So when you find yourself, you're in a place that you're scared of
You wake up to see a face you wouldn't dare love
They're gonna try to take the blood from your veins
When you open your eyes, when you open your eyes
We Will Not Go Quietly- Sixx A.M
Poe shone the narrow beam of the torch around the entrance of the cave looking for anything suspicious, which was stupid because everything about this was suspicious. He handed the torch to Finn. "Do you see anything?"
Finn copied Poe's motion before coming to the same conclusion he had, that nothing was there.
"The entrance is clear." Spoke the two Dark-Siders behind him in unison. They strutted passed Finn and Poe their eyes glittering in the shadows.
Of course they could see in the dark.
The two men shared a look that plainly communicated that they were not about to be shown up by a couple of evil witches. Without a word they followed Nimue and Esmerèe into the cave, Derwyn and Seirien bringing up the rear. Seirien came up alongside Finn, whispering so lowly that Finn wasn't sure if he heard her voice in his ear or his mind.
"Watch them closely. Treaty or not they are not to be trusted."
Finn nodded in response.
About a quarter of a mile in the tunnel split into two, with no indication which led to what.
The shaman didn't even hesitate in picking the left handed tunnel, much to the suspicion of her traveling companions.
"Where are you leading us Nightsisters?" Derwyn asked of the pair at the front of the group with open hostility.
"I have cast a spell of seeing." responded the shaman, sounding bored. "The tracks of our quarry glow to my sight."
"Besides," added the warrior with a grin that looked downright demonic in the glow of the electric torch, "There are other signs as well."
Poe moved the torch so that its narrow beam illuminated the patch of wall Nimue pointed at. He wished he hadn't. His stomach turned at the sight of hundreds of small spiders scurrying across the craggy surface in the same direction they were going. The torch shook in his left hand, his blaster in his right.
"Are you all right Poe?" Seirien asked in alarm.
Great, thought Poe. Now, she knows I'm afraid of spiders.
He tried to steady his breathing. "I'm okay. I just.... don't like spiders."
One of the Nightsisters chuckled but thankfully didn't say anything. As wound as he was he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't say or do something that could jeopardize everything this mission was about... which was trying to save Kylo Fucking Ren. It pissed him off to no end that they were going through all of this in order to figure out who tried to assassinate fucking Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren, who certainly wouldn't be here if it were the other way around, Kylo Ren who was Maker knows where doing Maker knows what with Rey.
No, you're doing this as a favor to Rey and to Leia... and for Seirien.
Poe was careful to keep his gaze on the ground as they continued into the caves. His anger along with his sense of dread growing with every step.
That dread was realized when his eyes, being so focused on the floor didn't warn him that he was about to collide with something at face level, stopping only at the last second. He shined the torch up at his eye level, recoiling as he found himself staring at an upside down petrified face permanently frozen in a look of terror, staring back at him through a translucent layer of thin white cloth. No, not cloth, spider silk. Cold sweat broke out over Poe's entire body in direct contrast to the dryness in his mouth when he realized he was looking at a person that was being saved to be a midnight snack for one of those eight legged abominations. The whole body of the human was encased in spider silk like a cocoon, suspended upside-down the ceiling of the tunnel.
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Confronting Fear
Fanfiction"When I offer you my hand again, you'll take it." What if Kylo Ren had been right? What if Rey had taken Kylo Ren's hand when he offered it the second time, deciding her best chance at defeating Palpatine and saving the galaxy was with him? But can...
