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Hellsing Fanfic - Brutal Beloved - AlucardxOC

Fandom: Hellsing

Genre: Romance

Pairing: Alucard/OC (Original Female Character)

Summary: Humans had always fascinated him over the endless centuries... but this one in particular was especially intriguing. She was the prize of another. Stolen as a child and bound to a vampire who was both cruel and cunning. Yet fate had intervened and spared her. Hellsing, who had once been her enemy, now became her ally. Fascination could be a dangerous thing, and the No-Life King himself wasn't entirely immune to it.

AlucardXOC-- Continues after Ultimate episode 10.

Warnings: Contains Violence, strong language and scenes of sexual nature. Suitable for 16+. Mature readers only.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15827628/chapters/36850665 

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Star Wars: Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 7 - Kylo Ren/OC Fanfic

Chapter 7

-o-o-o-

"It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways" - Buddha

-o-o-o-

I wasn't sure how much time had passed. Maybe hours, maybe days, but to me it felt like years. The attack on the Starkiller by the resistance had been a success. During the collapse of the base General Hux had arrived with his troopers to my cell. They'd dragged me from my sanctuary and transferred me to another ship; one belonging to the Supreme Leader Snoke. I'd gone without a struggle, knowing that I had only two options. Go with them or stay on an exploding planet to die – it wasn't a tough decision to make. Since the news of Rey and the others escaping, I found myself struggling to find hope. I was completely at the First Order's mercy. I had to find a way to get out of this mess, alone. Worry and loneliness seemed to be my only companions lately. I had no idea what was going to happen or what I was going to do. It took as much comfort as I could in knowing that Rey had managed to evade recapture.

I tried to see the positive side of things. Now, I could focus on myself, there was no one else to think about or consider. I had to stay strong and I had to be resilient, but it was getting hard. I felt tired, drained from the lack of sleep. I was hungry, barely eating enough to sustain my body's needs. Each hour that I stayed here the more restless I became. Lack of freedom was driving me mad. I wanted to feel the wind against my skin. I wanted to see land or sky, instead of the endless plain walls around me. Hell, even Jakku would have been preferable to this...

The sound of the doors sliding open broke me from my thoughts and I rolled my eyes. I didn't need to look up to know who my visitor was. I was starting to become accustomed to the sound of his boots thudding as he walked around.

I sighed wearily and remained sat crossed legged within the center of my cell.

Here we go again...

Emptiness filled the area, heavy and oppressive. I refused to acknowledge his presence. I wanted nothing to do with him.

"Why so silent?" General Hux's voice grated across my senses, like fingernails across a chalkboard.

My jaw tightened, but I didn't open my eyes. My expression never changed and I remained in a peaceful meditative state. " I have nothing to say to you," I responded, with a calmness that surprised even me.

"Oh, but I have plenty to say to you." He drew closer, the fabric of his uniform swaying, filling the room with noise. "Why do you still persist in clinging to your futile hopes?"

I knew what was coming. I waited, trying to bite back the verbal ass-kicking hovering at the edge of my tongue for him.

"Join us."

There it was. The same old rubbish, the same old bullshit that he spouted whenever he came to see me. Each time he asked me the same thing, and each time I told him where he could shove it. He never listened. He kept coming back, trying to push his way into the fortress of my resolve.

As much as it was annoying, I couldn't help but chuckle at him. What an idiot.

"Talent and skill such as yours should not be wasted. I'm sure that we could-"

"No thanks." I snapped sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence.

I heard rather than saw the barrier being lowered. Its heavy power dimmed and then drained away, allowing him entrance into my sanctuary. He neared, prowling around me slowly.

He tsked gently like one would to a naughty child. "Come. What are you fighting for exactly?" His voice drifted around me, surrounded me with its mockery. "Your so-called friends have left you. After all your energy and attempts to help them, they simply up and left, without a single glance back to you."

My fist tightened against the fabric over my knees. My eyelashes flickered, but I forced them to remain shut. "They'll come back," I stated, even though my voice wavered.

He laughed, a cold and derisive noise that made my chest tighten with turmoil. "Are you sure? After all, how much could you mean to them? They could have easily come to save you, but they didn't. They only cared about the scavenger... They have abandoned you."

His words hurt. The truth beat at me, knocking the wind from my lungs in one single blow. I swallowed back the lump in my throat. He was close, far too close to my feelings of betrayal and loneliness.

"I'm glad they got away," I answered, allowing a smile to cross my face, even though I did feel its joy. "They're safe."

"Safe?" Hux sneered, pausing in front of me. I could feel his prying stare upon my face, ever watchful. "No one is safe from the First Order. My goodness, how naive you are."

I opened my eyes slowly and lifted my face up to him. He stood over me in a position of authority, towering over my seated form upon the floor. He wanted to play power games, but I refused to rise to the occasion. I glared at him in an almost bored fashion.

" You don't give up, do you? Preach all you want," I replied blandly. "You can't touch them now, they are far out of your reach. Rey, Finn, Han So-"

"Han Solo is dead."

What...

I froze at that and my eyes widened. No. Hux was lying, he had to be. My mouth moved struggling to find the words.

"You're lying," I whispered, my voice faltering.

"Am I?" My tormentor lowered to a crouch in front of me. His pale and almost sickly features twisted in victory as he smirked at me. " We dealt with him appropriately and disposed of him like the scrap of garbage that he is. He met his maker at the end of Kylo Ren's lightsaber..."

My chin began to tremble and I lowered my face away from him. My eyes burned with tears. No, I would not show weakness to him. My shoulders tightened and my knuckles grew white under the strain of my fisted hands. Despite my best efforts, the tears began to fall. I recalled Han Solo's kindness. His outgoing personality and easy going nature. Though I'd only know him a short time, I remembered how he'd been willing to help us. That lopsided smile of his had always made me feel like everything was going to be ok.

And now he was gone...

" You see," Hux drawled, his face moving closer to mine. His breath drifted against my hair and long, slender fingers found my chin, lifting my face up to him. "This is what happens when you defy the order. We do not offer clemency or second chances."

I shook my head, at a complete loss for words. I simply sat there, silently wishing that murder wasn't a crime, because at that moment in time I was seriously considering it.

I yanked myself away from him, feeling defiled and dirtied by his touch. His expression darkened at my reaction.

"Although, I am surprised by Kylo Ren. I did not think he had it in him to do it," he continued with malice, "...after all Han Solo was his father."

Too much. It was too much for me to process. A fog descended, shrouding me in a lethargic soup of distress. My blood rushed, filling my ears with noise. I stared unblinkingly, not really seeing the man before me. So many thoughts and emotions were drowning me. Han Solo was dead, murdered by Kylo Ren... who was his son!

" What a sad ending to his pathetic existence," General Hux persisted without missing a beat, almost as though disappointed. "He truly was weak."

I blinked. A tear rolled down my cheek, lonely and as solitary as I was feeling in that moment.

"You're a monster," I breathed.

Hux lifted a pale brow. "Things would be much simpler if you accepted the truth." He held out a hand, beckoning to me gently. He had all the lure and enticement of a snake slithering towards its prey. Seemingly innocent, but preparing for the strike.

"Join us." His voice turned light, almost warm with affection. "Be sensible now and consider this carefully. Death will come to those who oppose us, it is inevitable." He leaned closer, whispering. "I'll even let you in on a little secret. Your precious Rey is not all that she seems to be. She is one of them, one of the wielders of the force. She has much potential and power within her. I am willing to spare her my cruelty. For you..." His fingers caressed my chin. His cold eyes delved into me and I saw nothing within them. "...If you would only serve and obey me in return. Is that so much to ask?"

"You are seriously deluded," I answered with disbelief. How could one man be so arrogant? So hateful and vicious.

"I beg your pardon?" He questioned, clearly displeased.

It wasn't the answer he was wanting, but it was the one he was going to get.

I looked at him, hard and steady. "I won't help you and I will never become like you. I would sooner die."

I saw the lid of one of his eyes flinch, a sign of his barely controlled irritation. "I do not think you-"

"You are a snake." I cut him off swiftly. I wasn't done with him yet. In fact, I was only just warming up. " Look at you, standing there in your neatly pressed uniform. You're nothing more than a toy controlled and manipulated by other people. A pathetic dog howling to the tune of your master's commands." I leaned closer, hovering a few inches from his face. "My answer is no. It will always be no, no matter what you do to me. So you, your order and Snoke can all go and kiss my ass."

His nostrils flared, his face flushing a darker shade. I wasn't sure which had wounded him the most, my insults or rejection. He lifted himself up to stand over me. "Pathetic dog am I?" He shot his head around to the nearby guards and motioned for them to come forward. "Grab her."

The troopers approached from either side, each one grabbing my arms, pulling me upright. I didn't fight them, there was no point. I didn't stand a chance against all of them. I stood there with pride, refusing to back down from Hux's intimidating glower.

"You will regret this," he promised darkly, stepping closer until our chests almost touched. " I will break you in every way possible. And then, I will bring the resistance to its knees and you can watch as I decimate your friends."

I said nothing. I had nothing left to say to him. He knew my wishes and he knew my answer to his demands.

"Bring her."

My feet tripped as they dragged out of my cell. Their harsh fingers on my flesh would no doubt leave a bruise. My spine stiffened with unease. I had no idea where we were going or why, but I had a feeling it was going to be bad. With General Hux leading our little group, we made our way through the endless corridors before stopping at a large set of doors.

Hux punched in the code on the keypad and the entrance opened. I had no time to take in my new surroundings. They hoisted me to the middle of the huge room and pushed me into a kneeling position upon the hard floor. They snapped something heavy around my arms and with a quick startled glance saw metal shackles encasing my wrists. A matching collar soon followed around my neck, tight and constricting. I then noticed the array of connected chains and wires that ran from my now bound form to a set of machines nearby.

Fear rolled through me and I looked with wide eyes to General Hux, who stood nearby watching me closely.

Hux smirked. "Do you know what this is?" He asked.

I shook my head. I had an idea, but I wasn't going to voice it. The machines nearby vibrated and hummed dangerously from beside me.

"This is my playground. It is where I bring criminal, traitor and rebel alike to face their crimes." He prowled around to the nearest unit and ran a hand across its surface with affection, like one would a loyal pet. "I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this, but you have left me with no other choice."

He pressed something and the machines around me began to surge into life. Blazing light shone down upon me, blinding me. A strange current sparked and found its way down the chains and across my skin – a silent warning of what was to come.

I began to struggle, pulling wildly at my restraints, breathing heavy with the terror that was now flowing like poison through my veins.

Hux hesitated, waiting. The silent question clear in his icy eyes as he lifted a brow up at me.

Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?

"Never," I rasped, bracing myself for the inevitable.

"You will learn to be obedient... I guarantee it."

A button clicked and a switch was flicked. I barely had time to think or to breathe as crackling heat soared down the chains, flying with alarming speed straight towards me. I could not back away or escape as a pain unlike anything I had ever felt before engulfed my body. There was no gradual progression into, it hit me with full force like a tidal wave. I fell and began to thrash across the floor in agony. My mind grew unstable, I couldn't think, couldn't see logic. Unable to contain it anymore, I threw my head back and screamed. I couldn't bear it. My vision began to fade.

With little else to do, I fell to the floor in a heap, just as the darkness descended.

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Star Wars - Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 6 - Kylo Ren/OC Fanfiction

You can't run, run, run, From a smoking gun, Caught in the crossfires, Of the things we’ve done, – When the truth hunts you down (Sam Tinnesz)

I needed them to disable the barrier and release me from my cell. For what seemed like hours I considered ways I was going to achieve that goal. Every option or idea that I came up with just sounded dumb or ridiculous. Try and bargain with one of the trooper guards and hope they’ll help me? Nope. Lure them in with a striptease? Double nope. I kept going over scenarios in my head, trying to imagine Han Solo here with me. What would he do? He was always good at getting out of sticky situations.

I couldn’t just sit here and wait for an event to happen. I had to be proactive. Think, Freya. I needed to draw them in and get them to deactivate the cell. But it had to be believable. It had to be something to warrant their attention.

From my sat position at the center of the cell, I turned my head towards the small plate of food that had been given to me earlier. It was nothing special; a canteen of water and some kind of greyish gruel. Not exactly appetising but it was a positive sign that they weren’t planning on allowing me to die, just yet.

I pulled myself up and walked over towards it. “Is this all I’m getting?” I asked the two troopers nearby. Their white helmets turned to one another, before swinging back to me without a sound. “It's not exactly a luxurious three course meal, is it?”

One them shifted, swinging their shoulders to face me. “You'll get what you're given and like it, Scum.”

I picked up the plate and gave the contents a tentative sniff. I lifted a brow suspiciously at them. “How do I know it's not poisoned?”

They shared a deep guttural laugh with one another and shrugged. “Eat or starve,” the one on the left said. “Like we care.”

“Fair enough,” I agreed and took a huge spoonful of the lumpy porridge, shoving it into my mouth. I chewed it quickly, trying not to gag on the salty paste like consistency. It was absolutely disgusting, but it would be enough to serve its purpose.

“I mean, it's not likely to be poisoned, right?” I chatted lightly to them as though we were best buddies, “your leader need me alive for the time being. It wouldn't be in their interests to kill me off yet.” I gave a snort of laughter and ate another mouthful. “Could you imagine how angry they'd be with you, if something were to happen to me? You two would be screwed, royally. They'd be so mad...”

I paused mid-cackle. A cough wracked its way across my frame and I thumped a fist against my chest to clear my airways.

“Holy shit,” I pulled a grimace and wheezed loudly, “What's in this? It tastes like something crawled in it and died.”

I continued to gasp, the barking sound growing in intensity until my hand rose up to my throat in panic. My eyes bulged. I clawed at the collar of my jerkin, coughing wildly. Choking.

I fell to my knees with a thud and looked to the troopers watching nearby. “W...What...” I gasped, I could feel my face growing red. “W..what have... you done to me?”

“Enough with the games,” the tallest trooper straightened and stepped closer, trying to intimidate.

I allowed my body to slump down upon the floor, my face pressing against the cool tiles. My limbs kicked out, thrashing. Gurgling noises bubbled up in my throat. A line of saliva dribbling down my chin.

“What is she doing?” I heard one of my captors speak.

“H...elp!” I gasped.

I grew immobile, stilling like a statue upon the ground. I held my breath... and waited.

“Get a medic!”

Footsteps approached swiftly. I heard the energy shield surge and then fade away with a sharp beep.

I smiled to myself... This was too easy.

One of the guards disappeared, leaving the room for medical assistance. Which left me with one remaining trooper to deal with.

The moment he reached my side, I sprung into action. I swept my leg out hard, ramming it against the weak spot on his right knee. The sudden shift in his balance caused him to teeter over and fall to a kneel beside me. With swift motions, I pulled him down and wrapped my thighs around his neck. I squeezed as hard as I could, panting heavily. His helmet hindered me, but my limbs were slender enough to fit in the sweet spot around his unprotected throat. We grappled upon the floor, fighting against one another. His fists beat at me in a blind panic, his strength impressive against my smaller one. But I was like a snake, refusing to release him, restricting his airways tightly with all the energy I could muster.

It didn't take long. I felt his body slump, falling to a heap next to me. Unmoving and unconscious. With a huge exhale of exertion, I let him go and took notice of the lack of shield around my cell.

It was now or never. I had to move quickly, before more of the enemy arrived. I had to find Rey and find a way off this base; without being seen. It was a mad plan, bound to fail, but I had to try.

I grabbed the troopers fallen blaster and ran for the door. I peered around its arched frame to assess the hallway beyond. It was empty, but I could hear voices not far away speaking to one another.

My heart raced, practically engraving itself against the inside of my ribcage. My hands shook with the rush of adrenaline surging through my body. I even held my breath for fear of someone hearing it.

Hunkering low, I crept down the corridor. I peered into all of the open rooms, hoping to find Rey, but there was no sign of her anywhere. I took a left, and then a right, but then hastily retreated back around the corner again when I saw a trio of uniformed officers walking down towards me.

I took a sharp left instead. I tried to approach some of the doors, hoping they might open automatically, but to no avail. Only one stood open; a single room situated at the end of the corridor.

The voices grew louder, so I took it as my only option. I launched myself into the chamber and barely dived out of sight when I caught a glimpse of the figures wandering past. Completely oblivious of my presence.

I lingered until they faded away from sight. I sighed, long and deep, in relief. Unease battled against my courage. I wanted to stay bunkered down beside the counter that was my hiding place, but I knew I could not hide forever.

“Come on, Freya,” I urged to myself, my voice barely a whisper. “You can do this.”

Gripping the blaster harder, I began to stride for the exit. Rey had to be in one of these rooms somewhere. I had to keep looking.

I made it within a few feet of the door when it suddenly slid shut, preventing me from stepping through it.

What the...

I moved closer, hoping to activate it into the opening. When nothing happened I pressed at random sections on the keypad. But again, nothing happened.

“Come on, you piece of shit!” I slammed a fist against it in frustration. “Open!”

I paused. My unease evolved into an unsettling sense of foreboding. Something wasn't right. I could sense a heaviness in the atmosphere. Stifling and oppressive.

It was then that I felt eyes on me from behind, burning into my back. Slowly I turned to finally realise I was no longer alone.

The person that met my gaze took me by surprise. I didn't recognise the male that stood before me, but he was tall, slender... and topless. I coughed awkwardly and shuffled my feet, trying to look elsewhere, but at the smooth planes of his chest. He wore black boots and breeches. A pair of leather gloves sat tight upon his long-fingered hands. What had my attention the most, however, was his face.

He was beautiful.

Not in the Grecian, adonis way. No... His features were flawed, imperfect. His lips were full, almost pouting. His nose was long, hawk-like, giving him the impression of a predator or nobility. Thick brows sat angled above his dark onyx coloured eyes. His chin was narrow but prominent, giving him the appearance of a petulant sulky child. Inky long hair drifted around his ears, contrasting harshly with his pale complexion. He stood there half dressed, and upon the nearby bed was the rest of his clothes.

I was staring, I couldn't help myself. I felt foolish gawking, but I couldn't make myself look away.

He scrutinized me just as intensely, his gaze wandering over me. He seemed neither surprised nor angry with the fact I had barged in on his privacy. Nor did he reach for me, despite the fact I was an escaped prisoner loose on the ship. His expression was guarded, I struggled to read what his thoughts or intentions were. His face was a mask. Empty. Mysteriously void of emotion.

For a moment we just stood there staring at one another. Neither of us blinking.

“You,” his voice, low and soft, rumbled its way across the space to me. It was pleasant sounding, deep and eloquent.

And eerily familiar...

You? I blinked at him. Did he know me from somewhere? I don't recall ever seeing him before, but he seemed to remember me.

“Who are you?” I whispered, frowning at him.

He said nothing. Instead, he began to reach for something on the bed and I swiftly lifted my blaster up to him.

“Don't.” I warned him gently. “I'm not here to fight with you.” I began, taking a slow step towards him. “I'm looking for a woman, her name is Rey. She's being held here, and I need to know where.”

He made no further movement, nor did he speak. Silence shielded him like a fortress.

I began to grow frustrated. “No one will know you helped me. I swear it,” I pleaded to him and lowered the blaster, showing him my sincerity. I was drowning in his eyes, becoming lost in how dark they were. Bottomless, never-ending darkness.

“Please.” I wasn't one to beg but I needed this stranger more than he realised. “Help me. I need...”

My words trailed off as something caught my attention; an object lying upon the bed nearby. Large and spherical in shape. Dark in colour with streaks of silvers across its front. A single plate of metal representing that of a mouthpiece, like that which is found on a helmet. A mask...

Fear ran down my back like a trickle of icy water, settling in my belly. Disbelief caused my limbs to slacken and my legs to grow unsteady.

No, it couldn't be...

I lifted my focus back to him and noticed the way his own attention drifted to the mask and then back to me. His chin lifted, a wordless confirmation of my thoughts.

It was him. The masked man from the forest, the one who had taken me hostage.

Panic forced me to shoot away from him. I didn't want to be in the same room as this man. I didn't want to be anywhere near him. I had to run, to get away.

His lips parted as though he was about to say something, but was cut off by the door shooting open noisily behind me.

“ Kylo Ren, the supreme leader wishes to speak to you. He requests that you-”

I whirled on the owner of that voice and our new visitor froze instantly when he saw me.

General Hux.

Oh shit...

“You!” he snarled, his red head almost matching the brightness of his angry face. “Guards! Seize her!”

He gave me no option, no time to consider what to do or what plan of action to take. I heard heavy footsteps running towards us from down the corridor.

I leaped forward and swung my arm back, smashing the blunt end of my blaster against Hux's nose. I heard it crack. He staggered and wailed loudly. I threw up a knee, winding him with an attack to his midriff. I flew behind him and with my free hand squeezed at the delicate tendons of his nape. He was much taller and stronger than me, but he stilled under my hold when I pressed the end of my blaster against the back of his skull.

“If you have any sense, you will do as I say,” I panted. My fingers digging against a pressure point, causing the lanky male under my hold to give a squeal of pain.

“How dare you!” he floundered, bending his knees to try and ease the pressure of my grip. “You will regret this! Mark my words! I will make you pay for this, you stupid little gir-aah!”

I cut him off with another sharp press of my hand. His veins bulged across his temples. His face growing brighter with each passing minute; whether from pain or embarrassment, I wasn't so sure.

“Where is she?” I shook him as hard as I could, shoving the gun further against his head. “Tell me where Rey is!”

The dark-haired stranger remained unmoved from his spot by the bed. Watching. Neither rushing to save his comrade, nor reaching for a weapon. In fact, he seemed strangely calm. His eyes glued to me.

Kylo Ren, Hux had called him. My mind whirled at that with chaotic thoughts. I'd heard stories about him. Tales of his cruel deeds and cold-blooded acts of malice against innocent people. Things had just turned from bad to worse with a single brief meeting. Death was standing right before me in the form of a handsome man.

I had to get out of here.

I yanked hard on Hux, dragging him back with me into the hallway. A group of stormtroopers approached from my left. Four of them. They drew their weapons, but hesitated, reluctant to attack when their leader was being used as a human shield.

“Get back,” I growled to them, “Get back! Or I swear, I will splatter his brains all over these walls.”

“Stay away, you idiots!” The General barked. I could feel his rapid pulse beneath my fingertips. I could sense his fear.

It was no use. I couldn't hold him captive forever. He was being placated only by my hand and his own irrational fear of dying. And although I was a fighter, I was no killer.

I did the only thing I could think of. With all my might I shoved the General towards the group of troopers and fired a blast against a nearby wall, sending sparks and flames all around us.

I took the moment of distraction to run. I fled as though the devil himself chased me. My lungs burned, the world around me blurred as I sprinted down the corridors. I took a left, then a right, and then another right.

An elevator stood open a short distance away and I picked up my speed towards it. I had just managed to get inside when I saw the small group that followed behind me. The troopers. An angry Hux. And Kylo Ren...

I slammed a hand against the buttons and the doors began to slowly close, cutting them off from me, and I from them. A barrier between us. Security. Safety. A chance of escape.

Or so I thought...

The elevator didn't move. I waited for it to jolt with movement, to head downwards, but it never happened. Seconds ticked by with frightening slowness. I stepped back and pressed my back against the glass. The feeling of security died and instead an ominous sense of imprisonment swept over me.

A sound reached my ears, like metal grinding upon metal. The elevator shuddered. Fear choked me, strangling me of my logic. The doors creaked and slowly began to open.

I lifted my blaster in time to see Kylo Ren waiting on the other side, his arm stretched. His fingers clawed, flexing with barely constrained power.

His midnight eyes found me. My finger hesitated on the trigger.

Too late...

The blaster was wrenched from my grip by an unseen force, flying across the space to Kylo Ren.

I lifted my chin at him, even though every inch of my body trembled. He saw it. He saw everything. Every flash of emotion that passed across my face. Every droplet of sweat that rolled down my skin. I bet he could even smell the fear I had of him.

He lowered his arms and prowled closer, stepping into the elevator with me. My neck craned back, his height towering over me with ease.

“That was a foolish thing to do,” his voice, deadly and soft, was like a slap to my pride.

I glared at him, biting back a retort.

He gestured towards the corridor. A simple movement of command that demanded to be obeyed. "Walk."

I remained still, refusing to move. My stubbornness knew no bounds, it seemed.

“Walk,” he spoke again, his tone lowering slightly in warning, “Or I will make you.”

I grounded myself, ready to fight him, ready to face his wrath. I didn't want to go back to my cell. After all the struggle and hassle I'd gone through to get this far. I couldn't bring myself to surrender to him so easily.

Our eyes melded together, trapped in a silent battle. Somehow his face had moved nearer, hovering inches above my own. The heat of his body reached me, his bare chest so close, within touching distance.

I must have taken too long to acquiesce to his request, because in the next breath I felt myself being lifted from the ground. As though my magic I hovered in midair, drifting like a leaf across a wind. My legs kicked out in panic and I glared at him.

“Put me down,” I growled through my teeth.

He ignored my hostility and lifted a brow. “I gave you a fair warning, but you refused. Now we will have to do things the hard way. My way.” He began to walk out of the elevator and down the corridor. To my horror I was hauled along with him, as though pulled by an invisible string that tied me to him.

I screamed in frustration, “Fuck you! You stupid piece of shit!”

General Hux and the group of stormtroopers observed us from the sidelines. Hux's face clearly showed his pleasure at seeing me in such a humiliating position.

“Not so clever now, are we?” he sneered. Ginger bastard that he was.

We approached the familiar room that had been my prison. I stiffened, expecting to be thrown back into my cell with little grace or gentility. But instead I was slowly lowered to my feet within the circular cell. The barriers came up around me, sealing me once again within their embrace.

I shut my eyes and sighed, my shoulders slumping in defeat. I rotated to face Kylo Ren and gave him my most sarcastic smile possible. “Thanks for the ride, I guess.”

“Your attempts of escape are futile,” he stated with calmness, straightening his gloves whilst tilting his head to me. “Not only do you risk your own life by trying, but also that of your friends."

I shook my head weakly, my exhaustion showing itself. “I won't give in,” I declared quietly. “Ever.”

“You will,” he answered just as softly. A promise.

I stared at him. I had nothing else to say to him. I was tired, feeling discouraged and vulnerable. My efforts of escape had been for nothing. Draining and filled with false hope. Every step of it had been stalked and ruined by the mysterious man before me.

Kylo Ren's eyes bore into me, so dark and magnetic. The lights reflected in them and for a moment I thought I saw something. Something lurking. Alive. But as quickly as I saw it, it was gone again.

He took a step nearer, pausing near the barrier that separated us. He opened his mouth to speak, but was stalled by a trooper suddenly storming into the room at full speed. The newcomer panted heavily from beneath his white helmet.

“Sir... the scavenger,” the trooper rasped.

Kylo Ren did not even bother to give the soldier his attention. “Yes, what of her?”

“She's gone, sir,” it came out like a rush from the troopers mouthpiece. Frantic with alarm. “She has been seen escaping with FN-2187, a wookie, and Han solo. They're headed for the thermal oscillator...”

Kylo Ren rotated his head slowly, his shoulders stiffening. His brooding gaze found the trooper and practically shot daggers into him. A metamorphic changed seemed to come over his entire being. All the calm and passivity of his countenance was swept away beneath a wild torrent of anger. His jaw rolled and his lips trembled under the intensity of his growing fury.

His eyes flashed up to me for a second, practically blistering me with enough heat and fire to set the entire base ablaze.

I'd never seen anything like it. The transition. The swift change in mood. It was both entrancing and frightening to see.

“No...” it was like a strangled groan of disbelief from his lips. Ren turned and stormed towards the trooper. “Find them!” he growled. “Do not let them leave this base alive!”

And then he was gone. Without another glance or word in my direction, Kylo Ren thudded from the room, the trooper following obediently behind him.

I stood there stunned for a moment. My head was all over the place and I struggled to fully understand what was happening.

Rey was gone. She'd escaped with the others. They'd done it. They'd gotten out and were now leaving the base. They were free.

Happiness blossomed within my chest, but at the same time another emotion rose up into my throat choking me. Stinging me relentlessly with its reality.

Hurt...

I tried to feel satisfaction for their achievement. I did not want to be selfish and feel betrayed by them. But no matter how much I tried I could not remove the pain of being left behind.

They were gone. They'd come to save Rey... but I was still here.

I was alone...

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Star Wars - Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 5 - Kylo Ren/OC fanfiction

Chapter 5

-o-o-o-

" Even against all odds and all logic... we still hope."

-o-o-

I was dreaming. Trapped in that light place between wake and sleep. Not quite a memory, but yet not quite an hallucination of the mind. The world around me was a blur, details only become known to me when I focussed on them. The rest was like a soup of fog and mystery. I felt no pain and no sensations. There was no wind, no heat or coldness. Just me and the visions that played out before my eyes.

I was there again. A moment in the past that I wished to never revisit again. Everything was as I remembered it, it was all the same. The same dirty barren hut that I'd once called a home. The same childlike fear that made me want to hide. The same drunken brute of the man who had once been my own flesh and blood.

"Father, please. I won't do it again, I swear," I pleaded. I recognised my own voice, but it was different, an echo of my younger self, filled with youth and innocence.

The man that advanced from the shadows was as I remembered him. Huge and broad, carrying a strength about him that was intimidating to any tiny child. With clenched fists, he loomed over my knelt form, breathing harshly. The fury in his eyes burned me. Lucid with hatred.

For me...

There were no words needed from him. There was no escaping the fate I knew which was coming. He grabbed at the clothing that covered my skinny shape and pulled. With ease, he began to drag me towards the corner of the room, where a small cupboard sat hidden below the staircase. The coal hatch. Its door was small, barely large enough to get a dog inside.

"No, father! Please, no!" I struggled like a wild animal, kicking and biting at him to have mercy on me. Tears burned a scalding path down my dirty cheeks.

I did not stand a chance against his brawn. He pushed me into the small opening. The lack of light inside sent me into a blind panic. Soot and dust choked my airways as I cried. The space was so narrow, I could barely move. The walls seemed to close in around me and my throat began to close up with it in fear.

"No!" I lashed out with my foot to try and prevent the door from closing, but it was no use. The last I saw before the blackness engulfed me was my fathers sneering face.

My eyes flashed open. My lids were sluggish and heavy as though weighted down. Blinding light burned my retinas as I blinked up at the ceiling. I took a second to gather my senses, breathing deeply.

My head lolled to the side and I became aware of the room around me. I was in a cell of sorts. It was a circular shape. Its walls were like molten liquid, rippling a soft golden hue. An energy shield. I rose to my feet and glanced around the area. The room was spacious but rather empty, save for the occasional cell that lined one side of it. In front of me was a large set of sliding doors. Guarding them were two armed stormtroopers garbed in their familiar white armour.

Events of what happened in the forest flew across my mind. Of the attack from the First Order. Rey. The masked man in black. It slowly began to sink in and with it my predicament.

I'd been taken hostage.

I paced within my prison like a caged beast. Whenever I moved too close to the edge of the cell its energy would prickle at my skin. I could feel its heady thrum; an unspoken warning that it would be wise not to touch it.

"Where am I?" I called to one of the troopers, who gave no response. I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration. "Are you deaf? Where is your leader? I want to see them."

The doors behind them swung open with a loud whoosh. On the other side stood a man. He was human, lanky in frame and wore a dark-suited uniform. His hair was like pale straw and slicked over in a military fashion.

His icy blue eyes found me and within them I saw cruelty and malice. I instantly knew he was an asshole. There was a hungry, starved look about him. There was no sign of kindness or joy in him anywhere.

He strode into the room and paused before my cell, looking me over. His eyes trailed down my form, from my booted feet, up to my face and back again. He grimaced with what I could only describe as disgust. I felt a sense of violation, dirtied by his perusal. Like I was a thing, not a human being.

I glared at him in return and rotated on the spot, holding my arms out. "What's wrong? Have you never seen a woman before?"

The man slid his arms behind his back, squaring his shoulders. Clearly he was someone of great importance; of high power and influence.

He gave me a derisive sneer.

"So, you are the one who attacked my men?" He shook his head in mockery. "You're nothing but a child."

"Why don't you step into my office?" I beckoned to him, goading him, "I'll make you cry like one."

His hawk-like nose twitched and his nostrils flared. It was obvious that he didn't appreciate me talking back to him. He was a man who favoured obedience and submission.

"I'll have you beaten for your insolence," he retorted with the confidence of a snake.

"Fuck you." I countered.

The two troopers behind him lurched forward, blasters at the ready and pointed at me. He gave a mirthless laugh, "Do you not know who I am?"

I gave him a brief look-over with disinterest. I couldn't have given a tiny rats ass who he was. To me he was nothing more than a captor.

"I am General Hux," he began, straightening his back with pride, "General and High Commanding officer to the First Order and Supreme Leader Snoke."

An awkward silence followed.

I lifted a brow up at him, "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I suppose to know who that is?"

General Hux smiled, though there was nothing pleasant or warm about it. "You will do, in due course."

"What do you want from me?" I asked with a roll of my eyes, bored with the frivolities. "Where am I?"

Hux threw out his long arms as though in welcome, "Why, my dear, you are at the First Order's headquarters. The Starkiller." Something akin to fear must have shown across my face, for his own expression grew sly. Calculating.

"I won't tell you anything." I declared, quietly but surely.

"Oh, but you shall," General Hux purred coldly, "And once we get the information we need, you won't be necessary anymore. You and your scavenger friend will die."

That had my attention instantly. I shot forward a step and stared hard at his annoying smirking features.

"Where is she? Where's Rey?" I growled at him, "What have you done to her?!"

"She's alive and well," he replied slyly, "for now."

"I swear," I leaned closer, a whisper of a threat upon my tongue. "If you touch her, I will personally smash your face in so hard you'll be shitting your teeth out."

Hux lifted a pale brow and shook his head at me. His eyes were intense upon my face, something unpleasant crept across their brightness, making me shudder in revulsion.

"I will enjoy teaching you the errors of your ways... Count on it."

I fell silent. The threat behind his words held a promise. Not just of violence, but of something more sinister. I could feel it in the way the atmosphere crackled unpleasantly, humming with a charge that made me extremely uncomfortable.

"I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other often." He smiled at me, his thin lips tilting in a way that made my confidence diminish. With nothing else to say he turned away and began to walk out of the door.

I watched him go. A mixture of helplessness and dread settled in my belly. Now that I knew my location it gave me no comfort. Rey was here somewhere, trapped in this hell with me. I had no idea if she was safe or even alive.

I cast a glance at the two troopers standing post by the door. They paid me no attention, which I was glad for. I wandered around my cell. There were no windows and no other entrances to get in or out of the room. There was no chance of escape, not without getting my ass singed by the energy shield surrounding me.

A single sobering thought hit me. If we stayed here, inevitably, we were going to die. Once the Order had what they needed, they would dispose of us.

I sighed and silently prayed that someone would come for us. Han Solo. Finn.

Anyone...

A motion from the corner of the room caught my attention. A shadow lurked within the darkness, lingering and reticent. It moved, stretching out into a long black form with wide shoulders.

"Who's there?" I called out to them, "Show yourself."

There was a pause. A moment of hesitation before the person glided forward into the light. My eyes drifted over that familiar black mask. The midnight cloak that trailed against a set of darker boots.

It was him. The masked man from the forest.

Though I could not see his eyes, I could feel the intensity of his stare. Eerily observant. Had he been here the entire time? Had he been an audience to my exchange with General Hux just now? Worse still... Had he been there even when I was laid upon the floor unconscious? Vulnerable and defenseless.

"You." I stated, turning my body to fully face him. "Who are you?...Where is Rey?"

He offered me no reply. Instead, he waited there quietly, like a spectre in a graveyard. I couldn't even hear his breathing or see the motions of his chest as he inhaled. It was unnerving.

He made me uneasy, I realised. My eyes kept dropping from him, nervously. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I thought back to our meeting in the forest and of the immense power he'd shown.

I hesitated and then finally found my voice to speak. "Have you come to interrogate me?" I asked.

I searched my brain, trying to think of something to say, trying to think of a plan of action. I was at the Order's mercy and had been taken for a reason. I had to try and use that reason against them. It's what had kept us alive, thus far.

"You want to know about the map? Let's bargain." I nodded to him, stepping to within inches of the cell barrier. "I'll tell you what you want to know. But..." I began slowly, finding the courage to lift my head and stare at the place where his eyes would be. "If you hurt Rey, you will get nothing fro-"

"You don't know anything about the map," came his muffled voice from behind the mask. Sure and oddly soft. Deadly.

My mouth fell open, stunned. How did he know that? It was true. Though I was aware of the existence of the map, I had not personally seen it. I knew nothing about the missing Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. Or his location. Declaring that I had was my last playing card to deal. Yet the masked stranger before me had called my bluff.

But how had he known?

Then it clicked. He could read thoughts and memories, of course he would know! How could I have been so stupid!

"If you already knew that then why are you here?" I said, shuffling my position slightly to try and hide my anxiety. "What do you want from me?"

His powerful fingers lifted and tugged at the leather of his glove in a lazy manner. It was such a small movement, graceful and innocent. I couldn't look away from them. They were beautiful hands, strong and yet capable of many things. Evil things.

I took a step back in caution and he seemed to notice it.

"You're afraid." It wasn't a question. More like a statement. A fact declared. His tone never changed, but there was something within it that made me feel like a mouse standing before a lion.

"No." I bit out through clenched teeth. "I do not fear cowards."

"You feared your father."

What the f...

Ice and fire flashed down my spine. My eyes widened, blazing with fury. I shot forward, wishing with all my might that I could reach across the space between us and claw at him.

"How dare you mention my father!" I shouted. "You know nothing about me. You have no right to know those things, it's none of your business. So stay out of my head!"

A muffled chuckle came from him, barely heard, but there nonetheless. "Did I touch a nerve?"

I spun away from him, hating the fact he was knocking a chink in my armour of resolve. I was shaking and I could feel my shoulders tightening like a bowstring. He was baiting me. Playing mind games. Trying to break my spirit down and use my weaknesses as his tool.

I hated him with every fibre of my being.

My own heavy breathing surrounded me. I could feel his eyes upon my back. I refused to face him. I was done with this conversation, with him and the First Order. I would give them nothing.

I heard him move away, striding towards the doors. They slid open and he was almost passing across the threshold when I began to speak...

"You're going to fail," I whispered. A taunt. A promise.

"Am I?"

"Yes." I nodded, feeling surer than ever. Confidence gave my voice flight across the room to him. "People like you always fail."

He said nothing. He left without saying a single word. The oppressive heaviness of the atmosphere dissipated into an eerie silence. I was left alone once again with my fears, my thoughts, and my determination.

After all that happened since leaving Jakku, I had to have courage. I would survive this. I vowed it.

They would not win...

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Star Wars: Thief in the Darkness (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/To2eE2SoOL Freya knew more than most of what it meant to be trapped by memories of the past. A thief. Unlovable. Tainted. She longed to bask in the light, but the darkness would never let her go. "There will be no army to protect you. No alliance to save you. There will be no planet, star or darkened rock in which you can hide from me. I will always find you... Always." - Kylo Ren/OC

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Star Wars: Thief in the Darkness - Kylo Ren/OC Fanfiction

Pairing: Kylo Ren x OC

Summary:  Freya knew more than most of what it meant to be trapped by memories of the past. A thief. Unlovable. Tainted. She longed to bask in the light, but the darkness would never let her go. "There will be no army to protect you. No alliance to save you. There will be no planet, star or darkened rock in which you can hide from me. I will always find you... Always." - Kylo Ren/OC

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It's just us now... Han Solo can't save you.

Kylo Ren

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Star Wars: Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 4 - Kylo Ren/OC

Chapter 4

-o-o-o-

" When we first met, I had no idea you would be so important to me..."

-o-o-

Fire streaked through my veins, pushing me further through the mass of trees. Branches snapped under my boots as I moved. Mist drifted across the wind, clouding my vision. My eyes scanned around, seeking out any movement. Any sign of Rey.

"Rey!?" I called out, though I knew it was stupid. My voice was surely going to lure any potential danger to me. But I had to try and locate her. The forest was so dense and large; she could be anywhere. Fear urged me to return to the ship, to seek safety with the others, yet I refused to turn away.

I paused, leaning against a trunk and breathed heavily, willing the stitch in my side to ease. My legs ached. I needed energy. I was so tired, it felt like I'd been running around for hours.

The panicked screams of others nearby forced me to keep going. Laser blasts and gunfire shook the ground and lighted up the sky with explosive flames. Strange black and silver ships sailed down from the skies. All I could do was stare up at them with dread.

The enemy. The First Order. They were here.

I had to find Rey, and quickly. I had to return back to the Falcon and warn the others. How did they manage to find us?

I picked up my feet and began dodging through the foliage again.

"Rey!?" I called again, my voice cracking, raw with emotion.

And then I heard it... A shot reverberated throughout the atmosphere, echoing straight to my ears. There was another, and then another. It sounded like a blaster, eerily familiar. There was a heavy scuffling, followed by the panting cries of a woman.

"Rey!"

I lurched forward without thought, my hands flying to my belt for my twin blades.

They were closer than I had expected. I could see them not far away. Rey and a cloaked stranger towered beside her. A bright red beam surging in the form of a lightsaber.

"No!" The roar the rose from my throat was animalistic.

The massive shadow leaning over Rey shifted its head, the black helmet turning slowly towards my direction. Two white-clad stormtroopers guarded them, their backs facing towards me. All logic left me and I ran at them with all my might, hungry for combat. To protect Rey.

The troopers spun, hearing my movements, but it was too late. By the time they rotated towards me, I was already upon them. I swung out a leg, knocking the blaster from one of the trooper's hands. My blades found a weak spot, cutting one of them deeply across the groove of their groin. I wheeled just as the other approached me from behind. I ducked away from their attack and sliced a blade behind their knee, using all my strength to knock their heavy weight to the ground. The trooper screamed in agony.

I turned back to the remaining trooper standing.

The trooper shuffled as though hesitant. I crouched low, knives ready, bending my knees ready to spring up for an attack. My eyes watched their every move, their every breath. Observant and steady like a prowling beast on the hunt.

I wasn't going down without a fight. I would not surrender. I made that clear to them with a simple beckoning gesture of my hand.

With no weapon and little else to do, the trooper finally charged at me. I swept to the side at the last moment and threw a leg out, my boot smashing into my attackers back. It had little effect against their armour, but it was enough to knock them to their knees. Enough space and time for me to spin towards Rey and the hooded stranger.

My hand moved, fast, lashing out with precision and speed. The blade in my grasp crackled, thrumming with the electric charge it carried. I aimed it for the stranger's neck; a killing strike. It flew from my fingers, heading straight for its mark and I held my breath with anticipation.

But it did not reach its destination...

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. One moment I was confident, my aim sure and true. My weapon was barely a short distance away from hitting its target. As though frozen in time the knife stopped, hovering in mid-flight across the space between us.

I gasped aloud, my eyes widened.

The cloaked figure stood tall. His long arm stretched out and black gloved fingers clawed as though intended to catch the blade in his grasp.

No, not catch it...

The knife shook in the air, as though fighting against nature and the laws of momentum. The hooded man casually turned his hand and slowly the blade floated towards it, resting upon his upturned gloved palm as though in peaceful offering.

No... I shook my head. Impossible, it couldn't be. My mind whirled with all the stories, all the myths and legends of the Jedi. Tales of powerful individuals using the force to control things, to command minds and the elements. But the person before me was no Jedi. Cloaked in all black, the person was definitely male. He stood tall and unmoving like the trees that surrounded him. The mask upon his face covered all his face and head. It was a dark as the clothing that he wore, scarred with the odd dent in the metal.

Imperfect, but dangerously frightening.

No, he wasn't a Jedi; I realised with fear shivering across my spine. He was with the First Order, he'd come with them to find us. He was force-sensitive and so had to be one of the warriors of the dark side.

He was watching me. Even though he wore the mask, I could feel his eyes burning me. Ever observant and calculating in its silence.

I felt trapped. I had only one knife left in my hand, which I knew now to be useless against him. The fallen trooper behind me rose and approached me from behind, closing in steadily. I could hear footsteps nearby, more of them were approaching. Rey stood frozen, immobilized by restraints that none of us could see.

I was out of ideas. My breathing was heavy from exertion. I looked to the skies, my eyes skimming around the trees nearby with hope. Hope that maybe Finn or Han Solo would come flying from the dimness to help us. But they did not come. No one came. I gripped my weapon harder and faced my masked enemy with a stare that could have made any sane male shit his pants.

"Don't touch her asshole," I grit out, stepping towards him in threat.

I had no idea where I was going with this. It was complete improvisation on my part. I had no plan of action, no way of escaping. All I could do was distract. Talk. Bide us some time until someone would hopefully come for us.

"You must be the thief," the muffled voice that came from behind the mask was low, almost quiet in its ferocity. " Have you come to save your friend?" He said the last word like it was something disgusting and worthless.

Despite the calm and toneless quality of his voice, I knew he was mocking me.

" F..Freya," Rey gasped, struggling against the powers that bound her. "Don't." Her light eyes begged me, wide with terror. "R..Run."

I shook my head slowly at her, "I won't leave you."

"He's... too... powerful."

Someone grabbed me from behind. The trooper. Fury and helplessness made me reach back, grabbing the thick wrist. I latched on tightly and spun, twisting the arm with the intent of snapping it. The trooper was too strong and male, but I did manage to dislodge the contact. My arm whipped back, ready to bring down my last remaining knife down upon his neck with a vengeance.

Something engulfed my body, like ice and fire all at once. My limbs seemed to lose all control of themselves, stiffening and tightening. My arms would not move and my feet seemed buried deep into the ground like the roots of an ancient tree. An invisible vice squeezed around my hand so painfully that I gave a squeal and the knife fell from my fingers to the floor.

I looked to the cause of my distress... The black masked man.

"Coward." I spat at him.

He tsked, like one would to a petulant, naughty child. "Foolish girl. Your courage and bravery will be the end of you."

I smiled cruelly at him, "and your arrogance and tyranny will be yours."

A blaster blazed into the life beside my head, the tip of the gun aimed at the side of my temple.

"Time to die.." The voice behind the trooper's white mask was clear, full of intent. "Rebellion scum!"

I flinched but refused to close my eyes. This was it, I was going to die, but I refused to die in cowering shame. If this was going to be my end it would be with pride and unwavering strength. I would not bow to them – the First Order. I would not surrender to them. Ever.

The blast never came... Silence filled the void between our little gathering. The trooper stood frozen in position with his head angled towards the masked man, who was now holding up a black gloved hand.

"Sir?"

I clenched my jaw and jutted my chin stubbornly. I would not give him the fear that he wanted.

His long inky cloak trailed across the dead leaves as he moved closer. My inner fire wavered when he paused merely inches away from my frame. My neck had to crane back to keep sight of his helmeted face. The silver trim around where his eyes were reflected my own image back to me. I saw myself, untamed and feral. My eyes wide and my short hair wild and messy.

"You have strength." The mask tilted down towards me, searching. Knowing. "But no one is coming to save you."

"Fuck you!" I hissed.

He lifted a gloved hand and it paused to hover before my face. I looked at it with confusion, but then began to feel myself move. My body began to lift, my feet losing contact with the ground.

"Defiant until the end, I see," came his silken reply.

"If you're going to kill me, get on with it," I gasped, panting as I struggled against his invisible hold. "I'm not afraid. Not of you, the Order... or dying."

"Oh, but you are." The hooded man rotated his head towards Rey, who was watching our interaction with much fear. She shook her own head, her eyes pleading.

My captor shifted his focus back to me. "You're afraid for your comrades..."

His hand lurched closer to my face and I suddenly felt an immense crushing pain sear its way across my head. I screamed, thrashing in mid-air against the onslaught of pain and agony.

"I can see it." The words were uttered so quietly. Deadly.

A torturous torrent of fire slithered around my mind like a venomous snake. Invading. Raping me of my most precious thoughts and feelings.

"N...no." I whimpered.

Images flashed before my eyes. Familiar and haunting. Scene after scene, memory after memory my captor ripped them from my mind and saw them all. Memories of childhood and things I longed to forget.

Growing up alone. My father. Jakku. My first theft. Being attacked by mobs. Long nights alone on the streets. Meeting Rey. Finn. Han Solo. Chewie.

One single scene slowed and hovered, drawing the attention of my assailant. One that made my stomach tighten with an unnameable emotion.

I saw myself standing there. At the edge of the forest, looking up towards the sky with longing. My own voice echoed, whispering to me...

"I'm here... come and find me."

"No!" I fought even harder against him, desperate to be free. They were my memories. My dreams. My thoughts. He had no right to them!

Sweat dripped down my nape and yet I shook as though I was freezing cold. My chin wobbled, my eyes burned with tears I thought I no longer could shed.

"Interesting." it was hummed behind the mask that was now inches away from me.

"Sir," I heard someone speak from beside us, but could not find the energy to turn my head to look. "Resistance fighters. We need more troops."

That haunting black mask paused, but never once moved away from me. I stared at it, memorising it for all time. I would never forget it for as long as I lived. I wanted to see my enemy's face. I wanted to see what he looked like, what his expression was saying. I wanted to know his thoughts, his plans. But, it was like observing at a stone wall. I could understand nothing of his intent.

"Pull the division out," came the muffled rasp, as he began to turn towards Rey. "Forget the droid. We have what we need."

He took a steady step towards her and I renewed my struggles with a vengeance. I kicked and wriggled in the air, screaming. "Leave her alone! Don't fucking touch h-"

I barely had time to finish my stream insults. Something heavy smashed into the back of my skull and my body began to fall. The world span. I saw the brightness of the sky for a brief moment before darkness descended.

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Star Wars - Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 3 - Kylo Ren/OC

Star Wars - Thief in the Darkness

"Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all..."

-o-o-

I lounged within the main hold, recovering. My body felt drained, tired from the never-ending adrenaline rush I'd experienced since leaving Jakku. In the distance I could hear people moving around the ship. Rey and Finn's voices were faint but a reassuring sound amongst the silence. They were fixing the ship together. I, knowing nothing about such things, decided to rest and explore.

I was at peace. For the first time in a long time I enjoyed the solace. There were no crowds here. No need to be on high alert. No need to hide or steal. There was food, warmth and protection. I savoured the change of scenery. It was liberating, in a sense.

The lights above flickered steadily, lulling me almost to sleep. Until there was a loud crash and they all blacked out completely.

That's not good.

My eyes flew open. I sat up and tried to peer around the darkness. Fear began to creep up into my throat. My shaking hands reached for my blades. With a quick flick of my wrists, I pulled them out and activated them. Their soft blue glowing light illuminated the room around me. I held them up and trying to use them to guide my way around the area.

"Freya!?" I heard some shout for me.

It was Rey.

Using the blades as a light source, I ran through the nearest door and headed towards where I knew Rey and Finn were working. I skidded to a stop when I found them standing there, staring towards me with wide eyes.

The grinding of metal shook the ship, grating so loudly like its structure was being ripped into two.

"What is it? What's happening?" I stepped closer to them, sharing the light.

"It's the First Order. They're here." Finn's voice shook as he spoke.

" What do we do? There must be something-" Rey began.

"You said poisonous gas, right? Can you unfix that?" Finn cut in, staring at Rey with expectation.

I looked between the two of them, completely lost. Had the First Order found us already? It seemed as thought the entire ship had been disabled. There was no light, no power.

Someone was here...

Rey suddenly grabbed for my hand and began to pull me. "Come on, Freya. I'm going to need your help."

I barely had time to process what was happening. We grabbed for some gas masks as we passed through the lounge area, running towards a room. An open grate sat at the center. We all struggled into the open hole and hunkered down, pressing the masks across our faces for protection. Finn reached up and pulled the grate across us, hiding us in the darkness.

"Freya, deactivate your blades!" Rey hissed in rushed panic.

I stared down at the glowing objects in my hand with uncertainty. With reluctance, I turned them off, leaving us in total blackness. I slid them into my belt and tried to steady my breathing.

The darkness around me robbed me of my sight, but heightened all my other senses. Like a heavy blanket, it smothered and covered me. Oppressive and stifling. I could feel the familiar panic starting to rise up into my throat.

Blackness...

"Please, let me go!"

Sheer terror...

I could hear a voice calling... My voice.

"Father! Please!"

"Freya?" Someone whispered to me. I closed my eyes, basking in the presence of Rey and Finn beside me.

I was safe.

From above a set of doors slid open. Footsteps followed, heavy and steady. There were two of them, two individuals walked up the ramp and onto the ship. Their boots hovered and pausing directly above our heads, before wandering further onwards.

Or so I thought...

The grate above us was suddenly pulled open. Blinding light flooded our little hideout. My hands reached for my blades, ready for combat. I'd never fought with storm trooper before, but I guess there was a first time for everything.

However, what met our eyes was not a trooper, but a man. Donned in black and white attire. He stared down at us with a surprise that matched our own. Beside him was... I couldn't even say what it was. It stood tall, with such height that it towered over its human companion with ease. Long golden brown fur covered it from head to toe. It grinned at them, flashing sharp pointed white teeth before it gave a rumbling warble.

What the...

"Where are the others? Where's the pilot?" The man asked us.

We all looked to one another before Rey stepped forward and lifted a hand.

"I'm the pilot."

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Han Solo was his name. Ex rebellion general and pro smuggler; dealing with secret exchanges of shipments. The big hairy beast was called Chewbacca. A Wookie; some kind of hairy humanoid species native to the planet Kashyyyk. I'd never heard of it. Meeting the pair had been an experience in itself. I'd heard of Han Solo, thought briefly. He revealled that he knew Luke Skywalker and at one time been close companions with him. Which made Han Solo, to us, an invaluable ally.

After a brief meeting with some unsavoury friends of Han's, we managed to form an agreement of camaraderie. The map BB-8 had been hiding truly did show the hidden whereabouts of Skywalker. And while I hadn't seen the map personally, Han seemed determined to help us find the Jedi master.

Han seemed a steady man, witty, but capable. I liked him. Though he was a smuggler he wasn't greedy or self gratifying. He had a close bond to the Wookie, which told me he cared about others.

Although I didn't understand it, I was beginning to feel a sense of kinship with the members aboard the falcon with me.

From my seat, I stared at the lush green planet below us. I gazed at the thriving land in awe. As far as the eyes could see there were endless sheets of trees and foliage. No sand. It was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Takodana, Han called it. We'd agreed to visit the planet, seeking out a goggled female alien by the name of Maz Kanata. An old acquaintance of Han's. He believed she would be of help to us. But it was a risk as we were now marked and hunted by the First Order.

The Falcon shuddered, jostling as it touched down to ground. I rose from my seat and walked towards the cockpit where Rey and Han were controlling the unit. Discussing a plan of action.

"Well?" I asked, looking between the two of them. "I don't see a castle anywhere. Are you sure this is the place?"

Han's chair spun as he turned to me with a pointed stare. "Trust me, it's here." He pointed at me, " I need you to stay here and help Chewie-"

"She's coming with us," Rey cut in, her head snapping to solo with determination. "I won't leave her behind."

I shrugged, "Hey, no. You go ahead, I'll take care of fluffy. Speak to this Maz person, see what information they can tell us."

I tried to appear as nonchalant as possible, but my eyes kept flying towards the wilderness beyond the aircraft windows. I had my own agenda for wanting to hang around the falcon. I wanted to explore the island and enjoy it for the short amount of time we were going to stay here.

"You heard the lady," Han said as he stood and grabbed his weapons from the wall, shoving them into their holsters. "Chewie!?" A warble sounded in reply from the sickbay. "Make sure you look after her! Don't forget to fix the shield generator!"

Rey cast a worried glance in my direction, but I gave her a reassuring grin.

"Go on, It's gonna be fine." I patted my hand against my blade for emphasis. "I'll keep an eye out."

It seemed like she wanted to say something to me, but changed her mind. She grabbed her satchel and staff before following Han through the corridors. Finn met them on the ramp and as a small team descended out of sight.

Chewie's large hulking form strode from one of the side doors. He stared at me with intelligent, almost human-like eyes. His teeth flashing as he gave a grumbling moan. I had no idea what he was saying. His long hairy arm gestured towards a table, a strange little circular board at its center. He lumbered over towards it and touched something that activated it into life. Little holographic creatures moved upon the board, glowing a faded flickering blue.

I frowned at him, my curiosity piqued. "What is that? A game?"

Chewie nodded, sliding into one of the seats.

I grinned at him, "Let's play."

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For a good hour we played. Despite the language barrier between us, I was able to understand and grasp some of the basic rules. Chewie was a playful soul. He chirped and howled with excitement whenever he won - which was pretty much every time. It was like watching another human. His expressions, tones of voice and body language were an exact replicate to mine. It made me feel more connected to him. Dare I consider it, but I even found him kinda cute. Like a beloved pet that you wanted to sit and cuddle with all evening. And I think he liked me too.

I sigh and stretched, my back cracking under the strain. "Ugh, what time is it? They've been a while."

Chewie groaned in response, seeming to voice his own concerns.

I glanced towards the open door of the ship, as though expecting them to return at any moment now. I was eager for them to return. As more time passed, a worm of a worry began to bury itself into my mind.

What if something had happened to them? What if they were in trouble?

I shook my head, trying to clear the doubts and fears. I needed air. I needed to get off this ship for a while or I was going to lose my mind.

"I'm going for a walk." I stood up and reached for my cowl, wrapping it around my shoulders and neck.

Chewie grumbled loudly in complaint.

I patted his head gently, his long hair tangling against my fingers. "Don't worry, I won't be long. I want to stretch my legs a little bit."

He made a guttural sound of denial, but I ignored him and walked towards the door. The moment the sun touched me, I already began to feel a million times better. I descended down the ramp until my feet touched the dark soil of the ground.

I turned left, picking a random section of the forest to explore first. I walked through the woodlands, thriving on the energy that only nature could offer. I could smell the plant life, fresh and alluring in its simplicity. The sun reached me even through the canopy of the trees overhead. It streaked through the gaps, tickling my flesh with heat. My arms drifted out and my fingers glided across a twisting vine, its leaves smooth beneath my fingertips. The wind skimmed across my hair and clothes. Surrounding me. Creating a realm of balance and security. I paused, staring with awe. Cliffs and hills rolled onward in the distance, never-ending and magical.

It felt different here. I was different. All the memories of the past, all the deeds and troubles of my life simply washed away into nothingness. Here, I could be whoever I wanted to be. Here, I wasn't shunned like a leper or rejected. I was no one here. I was free. There was no pressure, no judgment, no demands.

Just life...

Raw emotion crawled up my throat, choking me. Through the warmth of feelings rushing through me, I allowed myself to dream. I imagined having a home of my own, surrounded by people who loved and cared for me. A family. I was no longer the street rat others knew me to be. Instead, I was a beautiful strong woman, with children and a loving man as my husband. I was wanted. I was loved. It was a life I'd never had, but one I had secretly craved. In the past, I would often bully myself for thinking about such things, but just this once I allowed myself to cultivate the idea.

I looked up to the sun peeking through the silvery clouds with yearning. Was there someone out there looking at the same sun as I was? To be linked to someone so deeply... like destiny.

I laughed suddenly. Wow, now that is wishful thinking, Freya. Perhaps my dreams were going a bit too far now. In fact, once I cleared my mind a little, I realised they sounded ridiculous and romantic. Which wasn't like me at all. I was a child of fire and ice. A survivor. Not a woman of beauty or charm.

Yet, not once did I look away from that bright and vastly open sky. Beyond the clouds I could see a handful of silvery planets.

I allowed myself to wish. I wanted that special person, that one being who would stand by my side in all things in life. That one person who would face the world with me. Side by side. Always.

I didn't want to be alone anymore.

Were they out there? Looking for me too?...

"Come," I whispered aloud, for all the stars and worlds to see. "Come and find me. I'm here."

A star shot across the sky, bright and dazzling like a searing flame.

I allowed my eyes to close, but they flew open again when I heard something strange. A terrible booming sound that shook the very trees around me. The star I saw was in fact not a star. It broke off into separate streaks before flying towards the planets overhead, impacting with them. The globes collapsed under the power and strain of its force, exploding into balls of fire and dust.

Cold fear slammed into my chest. Reality washed over me like a wave of icy water. I could hear people screaming nearby. Panic shimmering through the atmosphere like a tangible force.

I spun on my heels and made a mad dash back to the falcon. As I was approaching the ramp, Chewie came rushing down towards me, his eyes wild and wide with terror.

"What is going on? What was that thing?" I grabbed his arms, struggling to understand his loud calls. "What is happening?"

Had I seen right? Had I really just seen neighbouring planets get blown into oblivion? People, species and places. Gone. Dead. With no mercy or chance of defending themselves.

Chewie's comm buzzed into life. Though muffled, I could hear Han solo's panicked voice stream across the device.

...Republic... under attack... Rey... with you?...

I shot forward and snatched it from Chewie and held it close to me.

"What was that?" I demanded, stark fear slamming like a punch into my gut. "What's going on? What was that about Rey?"

"She's not here," came Han's crackled response. "She ran off... we can't find her... went into the forest."

I stopped listening at that point. I stared into the endless forest that surrounded us. Rey was in there somewhere, lost, alone and possibly in danger. There was no knowing where she was in there. She could be anywhere. But I knew I had to do something, I had to find her.

Ignoring Han's voice, I threw down the device and began to sprint towards the forest.

I'm coming Rey...

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Star Wars -Thief in the Darkness - Chapter 2 - Kylo Ren/OC

Star Wars - Thief in the Darkness

Chapter 2

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"The journey begins with a single step..."

-o-o-

I darted between the tents after them. At one point I lost sight of Rey and the stranger, but I knew this area like the back of my hand. It was my playground. I vaulted up onto a roof, leaping across the space. I followed their tracks in the sand, hunting them easily. There she stood, Rey, towering over the fallen man. I jumped down beside her and upon closer inspection, I saw that he was young, not much older than myself. The jacket he wore was that of a flight pilot.

I froze, the details clicking into place in my mind like a jigsaw puzzle. Was he part of the resistance? Jakku was a barren planet, with little life growing on it or sign of conflict. But even here there were stories of the rebellion, of the battle against the first order.

Rey pinned the male down with her quaterstaff, both parties breathing heavily from the chase.

"What's your hurry, thief?" Rey snarled at him, whacking him in the chest for good measure.

"Rey, wait." I stepped closer to stand beside her, looking down at our new companion. He looked rough, covered in dust and his skin dry like the desert sand on which he laid upon. But most of all he looked afraid. Trying to be calm, but definitely afraid of something. His eyes kept casting around them, as though searching for a threat we could not see.

"The jacket," Rey demanded, leaning closer in threat. "BB-8 says you stole it. It belongs to his master."

The man held up his hands in a non-threatening gesture, "It belonged to Poe Dameron." He looked between the droid and Rey with panic. "That's his name, right? He was captured by the first order. I helped him escape but our ship crashed..." he trailed off, sadness casting a shadow across his dark eyes. "Poe didn't make it. I tried to help him. I'm sorry..."

The BB droid next to me moved back. It moved slowly, almost sadly in reaction to the news. I felt the urge to reach out and pat its domed metal head in reassurance.

"So," Rey lowered her staff, her expression changing to that of wonder. "You're with the resistance?"

There was a moment's pause. Long. Awkward. And somewhat suspicious.

"Obviously," the man replied, nodding in confirmation, "Yes. Yes, I am with the resistance."

I narrowed my eyes at him. I knew a liar when I saw one. Some were good at lying, but this guy wasn't one of them. I could see right through him. And the way his eyes darted away from me nervously confirmed my suspicions even more. Which left me with questions. Who was he? What was he up to? If he wasn't with the resistance, then who was he with? Time would tell. He couldn't hide it forever, that was for certain. This stranger and BB unit seemed linked somehow.

"I've never met a resistance fighter before," Rey smiled up at him and I couldn't prevent my eyes from rolling at her naivety.

They carried on talking to one another in hushed, excited voices, but something drew my focus away from them. A disturbance at the far end of the marketplace. I tried to peer closer but couldn't make out what was happening amongst the crowds of people.

"...Luke Skywalker..."

My head snapped back to the pair, my mouth falling open at the mentioned name.

"Luke Skywalker?" I repeated in awe. " As in, Skywalker the Jedi master?"

I'd heard of such a person. A person so powerful and wise, yet only heard about in stories and legends. His name was known throughout all of the galaxies. But surely he couldn't be real, could he? My mind went wild at the idea. The force, Jedi's, the dark side; none of it was real... Was it?

The BB droid began to beep in high pitched panic. All three of us span towards the far end of the market. The commotion from earlier had grown in intensity. The throng of people parted and there, staring directly at us, was a pair of stormtroopers. Armed, and beginning to make their way towards us.

Uh oh, this wasn't good. What were storm troopers doing here? I couldn't fathom it at first, but then it clicked. I spun to the dark male who stood beside us, who was also looking towards the troopers with unease.

"Come on!" He shouted suddenly and reached for Rey, dragging her along with him as he began to run.

I stood there for a moment, stunned like an idiot watching them flee. I had no idea what was going on. Or who this strange guy was, or why Rey was escaping with him.

I didn't have much time to ponder it as laser blasted and scorched its way across the cleaning unit, inches away from my body. I ducked down low as more blasts shot their way towards me.

What the...

I could hear their heavy footsteps drawing nearer. I shot up and began to run in the direction Rey and the stranger had taken.

I caught up with them swiftly, just as a loud and oppressive screeching filled the skies. The sound deafening. I skidded to a stop and tilted my head back, looking up to the source. My stomach dropped and fear flooded my veins like ice. Two TIE fighters screamed above us. Turning in the air before launching a merciless assault upon the village. Sand and debris flew all around me. I was thrown hard to the ground, my teeth rattling from the impact. My ears rang.

Troopers and now starfighters were here. They were hunting for the male stranger in the pilot jacket. I knew it with every fibre of my being. They offered no mercy, they came here to kill.

I spat out the sand from my mouth and glared at the stranger laying beside me and Rey. "You! What the fuck is going! You know, don't you? Who are you?"

"I'll explain later," he gasped, "We've got to move!"

I shot up, following after them as they made a beeline towards a crash wreck covered in huge sheets of tarpaulin. Above me I could hear the slicing of the fighters shots through the air, the blasts shaking the ground beneath my feet.

I was practically crawling my way up the ship's ramp when it began to surge into life. The lights blazed brightly and the door began to move. I lunged forward with all my might in time to make it inside before they closed with a soft whoosh.

"I don't like this," I breathed heavily to myself, "I don't like this one single bit." I slid down against a nearby wall, adrenaline burning through my body like liquid fire.

"Gunner position's down there!"

"You ever flown this thing?!"

Rey and the stranger's voices echoed nearby. I pulled myself up and rushed further into the aircraft. My footsteps clanged loudly against the metal flooring as I sprinted down the corridors. I burst through a set of doors to find Rey sat in the cockpit looking at me.

"Sit down and get strapped in!"

I didn't need telling twice. I took the nearest seat and buckled myself in just as panic seized me full on. The area was too small and enclosed for my liking. The walls seemed to narrow around me. The air seemed thin in here. The lights harsh and bright, but hardly enough to give me comfort. My body trembled, shuddering so hard that it felt as though I was about to tear a limb from the tension. The ship began to vibrate, rising up from the ground with a shudder. It tilts and my body tilts with it.

"Breathe, Freya," I chant to myself over and over. "Breathe, just breathe."

Rey and the stranger shout to one another, but my mind is too foggy to make sense of what is happening. I had no control over my body or the situation. The speed of the flying ship caught my stomach with unpleasant butterflies. I gripped the straps of my seat with tight fingers, strangling it.

Through the chaos, my brain drifts through a languid fog, lost in a whirlwind of sensation and memories that were familiar and unwanted...

The walls close in around me, darkness is everywhere. Suffocating. Strangling me of my sanity.

"Please... Let me out!"

My legs and arms thrash out against walls of my prison. The space so small I can barely turn within its confines.

"I won't do it again... please!"

There is no light, no freedom, no comfort.

Blackness is my captor.

"Father!"

"Freya!"

As though emerging from a deep sea of water, I gasped for breath and sprung upright. Hands rested upon my shoulders, comforting and gentle. I blink through the haze and look to the person standing over me. Rey. Her light eyes searched mine, filled with concern.

"Freya? Are you alright?" She said again.

"What happened?" I asked groggily, sitting straighter in the seat. My neck ached terribly, my stomach burned as though filled with bile and fire. I felt awful. My head was heavy, unclear. I lifted a hand, trying to clear the fog that clouded it. "Where am I?"

"We're still aboard the ship. We managed to escape the fighters." Rey explained.

I unbuckled my belt and stood up on unsteady feet. My entire back felt moist, drenched in sweat.

"That.." I began, with a shake of my head, "...was by far the worst experience I've had in long time."

I turned a little and I noticed then the dark stranger stood nearby watching us. The same guy from earlier whom the troopers had been chasing. He had a lot to answer for, and I was determined to get answers.

"You." I stepped towards him, pointing at him with a shaking arm. "Who are you? Why were they following you?"

"It's ok," Rey said, resting a hand upon my shoulder again. "He's with the resistance. He's trying to get BB-8 back home, he has the map to help find Luke Skywalker."

I frowned, "BB-8?"

She gestured downwards. I looked down to find the little white and orange droid from earlier beside us. Its domed like head spun towards me. The rounded circle of its optic zooming in. Curious.

"The droid?" I asked.

Rey nodded, "BB-8. That's his name. We have to help him." She looked to the man standing beside her, "I don't know your name."

"Finn," He answered, albeit after a brief pause. "What's yours?"

"I'm Rey," she gestured towards me, "and this is Freya. A friend."

A friend...

That word alone made my chest warm and calm. I slid myself back down upon my seat, my legs still weak. I glanced between the two of them; Rey and Finn. I'd never had companions as such. Yet this young woman stood before me and declared me as her friend. Despite all the rush, all the chaos and fear I had experienced in such a short time, I felt myself smiling.

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