"Finders Keepers" dt @mackienzieroze I ran as fast as I could through the dark forest, my X-wing Starfighter crashed landed on the God forsaken Starkiller Base. I was running as far away from the wreckage as possible. My heart was pounding and I happened to be severely underdressed for the intense weather conditions, my arms tensing more and more with every step. I slowed down to a complete stop, I couldn't see anything but forest in front of me and to my dismay, every thing looked the same. I spun, every angle echoed the same dark empty feeling into the air. I grabbed out my small radio and tried to pick up a signal. "Poe Dameron. This is X-wing pilot 27, over." I said into the mic, my breaths were heavy and crystallized in the air with every exhilaration. "Poe Dameron, I repeat, this is X-wing pilot 27. I've crashed landed, over." I waited, but nothing but a slight buzz echo from the communicator. "Something's messing with the communication..." I whispered under my breath, gripping the device tighter. I suddenly heard a noise, a familiar yet frightening sound coming from behind me; I spun around and grabbed my blaster out from its holster. I squinted, trying to see what it came from but nothing was visible in the distance. I put my gun by my side, and shivered a bit, placing my other arm across my stomach to retain heat. "You look cold, pilot." A deep voice said and my heartbeat dropped when I heard it coming from a different direction. I turned to face the figure, as soon as my eyes laid on him I knew who it was. I quickly drew my weapon but it was forced from my hand and into the snow several feet away. I tried to run but my muscles tensed and I was unable to move my body. "Heh, not so fast, rebel scum." "Kylo Ren.." I muttered, barely audible. In one quick motion he drew his light saber out, the red glow illuminating the clearing surrounding it. "You're nothing but a coward behind that ridiculous mask of yours." "Hmm, you sure are feisty," he mocked bringing one hand to his head, taking the mask off. "I like feisty." "You don't intimidate me." I retorted, and his eyes burned into me with a glare that brought shivers down my spine. His stare got more intense as he walked towards me, slowly drawing his hand up, his finger tips grazing my face. Suddenly, pain shot through me, my head ached from the sudden agony that ruptured inside me. "Y/n.. Are you frightened?" He asked, pulling his hand away, and staring deep into my eyes. "Because you should be." "How do you know my name?" I asked, wincing as he drew his lightsaber closer to me. "I know a lot of things about you..." His eyes trailed down my body before quickly shooting back up to mine. "I know about how you crash-landed here, on a mission led by Poe Dameron. I know how you are so frightened and alone, your mind is just spinning with ways to get back to the Rebel base. I know about your dream of becoming a Jedi... A Jedi? Hmm.." "Get out of my head!" I yelled, I could feel tears brimming my eye lids. "Oh y/n, you're so lonely... The death of your parents? I see it." He ignored me, drawing his hand to my face, pulling a piece of hair covering my eyes, and placing it behind my ear. "All the pain... You don't have to feel that way." "You don't know what I want." I snapped, and he sighed. Suddenly the weight holding my limbs back disappeared and I fell to the ground, gripping my head with my hands. The glow of his lightsaber dissipated as he retracted it. "I know exactly what you want," he remarked, crouching down to where I sat in the snow. "You remember me." "Yeah, I remember you." "You knew Luke Skywalker, just as well as I did." He said with an eager look in his eyes, his deep voice presenting more hostile. "You know where he is now? Don't you?" "No, no one does." I answered, looking at him with dismay. "And even if I did, you'd be the last person I'd tell." "That's a shame." He answered as three Snowtroopers approached us from behind him. He stood up and turned to them. "She's no use to us. Kill her." "Wait, what?" I yelled out as he began walking away, the Snowtroopers all pointing their blasters towards me. I screamed, "Ben, no!" As soon as the words left my lips he stopped, raised one hand and the blasters were down. He turned towards me, anger burning in his eyes. Almost immediately I was flown through the air, my neck was grasped in his hand, breathing becoming nearly impossible. "What did you call me?" He asked through gritted teeth. "Let go-" I struggled to make out any words. "P-please.." "Leave us." He directed to the Snowtroopers, and gripped my neck tighter. "I'll take care of her myself." "Yes, sir." One said motioning to the others, "Let's go." As soon as they were gone he let go, and I fell to the ground in a panting mess, everything hurt. "Don't ever call me that." I heard him say with a deep growl, I glanced up at him. "You were a Jedi... A good one, too." My voice trembled as I tried to rise to my feet. "Not a Jedi, a petty Padawan learner." He argued, as I stood to face him. "I didn't know my own strength, until I was shown the power, of the dark side." "No, Ben, there's still good in you..." I could feel my voice crack, I felt weak. I could tell he knew this, a small grin forming on his face. "Don't talk to me like that, like you know me." He mocked, anger still present in his eyes, which were staring into mine. "I do know you, and I know you can change. Come home, Ben." I begged softly placing my hand on his arm. "Please.." His eyes averted from my gaze, and he looked at the ground. All of a sudden his facial expression turned cold, leaving us in silence, only the buzz from his lightsaber could be heard. I panicked, I knew how unstable he can become when forced to answer questions that he doesn't want to. I found myself placing my hand on his face, and leaned in, giving him a small peck on the lips. I looked down and took a small step back, my face was flushed red. "I'm sorry.. I-I don't know-" "Come with me." He whispered, staring at me, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I will have the Resistance troops informed of your death, you could live here, you could be happy.. Or.." "Or?" I asked, gulping as he brought the lightsaber close to my neck. "Or I kill you, right here," he responded. I winced and my eyes shot away from him. My mind flooded with perturbing thoughts of leaving with him, and I believed I'd be better off dead. He wasn't going to change, the only person who would change was me. He cut off my thoughts, "Y/n." "I'll go with you." I answered, with a small nod. "Good. Let's go." He sternly demanded with a hint of relief. He put away his lightsaber and picked up his helmet. He turned towards me, and brought his hand out in front of me. I gave him a curious look before placing my hand in his. "Ben-" "Kylo... Call me Kylo." He cut me off, gripping my hand tighter. He motioned to the right of him. "This way, c'mon, I've already been out here too long."
