"Something far worse has happened to you." The statement was laced with so much pity and irony, it hit a nerve.

"You know what I've come for."

"I know where you came from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren." San Tekka stated calmly. Kylo ignored him

"The map to Skywalker. We know you've found it and now you're going to give it to the First Order."

"The first order rose from the dark side... you did not." San reminded Kylo.

"I'll show you the dark side." Kylo growled at him.

"You may try but you cannot deny the truth that is your family." Kylo fought the urge to scream that those peaople weren't his family. But instead he pulled his lightsaber and ignited. He couldn't stop himself. He was no longer in control of his own body, nor thoughts.

"You're so right." Of course he was right. He was the grandson of Vader. And he would live up to that. Those were his last thoughts as he ripped the saber across San Tekka. A young man, maybe few years older than himself, ran at him firing. Kylo recognized him as Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the resistance. He used to see him around the base before he was sent away. His mother adored him. The more reason to despise him.

With a simple raise of his hand, Poe's blast froze. The bolt of energy strained and vibrated mid air. A stormtrooper grabbed the pilot and dragged him to Kylo, kicking his legs causing him to land hard on his knees. Poe glared at Kylo Ren who kneeled to his level and studied him. It wasn't much of using the force. He simply studied his body language. Despite the confident and arrogant demeanor that circled around him, Kylo could clearly see that Poe was nervous. And using the force only confirmed his suspicions. San Tekka had given the map to the pilot.

"So who talks first? You talk first?" Kylo would've chuckled at his failed attempt to disguise his nervousness as sass. But he hadn't laughed in years.

"The old man gave it to you." He stated raising his eyebrow but then rolled hiseyes as he realised Poe couldn't actually see his face. As if reading his thoughts, the pilot waved his hands around gesturing to the mask.