Remember me (a Kylo Ren story)

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My eyes feel heavier than usual as I try to open them. Once they're finally open, my surroundings are unfamiliar and dark. The ceilings are adorned with deep grey color, silver gated walls and polished black floors. My eyes find my body, laying on a small table of some sort. My arms and legs are free of injuries but are restrained. Chills climb up my spine. "It's freezing here." I think to myself. "I prefer the colder temperature." A voice says, causing me to gasp. "How long have you been in here?" I ask as Kylo stands from his seated position.

"Long enough to hear you talking in your sleep." He speaks, as the heat rises in my cheeks. "Why am I here? I don't see how I'm any use to you." I retorted, my eyes meeting his. "Ah, well you see, you are very useful to me. You and your sister both know very important information that I need. I couldn't get it out of her, but maybe you will be more willing to cooperate," He wastes no time before he tries to push his way through my mind. The pressure in my head builds rapidly, as I groan in pain, choking as I gasp for air.

"I'm not giving you anything." The force straining my voice. He laughs. "You sound just like your sister, except she was smart enough to fight back. Yet here you are, just allowing me to cause you this suffering. I guess, maybe she is the stronger Jedi in the family." My anger begins to grow with each word that leaves his mouth, bringing back the welcoming passion I felt on Starkiller. 

But it didn't scare me this time, instead I allow the feeling to grow, sending waves of heat through my body. "Well, if you can even call it a family. After all your own parents didn't even want y-" With the flick of my wrist, his words are paused and I send him flying back against the metal wall. Raising two fingers, I slowly left Kylo off the ground and crushed his airway.

"You will not speak to me that way. You of all people know how hard I trained." I speak through gritted teeth. I relax my hand and watch him fall to his knees. His hand stays rested on his neck when we lock eyes again, a small smile plastered on his face. "The Supreme Leader was right, the dark side resides in you. Anger and passion fueling it." He walks over and tucks a loose hair behind my ear. "I'll be back, maybe next time you'll give me what I want." He turns, walking towards the door. He turns around and smirks.

"Until then, I bid you farewell. My dearest Emery." I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding in. His words leave me uneasy. "The dark resides in you." The words replay in my head. I had spent months pushing away the voices and dreams that tried to pull me to the dark side. But now, I made no attempt to push it away. 

The feeling of utter raw strength and power coursing through my veins was indescribable. It was strange how warm and welcoming it was, it felt amazing and I liked it. But it didn't matter if I liked it, I knew it was wrong; I couldn't do that to Leia. My thoughts subside as I drift back to sleep.

In my dream, I'm walking around the Jedi temple. Young padawans run around, training and becoming one with the force. I watch a pair of students battle with their sabers, they skillfully move about, their battle coming close to me. The female padawan's saber swings through me, but there's no pain. I look to see that I am only a blue holograph of myself, invisible to the people around me. I walk towards my old room, and glide through the door, not bothering to open it. I see myself sitting on my bed, I walk towards myself and place a hand to my head. A voice filling my head as I probe my own mind and listen.

My dreamscape morphs his face with ever changing features. I cannot tell the right from wrong; his rageful eyes quickly turning downtrodden. His lips fall from their grace, showcasing a glimpse of the raw desperation from his soul.

"I can't stop thinking about her. The way her hair is always neatly pulled back and away from her glowing face. The way she hangs on to Master Luke's every word, or the way she makes me laugh after I have a bad day. She always seems to find a way to bring a smile on my face. She's one of the best padawans Master Luke has trained; she might even be better than me. Her laughter is intoxicating, and I drink it up every time she giggles. She's stronger than she knows, I believe she has the compatibility to become a Jedi Master one day. Maybe I should tell her I want to be more then her friend, but what if she has feelings for another student? But what if she only sees me as her friend, and she doesn't want more? That's it, I'm just not going to risk saying anything. At least until I am more certain of where I stand to her." Ben's voice rings in my ears.

A smile creeps onto my face as I remember how I couldn't help myself from reading his thoughts. I had to know if he had the same feelings for me as I did him. I had heard rumors about his feelings for me but I needed to find out for myself. The butterflies in my stomach flutter at the memory playing before me. "Ben" My own voice calling from behind. I turn around to see myself and Ben standing in the meadow. I reminisce at the image of us in the meadow, remembering how many time we would get in trouble for ditching training to be together in the tall grass. 

"You were thinking about me last night weren't you?" I asked him, the image fades in and out of focus as I watch it play before me. Ben looks up and makes eye contact with me, his face ghostly pale. He pauses. "I don't know what you're talking about." I watch as he mumbles his words, then looks away. "Ben." I place my hand to his shoulder. He looks back at me. I walk towards him and myself, as the dream becomes more clear. "Your thoughts are very loud. Don't think I didn't hear you." I laugh, and watch his face heat up with embarrassment.

"You didn't hear anything, and even if you did, how do you know it was about you?" He smirks. "Oh Ben, you really shouldn't toy with me like that." I laugh, as Ben looks up at me with a confused expression. I watch myself raise my hand and wave it across his face. "Tell me your true feelings about me." I smirk as Ben tries to fight off the mind games I had played on him. "I like you, a lot. You're all I can think about. You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think of before I sleep. You are everything I've wanted." Ben's head falls and shakes as the mind trick wears off.

I walk over and stand in between myself and Ben. I bring my hand up and cup his cheek, and take in his features. He looks through my see through body, to the real body standing behind me. "Em, that's not fair!" His pupils dilate as he looks at me. "Ben, it's okay. You're all I can think about too. I've always felt this way about you. " I watch Ben's eyes light up with joy as I speak. I never want to forget this, the way he looked so happy and pure.

Ben pushes through my ghostly figure and hugs my real one. I turn around and smile as I watch our love unfold in front of me. "I wonder what the future has in store for us Em." Ben rubs my back. He is attracted to me in the way that his precious First Order is to the galaxy: persistent and never forgiving. 

My dream self locks eyes with me, a devilish smile grows on my face. "Oh Ben, I know exactly what the future has in store for us." I stare as Ben and myself disappear. The sound of sabers crashing against each makes me turn around. I find myself and Ben fighting in the ruins of the Jedi temple. I whip my head around at the sound of a ship, and watch Ben walk on board.

"You killed my Ben!" My voice pulled me to look behind. I see the snowy grounds of Starkiller. I watch myself walk towards Kylo as he lies on the ground. I hold my breath as I know what is to come. Kylo stands and ignites his saber. "You will only hold me back!" He shouts before slashing my shoulder.