I will not hurt you

Help Him

Mera's P.O.V

I jolt up in my bed, pushing the blankets off of me to begin pacing the room. I shake out my wrists and ankles, looking up to prevent myself from crying. No dream has ever been as vivid as the one that just played in my head. 

I was in a dark room, and it was freezing cold. A group of robots surrounded a table, screams of agony coming from it. The screams felt never ending, I tried to turn away but a force pushed my back towards the scene. The closer I walked the bigger the knot in my stomach felt, trying to shove it's way up to my throat despite my efforts to keep it contained. I leaned over the shoulder of one of the many droids, they looked like the older ones used by The Old Empire before stormtroopers came about. I was invisible to them, either that or they did not pay any mind to me. 

What I saw made me want to fall to my knees, a man with his legs cut off below the knees and one arm sawed below the elbow laid on the surgical table. The droids poked at his burn wounds, which made him nearly unrecognizable. His mouth was drawn in a tight line, he was trying so hard not to cry, assuming the salt in his tears would sting like hell against his open flesh. I could feel every ounce of his pain, but in his heart there was something other than hatred. 

Love.

He still felt love in his heart for a woman whom I have never heard of, through his screams of agony and suffering I tried to find her. She too was hurting terribly, but in a different way. Childbirth, that was the only explanation for her yelps and cries. The majority of the young man's hatred came from the thought of her. He didn't hate her, but the idea of her suffering and him not being able to help hurt him much more than the needles consistently poking at his vulnerable skin. 

The droids attached a robotic leg to each knee and an arm at his elbow,  he was complete again but hardly alive. The life was slipping out of him by the second, and the clock was about to chime until an oxygen mask was place on his swollen and bloody face. His eyes were confused as the black mass descended onto him, they searched for something that wasn't there. 

Before his face was shielded from the rest of his surrounding he whispered something barely audible, something no one but me heard. 

"Help me Padme", he wheezed as the mask engulfed his face. His breathing stopped for seconds, which felt like minutes. 

Another park of his helmet was added to the oxygen mask, and his breathes became a slow inhale and exhale that was able to be heard loudly. The droids covered the rest of his limbs with black clothing and shells, making his entire body covered from head to toe with the armor. The table began to rise from his head to a ninety degree angle, I stumbled backwards to not run into one of the droids. It caused me to bump into a tall man, his face was hooded but the bottom half I could see was in a terrible condition. Veins like lightning bolts rained on his face, and his lips were scarred and chapped. His eyes glowed like yellow, becoming brighter as the young man was raised up. 

"Lord Vader" the hooded man whispered, "can you hear me?".

My heart is grabbed out of my chest, my stomach felt weak and I had the urge to fall to my knees while crying. 

I had just witnessed the creation of Darth Vader, I covered my mouth to contain my sobs. 

"Yes, Master" Vader hissed through the mask.

His head slowly turned to face his Master.

 "Where is Padme?" he asked, "is she safe? Is she alright?"

She isn't alright, the feeling in his heart is gone. He knows that she is no longer alive. 

"It seems, in your anger, you killed her." His master said. But it's not true, he was lying to him. He was not the one who killed Padme. She passed away in childbirth. Why would he have lied to him? I stood in front of Vader, I am so small compared to him but I stand my ground. Before I am able to open my mouth he yelled "no!", everything near us is crushed. All vials of medicine and beakers of blood spewed in every direction. My feet fly off the floor into a wall, the back of my head hit the cold metal hard and I felt myself start to drift off. 

A man approached me, his hand outstretched to help me up. I cannot see his face, but I took his hand anyway. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, and tilted my chin up. Leather gloves grazed side of my face, I felt safe next to the figure. 

"Show yourself." I leaned my face into his hand as I said it.

I blinked and there he was. 

Kylo Ren stood in front of me, maskless. 

I fell back onto the ground, scrambling away from him. 

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, he continued to approach me. 

"help him", A female voice swirled around me, "bring him home to me Mera."

It was Leia.