Before Ben Solo became the master of The Knights of Ren, he was Kora's closest friend and peer in becoming a Jedi. Years after the betrayal, they cross paths once more this time with different consequences. "'Look at me,' the voice commanded. Still my feet were frozen, I had been caught and they were going to kill me. The First Order rarely takes prisoners. Slowly I could feel my feet shifting from under me- the force. He was turning me. It had been a long time since I felt something like this. His figure was clear in my view, a towering man cloaked in black, his menacing helmet covering his face. Deep down I knew who he was though. Fear mixed with anger boiled in my veins. 'Still fighting the "good fight," you murderer?' I spat out, venom coating my tongue. He gestured his head down, looking at his feet, the debris of the device and my produce surrounding them. Crouching down he picked up a trobate, his gloved hand enveloping the vegetable. His other hand reached out behind his head, there was a clicking and what sounded like compressed air releasing. Slowly, like sand through an hourglass his mask was removed. 'Ben,' I said flatly. 'No,' his voice was cold. "He was weak and scared. I killed him along with the others." My chest and throat were on fire, burning with rage. I lunged at him, my fists hitting his armored chest. 'I'd rather be that than a monster!' I screamed, wielding my arm back to hit him in the face. Yet, like before, I was frozen. My arm couldn't move as well as the rest of me. I looked slowly up to his face, and met his eyes. They were a smoldering dark brown, they almost looked black. Full of pain and rage. His eyes were haunting." **STAR WARS FANFICTION** **MATURE**