Blood pounded in Ben Solo’s ears as he ran through his uncle’s academy. His grandfather’s lightsaber was clasped in his hands, the blue blade casting a vibrant glow in the darkness. The teenager’s heart pounded furiously in his chest as he wielded his lightsaber with little thought. An explosion caused him to jump before he remembered he’d set the charge himself. Guess I should thank Uncle Chewie for that one he mused before he turned down an almost deserted hallway.
He followed the sound of whimpering and crying, the two sounds standing out against the eerie silence. He felt the structure of the academy shake and a wicked smile started to spread across his face. In the back of his mind, Ben knew that it was wrong. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but it felt empowering. He felt powerful. He hurried down the hall and pushed against the closed door of a room before it gave way, revealing two younglings.
Ben lifted the lightsaber and looked at the younglings. His fingers twitched against the hilt of the weapon and he felt the pleas of the students in his mind. He grit his teeth and deactivated his lightsaber before he lashed out with the Force. The two were lifted up as he clenched his hand into a fist. Ben turned away and made a throwing motion with his hand before he ran away, his pulse continuing to pound in his ears.
He ran out the way he’d came and jumped over the debris in his way, not caring about the presence of fire. Ben activated the lightsaber as he came face to face with the other acolytes. These were students he’d trained with. They were students he’d cared for, students who had once meant something to him.
Brown eyes sparkled with renewed bloodlust as he centered himself in the Force, feeling it around him as light turned to dark at the edges of his mind. He exhaled through his nose and charged at the acolytes, the smell of burning flesh reaching his nostrils.
