Will You Change? (Kylo Ren-Fanfiction)

Battles Are Not Always Won

My body lurched forward as the sound of The First Order's Crafts fly above. The little village me and some of the other Resistance members are in, will soon be invaded. I start to run, seeing a little girl alone. I quickly grab her and lift her light body to mine. Scrambling to a building, I quickly get her inside with other villagers who are frightened.

As the crafts start to land randomly on the desert sand, I wait for what I was trained for, what I have come to do. I pull my gun out, quickly turning off my safety. As the Storm Troopers March off the crafts I attempt to shoot at them, as they shoot at other members of the Resistance.

I duck behind a raptor as Storm Troopers shoot at me, approaching my current location. I bring my gun in front of me, shooting towards them missing only by a few inches.  "Ahh!" I scream as I feel someone grab me from behind. I see a glimpse of a Storm Trooper before my sight is completely blacked out.

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My eyes blink rapidly as a dim light shines in my face. I open them completely and look around at my surroundings. It's a dirty, small cell, I'm thinking in the Firsts Orders craft. I sigh and lay down on the hard, un-sheeted mattress waiting for whatever must come next. Will they kill me? Torture me? I stand up shakily-adjusting my dirty clothes-I start to pace the small cement floor feeling completely caged in.

My heart speeds rapidly as I hear footsteps outside the massive steal door that segregates me from the universe. As I hear the card slide to open the door, I quickly back up to the wall scared for dear life. Soon enough two Storm Troopers rush into the room to collect me for whatever they need. I thrash in there arms quickly, trying to get away. There is a sting in my neck, and my body goes numb, not able to move. I get dragged to a room where they tie me to a metal chair, my lymphs falling aimlessly. I look at them, not to say a word.

"Where is the map?" One of them say in a rather gruff tone of voice. I continue to keep my mouth shut, not wanting to say a word. My eyes stay focused on the Troopers Helmet as they wait for a non-existent reply. One walks closer to me shocking me as he thrusts his hands next to my head, on either side. "Where is the Map to Luke Skywalker?!" He yells demandingly into my left ear.

"I don't know where it is!" I finally exclaim. When you step back to look at me I whisper just enough so you can hear, "but even if I did, no way in hell would I tell you."  I try to keep myself together as a sharp pain radiates on my cheek, soon to be swollen. I take in a sharp breathe as you and the other Storm Trooper leaves the room, unsuccessful.

Still strapped to this rather uncomfortable table, like seat, I can feel my body start to get feeling back. I push against the restraint, puffing, seeing as it is too tight to get out of. I start to feel sleepy, getting as comfortable as one could be strapped tight to a slab of metal, I fall asleep. 

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I open my eyes and see two men, in bright orange vests. One of them has bright blond hair, with big, round glasses; as the other has brown hair. They are work in the corner of the room. They look to be fixing some circuit boards. I listen to them closely as they continue to work. "Hey man, a buddy of mine saw Kylo Ren take his shirt of in the shower," he pauses looking over at him. "And he said that he had an eight pack, that Kylo Ren was shredded," he stats looking back at the wires.

"What? Your friends a liar!" The other guy says laughing. "Matt, Kylo Ren is a punk bitch. That guy looks like he weights thirty pounds soaking wet underneath that little black dress," as he says this Matt starts to laugh loudly. They soon close the vault and stand up grabbing their tools.

"I guess you are right, he couldn't have an eight pack!" Matt chuckles walking out of the room along with the other Radar Technician. I watch them as they leave thinking how strange they were.

I soon hear loud, heavy footsteps making contact with the ground as they get closer to the door. The door soon opens as someone steps in. My mouth opens in shock, and in fright.