Your hands tug at the hem of the short, black ruched dress you had decided on wearing. It was tight, but not too revealing. You didn't exactly want someone to think it was an invitation for them to put their slimy hands all over you. Unfortunately that was the way it went these days. As you bend down, you slip your feet into your tall heels. You didn't usually wear heels as high as these, but you figured it was appropriate for the occasion. They were going to hurt like hell by the end of the night. You had decided to make a statement with them, so instead of wearing matching heels, you just settled on a glossy red color. At first you were concerned that it might have been the wrong decision, but you were reassured when you glanced into the mirror.

A smile tugs at your painted lips. You looked absolutely stunning. Your hair had been pinned intricately and embedded with small crystals. The makeup look you had chosen consisted of a dark faded lid and a neutral lipstick. A golden bangle hung loosely on your wrist. If Xian didn't get you into his bed the day before, he certainly would now. As long as he was sober when he did so or you were both drunk, you didn't mind it. After all, you were completely comfortable with your body in front of him. You had slept together enough to know each other's small flaws and insecurities. He was going to come bursting in at any second; he didn't exactly have a tendency to knock. The smile on your face flickers and fades as a familiar sensation fills your chest. Chills run down your spine when you feel a presence behind you. You scrunch your brows together and turn around, biting on your lower lip.

"It's you..." You whisper, petrified.

For a moment, he stays completely still, hidden by the shadows cast across your room. You desperately wanted him to take off his mask because of how chilling it was to stare into the empty, black abyss where his eyes should be. At the same time, you feared seeing his possibly terrifying and twisted features.

"You don't get to choose when I see you. Neither do I. The Force is connecting us... for some reason. I can make it all go away. You just need to tell me where you are." His deep, altered voice rumbles from within the helmet, creeping through your bedroom eerily.

"I can't do that," you shake your head. "I know who you are. I know what you do."

Kylo Ren shifts closer to you, mask glimmering in the light. "Look at you. All dressed up and ready to go. Another useless planet filled with mind-numbing parties, perhaps? You will tell me your location."

"I don't think so." You snap.

He moves to take another step. You flinch and both of you look up as your door flies open. You weren't sure if he could see Xian bursting inside. His hands were filled with more of the flyers. Clearly he couldn't see the giant man standing just before you.

"Hey," he chatters with glee. "Look at this! It's the evening of the party and they're still passing out these ridiculous flyers."

Xian tosses them into the air with a flourish. You watch the brightly-colored papers flutter through the room, sinking slowly to the ground all over the place. A few land at your feet. When you look up again, Kylo Ren is gone. You sigh with relief. As long as you didn't say a word about your location, he wouldn't be able to find you.

"Look at you," Xian whistles appreciatively. "If we weren't going to a party, I would take you here and now."

The grin returns to your face. "We'll have time for that later."

He smirks and offers you his arm. You were pleased to see that he wasn't intoxicated. Yet. Together, the two of you take the elevator back down to the gambling floor. The entire room was more alive than ever. Loud music was playing from a live band in the corner and there was a steady hum of loud conversations. Everyone was dressed more risque than usual and it appeared as though the entire crowd was clutching glasses of alcohol. One thing was for sure... It was going to be a long night. You expected to get drunk yourself, but you weren't very concerned.

"Come on," Xian gives you a small tug towards one of the bars.

He orders a drink for the two of you. Your glasses clink together and you raise them to your lips. The alcohol burns on your tongue and down your throat. It would be the first of many drinks, so you had better get used to it quickly. You giggle childishly as Xian pulls you onto the dance floor. You could feel the music and the heavy bass thumping through the air as the adrenaline pumps in your system. It wasn't long before a large crowd had made its way onto the dance floor as well, throwing the both of you into a constantly-moving heap of sweaty figures.

With the alcohol spreading through your body and making your head spin, combined with loud music and wild movement, you soon lose all sense of time and place. You were laughing loudly and dancing like nobody was watching. You squeal as Xian's hands wrap around you. He pulls your back tightly against his chest, grinding his hips sloppily. You could feel everything, but it didn't bother you in the slightest. One of his hands raises and he slides a finger across your jaw, turning your head slightly. His lips graze your ear.

"You look beautiful," he says huskily.

You turn your body to give him a kiss. It was a drunken, sloppy kiss but Xian couldn't care less. He always kissed you like there was no tomorrow. Perhaps it was just the alcohol that wasn't making you think straight, but when you pull apart the realization sets in. This was the kind of man you could spend the rest of your life with. He truly was the one for you. Every time he looked at you, there was only love in his eyes. You wrap your arms around him tightly, closing your eyes. Xian pulls away after a few moments, pressing a sweeter kiss to your lips.

"Let's get out of this crowd before we get trampled," he murmurs.

Xian grasps your hand tightly. You couldn't stop grinning as he pulled you towards an empty table in the middle of the sea of people. You sit down hard on the tall stool, gripping the table as a wave of dizziness rushes over you.

"You always were a light-weight." Xian teases.

"Oh, shut up." You giggle.

He was right. You really couldn't take alcohol that well. One drink would make you tipsy and two would get you drunk. You couldn't even begin to imagine what three would do to you. Xian, on the other hand, could drink five before getting tipsy. You remembered when he did a drinking contest against a very large man. You had to drag his body out of there after all those drinks he had. The first thing he asked when he came to was "did I win?" and you had to tell him no.

You both look up as a waiter walks over to your table. He sets down two small glasses and pours a serving of clear alcohol into each. As he walks away, Xian raises his glass in a little toast. You do the same, before tipping the shot back into your mouth. You wince as it burns. Really burns. You couldn't help but sputter a little at the taste. It shoots through your system immediately and Xian chuckles.

"You're going to have a rough morning, doll."

You sigh. "I know, but it's worth it if we just get to enjoy ourselves tonight."

Xian takes another long drink, before a giant grin spreads across his face. "You have no idea how pretty you look."

You look away as your cheeks heat up, uncomfortable beneath his hungry gaze.

"I care about you... so much." Xian squeezes your hand gently.

You look back at him and he smiles. Shifting in your seat, your brows knit together. It was true, you did care about Xian, but you couldn't ever feel for him in the same way he felt for you. "Xian..."

Xian leans across the table before you can react. His hand finds the side of your face and slides down your jaw, pulling you closer to kiss you roughly. Your stomach churns from the alcohol and from the realization of it all. He had made you feel so good before but now... it all felt so wrong. Xian pulls away, grinning and proud of himself for making the move. He doesn't seem to notice your distress in the haze of lights and smoke. It burns at your nostrils, clouding your mind as you sink further into your seat. Nausea coils in your gut deep down. There is a brief moment of peaceful haziness as you seem to leave your body behind in your chair, but it all comes crashing back down in the next second.

The first screams were the ones that would ring in your ears for the rest of your life. You shoot out of your chair in horror as the crowd suddenly surges. The music cuts off immediately as the screaming roars over it. You could make out the faint clanking of boots and armor drawing nearer and nearer. Your expression drops at the sight of them in time with your heart. Stormtroopers. They were stalking into the crowd in their perfect lines, Blasters raised and shooting anyone that came too close. The man at the front of the group was even more terrifying.

There he was. Kylo Ren. He was like a haunting angel of death standing before them all. Only he was no angel. His leather fists were clenched at his sides as his cloak billows in the wind coming in from the shattered glass doors. The black and silver mask gleams as dangerously as a blade in the dim light. You could see the lightsaber hanging at his side. The lethal weapon looked harmless for now, but the moment that blade sprang free, it was anything but so. You could only watch, frozen in horror, as Kylo Ren turns around and begins to bark orders. You couldn't hear those orders over the blood-curdling screams, but you knew what they were as soon as the Stormtroopers broke into a jog. They spill into the room, kicking over tables and chairs loudly. Gambling tables crumble to the ground, credits jangling as they slide onto the ground. Glass crashes noisily as drinks fly across the room and the bars are turned over.

"We need to leave now!" Xian grabs your hand tightly.

It was as though your feet were rooted to the floor. Your wide, fear-filled eyes were glued to the man now roaming around the room in search of you. He had found you. But how? As though he heard your thoughts, Kylo Ren turns suddenly. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them meeting yours from beneath the mask. Ren starts towards you purposefully. It was now that your feet enabled you to run. You and Xian stumble through the moving crowd, getting battered back and forth by the terrified people. Then you feel it. The Force holding you in place.

"Come on!" Xian shouts, whirling around when he feels you freeze.

He fights his way back to you through the crowd. He grabs your hand and tries to pull you away again, looking at you in confusion and fright. The petrified look in your eyes was enough to make his knees weak. A shadow crosses Xian's face and he springs in front of you. Kylo Ren was standing there. He was a menacing mountain that could not be swayed. The aura of darkness that surrounded him made your blood run cold. Your hands begin to tremble as you stare into the black slits of his mask.

"Step aside," Ren orders.

Xian stiffly shakes his head. "I won't let you hurt her!"

"So be it." Kylo Ren releases you from the hold at the same time he reaches for his lightsaber.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. His weapon roars to life. The bright red glow illuminates the space around you. It raises and comes down in a loud rush, slashing right through Xian's chest.

"NO!" You scream in horror as Xian's lifeless body falls to the ground. "XIAN! NO! PLEASE NO! YOU MURDERER, YOU MONSTER!"

Kylo Ren seemed unphased by your harsh words. He merely grips your wrist tightly and yanks you forward. You stumble over your own feet as fear and tears blur your vision. They were pouring down your face in hot streams as the image of Xian's limp body replayed over and over again in your mind.

Your hands tremble violently as the pressure in your head steadily builds. Fear, anger, and confusion cloud your mind over like a storm gathering overhead. In pure desperation, you fling your free hand towards Ren and watch in horror as he is suddenly sent sliding backwards. The giant slams into a table, gripping the edge and staring back at you. If the mask on his face could portray surprise, you figured this would be it. There is no time to think about what you had just done all on your own. Terrified, you snatch your hand back and turn on your heel, fleeing into the crowd with your shoes noisily striking the tile.

Vomit builds in your throat when you hear the screech of his lightsaber over the screaming of the crowd. They batter you back and forth as they break down the hallways and jam into elevators. Your breathing is harsh and your throat burns painfully as your heart hammers against your sternum. Pain suddenly explodes through your ankle as you are knocked against harshly, sending you tumbling to the ground once more. Your arms instinctively lift to cover your head as hundreds of pairs of legs stampede over you.

The stampede only grows in intensity as the commander draws closer. You hear the roaring of his weapon as it slashes through the crowd, sending bodies flying in all directions. Sharp arches rock through your screaming body as you manage to plant your hands against the cold ground and push yourself up. Makeup smudged down your cheek, sweat on your brow, tears in your eyes, you stumble pathetically towards a nearby exit. In the chaos, your sense of direction is skewed.

Icy wind slams into your cheeks as you rush outside. Pure terror explodes in your gut when you realize that you had run right onto the balcony. Wind whips through the darkened sky, which had brightened significantly from the fire ripping through the building behind you. Your back slams against the railing of the balcony and your eyes widen at the sight of Ren walking through the flames. His saber illuminates the ground beneath him, bathing him in a bloody color.

"Please..." you whimper, voice shaking violently.

He doesn't respond.

Your throat clicks as you swallow. Ren stands before you, motionless. The smell of ashes and coppery blood burns at your nose. His shoulders heave and the mask trains on your face. You flinch as the weapon at his side twitches slightly with the tensing of his muscles.

"I don't want to die."

Ren makes a strange sound from within the mask. "None of us do."

Hot air rushes to greet your exposed skin as you are dragged back inside against your will. Your heart was pounding so loudly, you were sure the masked monster could hear it. You hadn't even realized where he was taking you until your heels hit the open ramp of a ship.

"Let me go!" You wail, striking him in the arm repeatedly to no avail.

Kylo Ren suddenly whirls around, sending you tumbling. The ground scrapes harshly at your bare skin, tearing into it until blood beads in your palms and on your knees. Your nails scrabble against the concrete as you desperately try to escape. The last thing you see before your vision goes black and you fall limp, is his gloved hand extending toward your forehead.