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It wasn’t that you lived in a terrible neighborhood. It’s just that, the criminals outsmarted the police. And something needed to be done about it. And this is where Matt came into play. Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. Unlike what everyone thought the life of the son of two of the most powerful people in town would be glamorous and adventurous, but it really wasn’t. Matt’s parents were divorced, his mom was in D.C. constantly and his father had run to Anguilla where he was living a single man’s paradise with his Uncle Lando on a mid-life crisis “boys trip”. Not to mention he had to deal with his awkward looks from his rather prominent nose, blond curls that didn’t quite match his thick brown eyebrows and deep set brown eyes. He was gangly yet very broad and brooding and he always thought his hands were abnormally large, even for his frame.
Right now, he dragged himself through the courtyard. It was late, but he decided to study at the library. It was much more peaceful than hearing his roommate Hux having sex with his FWB in the next room. Matt winced and stopped in his tracks when two droplets of rain hit the lens of his gold-rimmed glasses. A groaned slipped his lips, as he tugged the orange hood over his head. Making his way past one of the buildings he heard the sound of trash cans falling. He stopped in his tracks, waiting to see if it was a raccoon, seeing as it was pushing 11. Slowly he continued to make his way to his dorm. He heard the rustle of the cans again before concealing himself with the building. Slowly he peered into the little crevice between the two buildings. Narrowing his eyes, what he could make out was a guy in a gray hoodie bracing himself against the wall looking down. Matt’s eyes followed the man’s gaze and saw a pair of legs.
Matt’s eyes widened as he sucked in a breath. He turned, back pressed against the damp brick wall as he pondered over what he should do. Clearly, this wasn’t any of his business, but also he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight with this on his conscious. Clenching his fist, he let out a huff before turning down the dark alley. Moving closer, the man in the gray hoodie still delivered some blows. “HEY!” Matt yelled. The man didn’t respond and still continued. Gritting his teeth, he moved closer. Dropping a rough hand on the man’s shoulder, he finally stopped, turning to face Matt. In one swift move, the man pushed Matt into the parallel wall. Matt’s back hit the wall and felt his breath catch in his throat. Pushing himself, he lunged at the guy. Now Matt, from his size, didn’t look like he had much strength. But, boy was a powerhouse. Gripping the man by the hood, he flung him to the ground. Pulling him up once more, the man’s calloused hands squeezed at Matt’s wrist. With his right hand, he landed a blow right to the man’s jaw. Pulling his hand back, he delivered two more before the man shaky voice started to plea. With a grunt, he pulled him up and pushed him out the alley. After watching the man stumble away in the rain, he turned to the man on the floor. Catching his breath, he ran a hand over his face. His glasses fogged from all the rain and fighting, he removed them before making his way to the man. Squatting, he surveyed the man; he was elderly, stringy gray hair and very bushy eyebrows. He looked familiar but he couldn’t put a name to the face.
“Are you alright?” Matt asked. The old man let out a groan. Assessing his injuries, he didn’t see anything fatal; sighing Matt propped the old man against the wall. “Hey, do you think you can walk? Do you think you can make it back to where you live?” Matt furrowed his brows. The man coughed a little, spitting towards his side. Matt’s eyes jerked to the blood that fell onto the man’s shoulder. “Where do you live?” Matt asked once more. A few more coughs escaped the man’s mouth. “I live, I live on Peach, on Peach Pavillon.” Matt sighed at how far Peach Pavillon was from the courtyard. He looked up letting the now heavy rain droplets hit him in the face. “Alright,” He huffed. Slinging the man’s arm on his shoulder, he hoisted him up. Both men made a straining sound as they ascended from the graveled alleyway. Matt slowed his paced. The man was fairly shorter than him, which results in Matt having to hunch over. “You’re going to be okay. We’re going to try and make it.” He reassured the man as he limped along side him. The rain began to fall harder and created a stinging sensation with the cuts that started to form on his knuckles. The rain seemed to bounce back up from the pavements, forming a slight flood. Another set of coughs escapes the man’s lips before he started to slip from his shoulder. “Woah!” Matt’s brown eyes bugged out as the man slowly started to fall to the flooded floor. Pulling him more into his side, both men let out a groan. Matt had to think quickly; they weren’t going to make it to Peach Pavillon anytime soon. Especially in this weather. Narrowing his eyes, he saw a light still on in the food center. Scooping the old man up, he jogged over to the center.
Thankfully, they didn’t lock the doors yet so his back pressed his wet back against the glass door to open it. Letting out a breath, he set the man down on the wooden bench. “I’m going to get help. I’ll be back.” Matt spoke catching his breath. He stood up and arched his back, cracking it. He looked around at the empty center. There had to be some type of janitor or security roaming around. Matt made his way towards the bathroom of the main floor. Slowly, he yelled a hello into the women’s restroom, before retreating to the men’s. He entered and let out a sigh as the fresh scent of cleaning equipment hit his nose. He turned around to exit to observe the rest of the floor. He made his way around the main floor and to the second. All the lights were turned off, so he guessed that they were done with that part. As he started to make his way back towards the old man, he heard voices. Approaching closer, a security guard and a cleaning lady were tending to the old man. Matt could hear the man’s hoarse voice try to explain what happened. The man then turned to point to the shadows, where the young blond stood. Matt watched as the guard’s shoulder’s tensed. He turned around reaching whatever was on his belt. A gasp escaped his lips before he went fleeing. He ran down a dark hallway, slipping from his wet sneakers. Getting up, he found himself at the back entrance. He opened the door to see lightning fill the air. Matt jumped backed, only to see the guard slowly coming down his wet trail. He jumped into the rain and slammed the door shut before making his way behind the building.
It wasn’t that hard to make it back to his building. He knew exactly where he was going, even though it was behind the buildings. Rounding his dorm building, he pulled out his ID card to scan him in. Feeling his heart beating against his chest, he hunched over hand gripping his knees. He coughed as he felt his throat grow thick and dry. “I see you got caught.” A voice caused him to look up. Their face was a little blurry due to the fact he took off his glasses. His body froze, thinking that they somehow knew what he was running from. “What?” Matt managed to get out. “The rain.” He shook his head as he stood, now towering over the figure. He narrowed his eyes. From the voice, he noted that it was a female due to their voice, but he couldn’t really see who it was other than that. The adrenaline in him was still pumping and he focused on hiding his hand and trying to make it back to his dorm without suspicion. “Alright, have a good night.” They waved off disappearing down the hall. Matt booked to the staircase. His heavy footsteps carried him from every other step until he reached the second floor. The heavy moss green door creaked as he went to open it. He squinted his eyes looking both ways before entering the hallway. His drenched body hastily made his way to Room 201. He pulled his keys from his pocket and let out a huff before unlocking the door. He was relieved to see the lights were off and Hux’s door closed and no sounds being made. He made a beeline to their shared bathroom and started to strip off the damp clothing. He started the shower as he shrugged off the last of his damp clothes.
Entering the steaming shower, the beads of water danced over him, just like the rain had. He rubbed at his eyes and then proceeded to look at his bruised right hand. This was the fourth time in the past three months where he had to save someone; either from a mugging, getting beat up or just saving a drunk from walking into ongoing traffic. Matt somehow was always at the right time and at the right place. Some would call it a coincidence and some would call it fate, but it’s Matt decision to choose what he would do with this “newfound power”. Grabbing his dusty blue towel from the rack, he dried himself, wrapped it around his waist and made his way to his room. Flopping on his bed, he didn’t even bother to change into a pair of boxers. He sighed with his forearm covering his eyes. As a young boy and secretly even know, loved to read comics about superheroes and villains. Even though this had become very popular, most of the people he had talked to-or should we say debated, on most of these heroes and villains yet found them all to be the mainstream watered-down version. That night his dream, seemed more like a vision. Heavy rain rapped at his windows, while lightning and thunder clapped in throughout the storm. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on the ground with an intimidating black figure appearing before him; a tall, brooding, masked, gloved figure stood firm against the harsh winds as his cape bellowed. Matt couldn’t help but stare in awe as he felt all the power this mysterious being emitted. Kylo Ren. Was all he heard before waking up.
The next morning, Matt thank God he only had to turn in a paper for his class. He wanted nothing more than to rush home and go back to sleep. While on his way back to his building, he saw a huge crowd forming. “Now, no need to be alarmed but Dr. Wesley is safe, it seems a student or someone had saved him from getting beat. We identified the man,” Matt sucked in a breath. Matt had a somewhat, relatively low profile at the university. I mean he had a famous family, yes, and his roommate was quite the lady’s man on campus, and then there was Phasma. He lightly associated with her when she wasn’t sucking face or behind the closed doors of Hux’s room. Both her and Hux carried themselves as authoritative beings on this campus and being the top in their respected major classes, besides Matt could have easily been the same. The only thing stopping him from being number one was his non-existence participation grade. But now, he was sure to be out as the man who had saved six people in the last three months. “Roland Jensen has been caught and expelled from UFO.” All the students let out a sigh of relief as Matt stood there dumbfounded. Part of him was happy that he wasn’t outed, but at the same time, he didn’t mind a little thank you here and there. Matt turned grabbing the straps of his backpack. “And to the dark knight who always seems to be lurking in the shadow, thank you.” The male said before dismissing the group. Matt stood frozen as everyone. A dark knight? As he finally snapped out of it, he made his way back to his dorm to find he was alone. Thankful, he plopped on his bed and pulled out his laptop.
As he was checking his email, he couldn’t help but revert back to his dream. This dark knight, he thought. What if he was to transform himself into this menacing, life-saving dark figure? Matt shook his head from such a rubbish thought. Kylo Ren. What was that? What did it even mean? He opened another tab, as his pale fingers danced over the keys entering it into Google. To his luck, there were no results found. He decided to do it separately. Ren was definitely much easier to find. The Wikipedia reflected off his glasses as he furrowed his brows. “Ren.” He said out loud. “the Confucian virtue denoting the good feeling a virtuous human experience when being altruistic. Ren is exemplified by a normal adult’s protective feelings for children. It is considered the outward expression of Confucian ideals.” His lips fell into a straight line. A sense of protection, Matt did feel some way to seek reassurance to these people that clearly couldn’t help themselves at that point in time. “Ki-low.” Matt sounded out and to no avail, he was sent to a page with the most random results. Twisting his lips, he deleted the name. K-Y-L-O. He typed and was met with only one result. Hesitantly, he clicked it. “Kylo. Pronunciation: Ky-low, Origin: unknown, History: Unknown.” He mumbled. “Fun fact!:,” He grumbled; there could be a fun fact but no history. “Expression number of Kylo is 9. Kylo is idealistic who embrace the principles of compassion and forgiveness. Kylo is a visionary who is willing to make a better world and have the ability to influence masses.” The masked figure appeared before him as he closed his eyes. “Kylo Ren.” The soft whisper fell from his plump pink lips.
Pushing the laptop off his lap, he reached for a bin underneath his bed. Straining from his position, he pulled it up. Removing the cover, he rummaged through his package prized possessions before pulling out the four he was looking for. “Brightest Day Volume 1 Number 21: ‘Mars Attacks.’ with Martian Manhunter. Moon Knight Volume 1: ‘The Bottom.’ JSA: All Stars Volume 1, Number 3: ‘Challenging Fate.’ with Doctor Fate.” And his favorite hero of all. “Darkhawk Number 1, first issue.” Matt always had a held this character very near to him. Growing up, while his parents began to fight more and were shipped off to stay with his war hero uncle, Luke; the only thing or person per se to keep him sane was Darkhawk himself. There were parallels in the story and his real life that just made him feel that this story was written for him. Looking at the covers of the scattered comics, he had made his decision. Matt would become Kylo Ren, helping those who needed it the most.