Before he called himself Kylo (part 2)

 “They means nothing to me Master!” Ben screamed clutching tightly to his now broken lightsaber, “they’re your family, Ben!” Luke screamed back.  Ben’s eyes had a fiery hugh to them.  A sinister yellow with a ring of red circling the edge of his discolored irises.  They looked exactly like Anakin’s eyes as he battled Obi-Wan on the burning planet Endor.  “They abandoned me!  Why should I care about them when they never cared about me?!” Ben looked like a frightened cat!  With his black, curly hair all frazzled, his eyes yellow, and in battle-ready stance.  “Ben, how could you ever think they never cared about you?” Luke’s vice was now much softer and sympathetic but Ben’s wrathful look didn’t change, “you know what?  You’re just like your grandfather!”.  Ben just growled before snapping, “good,” he mumbled with gritted teeth, “that means I have the ability and power to defeat you!” Ben pounced towards Luke igniting the beam on his lightsaber.  Swiftly, Luke swerved out of the way just in time for Ben to slice a door in half.  Breathing heavily, Ben whipped around and used his strong powers of the Force to thrust Luke into the wall, knocking Luke out.  “That’s enough old man,” Ben chuckled evilly.

            Ben ran away.  He had taken as much food, water, and clothing as he could stuff into his satchel.  He tied his red blanket around his head so he wouldn’t burn up under Tattooine’s two scorching suns.  Ben’s heart was now stone and unbeating.  Hope was no longer running through his blood.  Only hate and bitterness.

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            After running and running for days on end.  After having run out of food weeks ago, with barely any water left, Ben collapsed into the sand.  As he lie there, waiting to die, a shadow swam across his back.  Ben was half unconscious so he had no strength or will to lift his eyes to see who it was, but he was able to hear his voice before he passed out.  It was low, muffled, and sounded like he was talking via radio broadcast.

            When Ben had awoken, he was obviously in a jail cell, but he wasn’t dead so that was nice.  “What’s your name, kid?” asked, no, demanded the same radio-like voice Ben heard earlier.  Ben looked up to see many of the infamous Stormtroopers standing just outside of the cell gate.

“my name is Ben.  Ben Solo,”

“Solo?  Any relation to the smuggler?”

“he’s… he’s my father,”

“perfect.  You’ll be of great use to the knights of Ren,”

“as what?”

“bait,”

“no, please!  Don’t return me to my father!”

“why not?  You’re not good for anything else other than blackmail,”

“I am the Padawan of Luke Skywalker!  I have mastered the Force like no other Jedi ever has!”

“you’re the son of a rebel who aided in the defeat of Darth Vader, why should we care?”

“because… because I have seen the power of the Dark Side.  I have disowned my family and the ways of the Light Side of the Force.  I wish to be like my grandfather, Vader.  Only more powerful,”

The Stormtrooper turned to his comrades, “take him to Snoke!”.  Ben was yanked and hauled out of his cell and down the cruiser’s many hallways, but he put up no resistance.  After what seemed like an eternity, Ben was shoved into a large dark room.  “Who are you?” questioned the massive hologram in front of him.  This must’ve been Snoke.  Ben scurried up to his feet, “I am Ben Solo, grandson of our former leader, Darth Vader!” Ben shouted confidently.  The hologram called Snoke seemed intrigued, “I see you have associated yourself with your grandfather in place of your mother, father, and uncle,” Snoke purred, “why is that?”.  Ben took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, “as I told the trooper, sir, I have left behind my family and the ways of the Light Side of the Force to join the more powerful Dark Side,” he shouted.  A mischievous smirk crawled across Snoke’s face, “you will be of great use to us, you will be the perfect leader for our new almighty army,” Snoke hummed, “you will need a bit of testing and possible training, but you will lead the Dark Side to victory!  But you will need to change your name,”.  Ben was slightly puzzled, “why, exactly?”, “so the rebels don’t track you down immediately!” Snoke barked, “we shall call you, ‘Kylo’”.  The name left a bitter-sweet taste in Ben’s mouth as he said it, “meaning ‘outcast’…” Ben sighed in disappointment, “no, it means ‘ruler’!” Snoke corrected.  A wicked grin was plastered into “Kylo’s” face, “ruler.  Just like my grandfather,”.  Kylo let out a loud evil guffaw as he let darkness consume his stone heart.