Kylo's pov

The end is fast coming. I can sense it.

I walk through the corridor with the greatest of purposes.

Stormtroopers flinch, salute, or cower in my presence. I instill fear in them. They are human beings. I hate it.

"General Hux." I order, my modified voice adding a menacing edge. The man looks into the eyes of my mask and glares.

Filthy coward.

"What is it, Ren? I'm busy." He sputters, his arms crossed behind his back. His hair shines in the color of a rotten tomato.

"Have my command shuttle prepared. I am to depart on an," I pause, searching for the correct word, "important mission." I finish.

Anger bubbles in the General's eyes but, realizing I stand as his superior, he groans. He must do as I say.

I might miss that.

He brushes past me, adding an extra shove as he's close to my arm.

It's all I can do not to turn and force choke him until I see the light leave his eyes. I clench my fists and bare my teeth beneath my mask. My fingers itch to grasp the hilt of my cross-guard.

I think better of it.

It's a small victory in itself, one that I must celebrate later.

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Kylo: 1

With a flash of my cape I've turned the corner, my dark eyes set on the door of my living space.

Returning to the place I sleep has caused me pain ever since I shut her out. My insomnia has also only grown worse. The purple under my eyes act as scars, or, as proof.

The only good thing I'd come to earn in the past 5 months was the return of sight in my formerly blind eye. Although I cannot make out shapes or any color beside black and white, it serves as a start.

I use the force to slam the door to my quarters open.

The room is quite barren with her things absent. The cleanliness I used to enjoy had grown rather uncomfortable as soon as it returned to me.

It is lonely. So incredibly lonely.

Although I'm not an owner of much, I make sure the few items I do possess are accounted for.

I open my bureau drawer and have a mini heart attack when I realize my dark ring is missing. How had I not noticed before? Had it recently disappeared? Was it stolen? By I storm trooper? I'm due for a serious talk with sanitatio- never mind that. There are more important tasks at hand.

Very important.

The urgency of what I am to do is enough to put a tremor in my still, steady hands.

"Lord Ren?" A hesitant trooper utters outside the door.

"Yes?" I ask.

"Supreme Leader Snoke requests your presence." The mere messenger transmits. Panic stirs in my chest and bile rises in my throat.

"L-leave." I stutter, mentally cursing myself for the lack of authority in my tone. The trooper's disappearing footsteps are barely audible among the countless other trooper's tread while roaming the halls on a constant loop.

My grip tightens on the edge of the bureau and I frown deeply. With an angry shout I click the sides of my mask and throw it down on the bedding, my breath growing heavy.

It will be now, or it will be never.

Mali believed me to be a coward, and this is the chance I've been given to prove her wrong.

To make her love me again.

I gather up every last ounce of courage I can possibly muster and lift my marred mask from its resting place.

Maybe I should've treated it better. Smooth and undamaged planes might've seemed more menacing. None of that matters.

I adjust my breathing with the respirator and depart from my bedroom. I take a last prolonged glance, before storming right, deeper into the corridor.

Snoke's dark energy laces over me, calls me, pulls me, entrances me, the nearer I am to the cavern where he awaits.

I pause at the door.

Oh please, might he not have invited Hux.

I sigh, slipping the door open the only way I can. Wielding the dark power of the force.

The clambering of my boots echoes, jostling, among the enormous, never-ending stone walls. How had this place possibly existed on a simple Star Destroyer?

Snoke's hologram is already waiting. There is a sinister grin stretched over his heinous features, one I'd never come to know in my days of seduction, training, or even service to the First Order.

The place I believed I had belonged to.

"I see what's in your mind, Ren." The large being speaks quietly. I feel it then.

True fear. Terror.

Is this what small children think of me? The last feeling felt by those countless, faceless people I'd so brutally murdered in my time?

"Your thoughts aren't dark. They are lustful. Longing." He continues, resting his large head on the tip of his long-nailed finger.

"Supreme Leader-"

"Enough! I thought you rid of that girl." He accuses, slamming my body backward with his power as if I were only a rag-doll.

My back slams against the stone wall, the back of my mask making an audible thud. I grimace, harsh pain searing throughout my body.

"Supreme Leader," I say again, slouching. I push myself up, scurrying back to where I stood like a mouse in the eye of a cat.

"Love is a distraction, Ren. I'd thought youd known that. But you have disappointed me, apprentice. Your actions are disgraceful. Preposterous. Pathetic. Weak." I flinch at every hate-filled word.

I will not take it.

"Supreme Leader-"

"You haven't come close to finding Luke Skywalker. You're too easily distracted. And, to do so much as conceive a child-"

"Supreme Leader-"

"And consider answering your call to the light! Your power is far too great to waste it as you do-"

"SUPREME LEADER!" I scream, sweat falling from my forehead. I clench my teeth and slam my helmet down.

"How dare you interrupt me." He booms, his eyes wide, veins popping out of his forehead.

"I have come to-to, I have-" I fumble.

"You've come to what?" He asks.

"To commit high treason."

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