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My blood was spilling out onto the floor.
I laid on the floor, holding my chest.
"I've been waiting for this day for a long time," Hux sneered.
The Knights of Ren had beaten me up when I least expected it. I had been reading about old political alliances on my holo-pad, and they had come in and attacked me. I wasn't ready, and didn't react until my ribs had been broken.
I couldn't even put a fore choke hold on Hux.
So this is the end.
The pain almost made me pass out. I didn't even have the will to live.
Then, suddenly, the door hissed open.
"As have I."
No, it can't be.
It couldn't be.
And yet there, in all her glory, was Rey.
She had a murderous look on her face.
She was stunning.
Of course I was barely seeing this all, it hurt like hell to even lift my head.
Her hand didn't even move, but suddenly Hux flew across the room into the wall, and his hands were at his throat.
The Knights had flown in the opposite direction, but I wasn't focused on them.
She walked over to Hux, and her hand started twisting into a fist.
"How dare you."
She drew her lightsaber and ignited it, and she slowly put it to Hux's right hand. Then, slowly, she dragged it through. She must have released his choke hold, because he was screaming things that would make his mother shove a bar of soap in his mouth.
She moved to his other hand, and did the same, drawing it out.
"You should be thankful that I don't want you blood on my hands, Hux."
Hux looked like he was ready to dance. I could only imagine him thinking he was getting out of this alive.
"You." Rey looked back at one of the Knights of Ren, and said, "Kill him. Slowly. Or you both die."
She let the Knight go, who fell into a slump. The Knight, Ap'lek, stood up quickly, although it looked painful.
He drew his weapon, a Mandalorian executioner's ax, and walked over to Hux.
He put his blade up at Hux's left shoulder, and I looked away. You could hear the flesh ripping.
I didn't really want to look.
"Get rid of him. The rest of you," Rey glared at the rest of the knights, and them nodded to me "will help me carry him. Anyone who steps out of line dies like Hux did. Understood?"
There were a few nods, and Rey let them down.
The knights walked over and carefully picked me up. They were somewhat gentle, but it hurt like hell. "FUCK!" I screamed when they picked me up.
Rey ran over and touched my face, and a few of the knight's hands went to their throats.
"Are you ok?"
I managed a small nod, but whimpered involuntarily.
Rey started to walk out.
She was a force to be reckoned with. If any stormtroopers walked up, they were flying into the wall quickly.
She gracefully flowed through the star destroyer, like she knew it like the back of her hand.
"Find me a ship. Quickly, please."
They sent me into her waiting arms, and she just looked at my face. How she managed to hold me, I will never know.
One knight, Vircrul, the one with the vicious scythe that had cut my stomach open across the middle, walked over, did a short bow, and said, "Master Rey, your ship is ready."
"Thank you, Vircrul. Lead the way."
Why she felt safe with them is beyond me.
I was at the point where the pain was taking over my body, and it felt like I was fighting an uphill battle. I didn't think this was very good.
Rey held me more gently than the others, but it still hurt. It wasn't her fault. I had my eyes closed, but I would open them every once in a while, if I could manage, and would see Rey walking steadily through a First Order hanger, deflecting all blasts, throwing people out of the way, watching the knights, holding me without jostling me, and looking into my eyes.
That girl is a miracle.
The knights had already powered up the ship, and Rey had just gotten on there when I blacked out.