Beast - Kylo Ren (Version 1)
This is based off of Beauty and the Beast, so don’t hate me for the rushed romance! I might be posting the second version I have of this story. It’s longer than this (somehow) and more plot intensive.
You paced around your prison, your holding cell, glancing around the room in the search for any means of escape. The dark grey walls were solid, no cracks, or sliding panels. You slumped against the wall in defeat. You rested your head in your heads, trying not to think of the hopeless Resistance. It was your job to gather intel from The First Order but judging by your predicament now, you had failed. The urge to cry was overwhelming in that moment, but when the door to the cell opened, your tears faded away.
“Look at this,” hissed the creature, Kylo Ren. His dark cloaks making his already imposing frame even more intimidating. “It seems the Resistance recruits young, how shameful.” You stood up, a surge of rage coursing through your veins. You looked directly into the eyes of the mask, still unable to see proof that the beast inside was in fact human.
“The Resistance isn’t the one stealing children from their homes, training them to be heartless killing machines. You’re a monster.” As you spoke, the pictures you had seen of Stormtrooper recruitment camps flashed in your mind. Malnourished and stolen from their homes, the children were given no choice but to fight. These thoughts only strengthened your resolve and you stood up a little straighter. He seemed taken aback at your statement, shifting slightly from where he stood. As you continued to stare into the mask, you didn’t notice the tears streaming down your cheeks; but Kylo Ren did. He saw your heart in the tears that slid down your face and it was unlike anything he had ever seen.
“You’re right,” he muttered, turning to look away from your face. His words left you silent, shocked at his answer. The eyes of the mask met your gaze once more before the cloaked figure left your cell. Before the second the metal door shut, you could’ve sworn that you saw the infamous Kylo Ren hang his head in defeat. You shook the thought from your mind, in an attempt to calm it. You brushed a hand under your eye, collecting the tears that had fallen against your will. You stared at the droplets on your fingertips, thoughts racing to your brain; but instead of traveling into the uncharted space that was Kylo Ren’s beastly behavior, you just sat on the uncomfortable cot. Your encounter with The First Order’s deadly symbol left you feeling a renewed sense of hope. You shifted to lie down, your thoughts of home and the Resistance; but as you drifted off to sleep, thoughts of the man behind the mask poked at your heart.
As Kylo Ren made his way down the halls of the new First Order base, Stormtroopers and lieutenants alike made way for his darkness. His mind was still whirling from the confrontation with the prisoner. His feet carried him to the security room which held a multitude of screens that were linked to camera throughout the base. The moment he walked through the door, the single guard stood up shakily. Kylo suppressed a mocking laugh at the fear in the guards wide eyes.
“Kylo Ren, Sir. What is the reasoning behind this visit?” Kylo cocked his head as the frightened man spoke. He must be new to the base.
“My own research,” Ren said coldly, “unless you have something to hide.” The guard shook his head quickly, sweat dripping down his forehead. Kylo took sadistic pride in the terror he instilled in the man, but felt a tug at his soul. The light that had stolen the air from his lungs when he first laid his eyes on the captive. Before his dark facade fell completely, Kylo spoke up once more. “Good. Now,” he took a dramatic step forward, “show me the prisoner.”
You weren’t sure on how much time had passed since your first ‘chat’ with Kylo Ren, but it felt like ages had passed. So when he finally returned to your small cell, still hidden behind his mask, you wondered why you wanted him to come back in the first place.
“What do you want?” Surprisingly, your tone wasn’t as hostile as you thought it would be. You noticed the fallen Jedi’s shoulder relax when you spoke, triggering memories of the first meeting and the confusion that ensued after.
“You came here, knowing there was a chance you’d never return back to the Resistance.” You watched as he took another step towards you, towering over your frame. “Yet you came to steal information from us. Why?” You raised an eyebrow, causing the mask to shift slightly as the creature inside awaited your answer.
“For the greater good of others,” you whispered back. “The people back home don’t deserve to suffer under your treachery.” Your words hung in the air as Kylo Ren stood still. You felt nervous at not knowing what he was thinking when the realization hit you. If he was in fact trained in the ways of the Force, why hadn’t he used his power to simply read your thoughts.
“How can you see such beauty in those you hardly know?” Despite the voice altering mask, you could almost hear a hint of sadness when he spoke.
“Their spirit, the fight in their souls,” you paused in thought, “it’s not hard to see. They care for one another, so I care for them. It’s family, in a way.” Your eyes traveled to the ground. You were getting lost in the memories of those you missed when you heard a click and a hissing sound. You looked up, watching as his hands lifted the heavy mask from his face.