Cruel Destiny | Kylo Ren

Monster

Footsteps pattering quickly down the halls, leading and twining down each passage way so fast as if to lose me, General Hux always walked with a purpose.

Far ahead and never turning back to check if I still followed, my heart was racing just trying to keep up with his quick pace. Blaster swaying by his side and tucked into his gun holder, I can feel bile rise in my throat when I am reminded of the memory of him using the weapon to shoot my Father—but like everyone else, there was never anything I could do about the hatred I held towards the man ahead.

This far into Finalizer, only StormTroopers and the occasional General are the passerbys. Whoever walks in these passageways is either large and heavily armed or like Hux: a leader who considers themselves untouchable beyond a weapon—and they are untouchable.

Whilst I slink into the shadow of General Hux's frame, trying to keep my footsteps quiet in attempts to not cause any attention, most who I pass still stare behind their masks or furrow their brows in my direction. It didn't help that General Hux was so well known and he made his presence heard with hard-soled shoes that allowed his quick footsteps to echo off the walls, announcing his and my arrival to all in, what seemed, a several hundred metre radius.

Just as another General walks by, his uniform fitted and black which proved his worthy, he gives me a perplexed look, almost thinking I am a lost slave until he realises who I follow. I sigh as I cross my arms around my stomach; hiding myself.

I'm curious to see who walks these halls so fearlessly, but with every expression, I knew quickly it wasn't common for—what looked like—a slave to be so high up on Finalizer.

I clear my throat and quicken my pace, attempting to catch up to General Hux, who I would have presumed, had forgotten about me purposely.

"Why are we going so far?" I ask him, keeping my voice flat and distant, for I didn't want to speak to him at all if it weren't for my perplexity, "Isn't the main hospital ward on the ground floor?"

When I walk beside the General, I realise I have never been this close to the red-haired man.

Hux was blessed with an unusual amount of height, not much smaller than Kylo but he lacked the bulk. He must be middle aged, yet he has the build of younger. Whilst also, he has the face of a stern statue, eyes only rolling as he listens to my questions. Skin pale and muscles weak, I wondered for a moment how he had become so highly ranked in the First Order with his lack of physique—until I remembered his ruthlessness in just the glint of evil beyond his blue eyes as he looked over to me. 

"Yes, it is," He deadpanned, his eyes from their peripherals, flicking from my face to my stomach in which I tried to hide. "But Snoke thought it would be more... appropriate, if we kept you away from public eye. You're relocating to another ward, tucked away for only the higher-ups, although, you don't seem to be worthy in my opinion."

Not considering the sly dig he made but following his gaze to my already, swollen womb—my stomach knots.

"Oh."

The new hospital room is small and the lights are so bright I feel as if I am cooking beneath them. When General Hux finally leaves after ordering me to lay on the bed, I breathe a sigh of relief that I didn't know I was holding within this whole time.

Gleaming counter tops and shelves holding medical supplies on one wall and the rest bare until the main feature which was just all glass where through it, a galaxy greets me back with as much coolness as these thin, cold sheets below me did—this place certainly isn't run by risk-takers as the space was bright and sterile, lacking even a fingernail of warmth.