(a/n: i admit that this is my first kylo story and it's slightly over dramatic, don't hate me for it)

"There! In the snow!"

3 stormtroopers clunked forward after a woman who lay face down in the snow outside of StarKiller base.

After closer inspection, the trio had noticed a stain of scarlet surrounding her head like a halo.

"Is she breathing?" One whispers, seemingly spooked by the chance that he could actually be staring at a dead body.

"She's fine. Her breathing is steady." Another confirms.

Peculiar, they think.

But there is no way they were prepared for what followed.

With a terrible cry, the woman leapt to her feet, her eyes crazily scanning the imperial men who had once surrounded her. There's a gash running down the middle of her forehead and disappearing into her hair line, but because of the sticky red hair near her scalp, one could tell that it runs much deeper.

The troopers have barely enough time to think, let alone grab their guns, as she rips out her own blaster and has given all three a fatal shot through the armor.

"Imperial scum." She hisses, her boot landing on the chest of the last trooper to struggle, his breaths becoming ragged. For good measure, she spits on his helmet, before turning and leaving him to suffer.

"So this is the StarKiller, huh?" She speaks to herself, impressed. She begins her trek to the only part of the planet that is inhabited, her plans of penetration running carefully through her head.

But her trip is cut short.

The swish of a lightsaber echoes behind her, and chills run down her back.

She closes her eyes and turns around, her heart hammering in her chest. As she opens them again, her gaze is met by the one and only person she didn't want to see.

"Seeder Ghana." The Knight remarks, his voice modified by the mask covering his face.

"Kylo Ren." She reveres calmly, gulping as she tears her eyes away from the glowing red light saber in his hand.

"You're trespassing."

"I-"

"You know what happens to trespassers."

"I don't, please enlighten me." Seeder smirks. It was the wrong thing to say. Pain explodes in her throat and she claws at it helplessly.

Kylo Ren approaches her slowly, his hand not faltering once.

"You're very highly ranked in the Resistance." He realizes after sifting through her head. He throws her down on the ground, waiting patiently as she chokes, her face turning bright red.

"I'll never tell you anything." She states defiantly, the second she's found her breath again.

"I know." He nods.

The two stare at each other for a very long time.

Then, Seeder makes the second biggest mistake of her life, besides trying to take on StarKiller base alone.

She scrambles backwards, kicking snow into Kylo's face as she tries desperately to escape. When she makes it to her feet, her toes scream with pins and needles, and she can't feel a millimeter of her cold hands. Nevertheless, she sprints forward as if her life depends on it.

Because it does.

Kylo was ready for the blow.

He stomps forward angrily, fuming underneath the mask that covers his face.

"You make this too easy." He hisses, before slashing his lightsaber across her back.

She screams, falling to the ground.

Kylo then places his snowy boot on her shoulders.

He'd never felt as victorious as he did in this moment.

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hey everyone:-) it's me!

i have a lot of hope for this fanfic and I really hope you enjoy it!

i hope you enjoy Kylo as much as I do

thank you for reading!

- kait