Reylo Oneshots

Nephilim

When Rey took a deep breath out of the thin air, her lungs craved for more.
She never thought about dying in a lock-up, her ankles chained and her hands handcuffed.
The room which held her captive was a white, clear and motionless room.
Only the bright light, bothering her eyes, was directly pointed at her. She could barely move, see and most important, Rey couldn't even breath. The air was fleeing from her lungs. Her chest started to hurt, her arms started to cramp and her eyes started tear up.
" She still keeps the secrets all by herself", said a voice. A rough voice of a man. Redheaded and thin. Clothed in black from neck to toe.
" Sir. Her vital signs are critical", said an other voice. Now a female one, irritated and deformed by a chrome helmet.
" No worries, Commander. She's stronger as you might think".
" She might be strong but silly in the way of thinking she could sneak into our center. Stupid girl", the woman said, while taking a step forward.
" Don't underestimate the enemy, Phasma".
The redhead stopped the torture. It just needed a simple wave of a hand to stop this agony for Rey, to stop the bitter torment.
The young woman slumped down, catching her breath, as her head already blushed dark red. Even her eyes, former green, had turned crimson.
And she was gasping, coughing. But the needed air refused to cringe back.
"Enough for today. The girl has to last for little longer". Rey hated this redhead. Hux was ruthless, without any emotions. Only capable of serving the evil.
" Sweet dreams, Scavenger".

The man opened his eyes. It was dark. The stars seemed to hide themselves, not hefty enough to present their light.
So the man closed his eyes again but this made no difference. Not even the slightest.
However hard he tried in all his passed life. There never was a difference, a change, when he tried to end the dark by opening his eyes.
These shadows, they always came back. Covering his body like a second and third skin. They adapted his movements, his thinking.
In the daytime, silent whispering distracted his mind, but at the time he closed his eyes and welcomed the dark. Screams were following his dreams and stealing his peace.
So after time and time. These voices never stopped.
So, the dark and the boy, who became a man, melded into one character.
A figure, formed out of what once felt peace and love, and the curse of a disgraced bloodline.

Kylo Ren.