RESISTANCE ━━ k. ren ✓

viii

The next morning, you wake up in a cold sweat.

Your dreams have been plagued with him.

You banish the images to the farthest part of your mind.

He is a monster. He has killed thousands of innocents. He is also the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

You sigh.

This whole kidnapping thing is going to be a lot harder than you thought.

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You shower quickly not wanting to keep Kylo waiting.

As he promised, there's a couple sets of clothes in the bathroom.

You slip into a black leggings and a black long sleeve shirt.

You tying your dripping wet hair up in a ponytail.

Suddenly, a flash back hits you.

You're first day of training with Luke. You run to the bathroom and run back. The Jedi robes fit you perfectly. There's a dark red symbol where a breast pocket would be. It's the Jedi symbol.

Suddenly, there's a knock at your door. You can instantly tell it's Rey. You open the door and she's standing there waiting for you. She eyes your wet hair dripping onto your robes.

You smile at her and she smiles back.

You gasp, clutching at your head.

You can't do this right now. You're going to be late and Kylo will punish you.

But Rey.

The thought of her sends another shoot of pain through your head

Rey. You call out in your mind. You cast it out like how Luke taught you. Rey, I need you. There's palpable anguish in your voice.

Faintly, you here someone talking.

"-strid? Astrid!"

"Rey!" You say out loud. "Rey help me!"

"Astrid! Where are you?"

"I don't know Rey. I don't know."

"Ho...we're coming. Hold...trid." Rey's voice cuts in and out.

"Rey hurry. Please." You beg her.

Pain shoots through your head.

You cry out and your mind slams a door on whatever Force connection was just going on.

You fall on the bathroom rug, clutching your head in pain.

A tear slips out from your right eye.

"Rey.... Rey I need you." You whisper.

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*Kylo's POV*

I stalk around the training room, itching to break something.

Astrid is an hour late.

I scream in frustration, my hand grabbing my lightsaber almost automatically.

I ignite it, the dangerous looking crossguard saber spitting sparks everywhere.

Stupid cracked Kyber Crystal. I think to myself.

I swing the saber around angrily. There's nothing I could destroy here. I need all of it for training Astrid.

Astrid.