Mercy

Prisoner Life

                                   (Reader's POV)

  Emotionless, I stared down at my black flats. I was still being held captive by the two tough Stormtroopers. They were awaiting orders on where to place me. A disturbance in the force? I questioned myself. The only thing I know about the force is that it is something powerful a Jedi or a Sith uses. The late deceased Senator Palpatine, from Naboo as well, was strong with the force and used it in malicious ways. So was the chosen one Anakin Skywalker, who also passed away. That was all I had heard of it from my parents, seeming to me that it was constantly used for evil misdoings. Maybe they captured me because I retaliated? I don't have anything to do with the traitor they're looking for.

The last of the Stormtroopers boarded the command shuttle. The Commander had been sitting in the pilot's chair, preparing for departure. He slightly turned in his seat to look to the Stormtroopers on either side of me.

"Place the hostage in the cell." The Commander ordered them.

They placed their blasters against my back again, forcing me to walk with them. They tugged me to the left, down a short corridor. I glanced around at the surroundings, noting that the shuttle was not large. I imagined they were taking me back to their base, which would most likely be ginormous, capable of storing much larger ships. I had given up, for the moment, on trying to escape. I knew I wouldn't succeed. Especially with that obnoxious nerfherder they call their leader, he's too powerful.

"Obnoxious, you say?" The deep set synthesized voice spoke aloud.

  ...who was he talking to?...was he...talking to me? No, how'd he-

One of the Stormtrooper's opened the second door on the right. The thudding of boots against metal flooring was heard loudly behind us. I turned my head to look back at the entrance of the hallway, and there he stood. I widened my eyes; my fear being reignited.

"You speak when spoken to." He took long strides towards me.

"I-I wasn't sure if you were speaking to me or not." My voice cracked. He nodded to both the Stormtroopers, and they released their grip on me. I rubbed my forearms; they were red from their tight hold.

He paused and took a step closer, "No one else insulted me, just you."

He towered over me; he must have easily been over six foot. "I didn't say anything." I stepped back, avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm." He muttered, then was silent for another moment. Giving me a dead, cold stare through the metal. "However, you were right about something." He raised his right gloved hand up and out. That pressure was back, my heels scrapped across the ground as I was abruptly moving backward, into the now open chamber. I gasped, struggling to move against it. This power brought me slightly off the ground, and dropped me, onto what I assumed to be a chair. I watched him continue to hold his palm out, now using his pointer and middle finger, swiping them to the left. My elbows were strained down onto the armrests, cuffs latched tightly around my wrists. As he lowered his arm, I slumped down.

"Don't make the mistake of underestimating me." He took a single step back out of the doorframe and the door slammed shut.

I was left alone in this tiny space, strapped down against my will. I shook my limbs frantically, a pathetic attempt at breaking free from its hold; it was no use. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, stuck with my thoughts to occupy me. The thought of my father now being dead, being kidnapped from my home, and my mother left alone to suffer was enough to push me over the edge. I sobbed. My emotions got the best of me, my quiet crying progressed into louder weeping. And my life was just starting to get good too. I laid back, my tears streaming down past my ears and onto the tiled floor. I cried and cried for what felt like hours until my eyelids began to droop.