A New Force

Chapter X: A Graveyard of Memories

"Pathetic resistance scum,"

Darkness. The Force ebbed and flowed in the air around her, a distant undulation of corruption seeping through the cracks of her mind.

"Show your face!" She yelled, flailing into the nothingness.

A deep, mechanical laugh tore through the silence and reverberated into her sternum.

"You need a teacher. I could show you the ways of the Force."

She shrieked, a skull-splitting sensation hit her mind, "Get out of my head!"

"You're lonely. Afraid."

Trying to move, to do anything, her muscles strained for control but something rendered her utterly powerless. Her saber was nowhere to be found. She was defenseless.

Suddenly, a hot breath was on the side of her face.

She blinked.

She was in the corridor of the Falcon, right outside her bed chambers. A man had his arms wrapped around her waist, and she was embracing him. Ben. He began to open his mouth to speak against her neck.

"You're nothing. But not to me."

Rey looked up, searching for a pair of brown eyes. Instead, she was met with the horrific metallic mask of Kylo Ren. Suddenly, his helmet shone red, his sinister, thundering saber igniting by his side.

Before the scream could escape her mouth, she blinked, and she was no longer in the Falcon. At first, it was completely black. The only sensation she could register was the cold, hard metal against her back and the fact that she was once more restrained.

The lights flickered. She was in the interrogation room on Starkiller Base.

They flickered once more, and Kylo Ren was advancing towards her.

"You called me a monster." The lights in the room shut on and off to the beat of her heart, every second he was closer to her.

"You are a monster."

She felt the words slip out of her mouth. No control.

Menacing seconds went by before he came to her side, lowering his masked face to be inches next to hers. Dark. Light. Dark. Light.

Suddenly, the lights shone so bright overhead she sucked in a breath and grimaced as she was temporarily blinded from the artificial blaze. Hot breath. She only had to turn inches to see his face. Ben Solo. Rey made eye contact with his brooding brown eyes, pleading. For what, she did not know.

"Yes, I am."

She felt the pain before she could see it. Looking down, he had lodged his red saber deep into her stomach. Blood spilled out from the interrogation chair onto the floor as his sword sizzled and cracked. She touched the wound, an indescribable and excruciating pain searing through her entire body.

Looking back up, searching for those brown eyes, she placed her hand on Ben Solo's face and watched in horror as her blood smeared across his cheek.

He smiled.

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The girl woke up from her sleep and launched forward in her bed. She looked down, and felt her stomach, realizing there was no wound or saber to be found. Rey quickly kicked the sheets off her legs and stumbled out of her bed chambers in a sweaty stupor.