[fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 1px]//ok but not Kylo...he's not the one dying
His task. Kylo flickered into invisibility. Murder.
The serval's ears twitched slightly at the sound of another being. Someone close by. It hadn't been long since his meeting with Lord Vader, when he had received his task.
Kill someone. Now.
Kylo smelled the other. He could smell just how alive they were. He was going to change that. He was going to take that away from them. Invisible, he stalked forward. The serval's scent manipulated quickly to mask his presence. Nobody would be able to tell he was there in the shadows. Kylo narrowed his eyes and looked around slowly, noting everything in his surroundings.
Kill her. You've done this before.
His clanmate, Frisk. She was his target. Today she would die. Kylo waited a moment more in the dark depths of the shade. He breathed in slowly, reviewing his requirements. If the young male wanted to receive the trust of Lord Vader he had to commit this evil deed perfectly. Nobody in Blizzardclan could even suspect him for the crime.
Make it look like an accident.
Kylo focused his energy and turned his thoughts to his target. She was standing like any normal creature. Nature surrounded them both. Kylo remembered the large rock he had spotted before. His lips curled upwards slightly, an invisible smile growing on his invisible face. The serval stalked to the side and crouched down, ready to strike.
Nobody can find out.
His muscles tensed and released in a fluid motion. Kylo shot towards Frisk and bowled her into the boulder that sat behind her. His energy was not yet spent, so he slammed her into the rock once more, feeling her body grow limp.
She didn't even see it coming.
Now he had to cover his tracks. Kylo arranged Frisk's limbs in such a way that it appeared she had fallen from the rock and dashed her brains on the side before tumbling to the grassy earth below. Small specks of blood littered the ground around the body, adding to the illusion. To top it off, Kylo manipulated the scents around him, erasing his own and leaving only the smell of fresh blood and death. The breeze blew around him, carrying the news of what had just been done.
A souvenir. Take it as proof. Lord Vader must know you aren't a coward. You have completed your task.
With a grim smile Kylo plucked the discarded shutter glasses from the ground. He noted the small splatter of blood with satisfaction. Now he had the proof. Now he was done. The reality of his assignment sunk in slowly like victim in quicksand. Kylo realized what had been done. What he would achieve in the future. More corpses would lie by his paws, their unblinking eyes never seeing again. This didn't alarm him. No shock would appear in his eyes. Kylo Ren stalked back to the shadow of the trees, fully invisible. His heart beat steadily, a sign that he was not perturbed by what had transpired moments ago. He felt calm. Whole. Serene, even. His paws quickened silently and he felt like he would gladly do it all over again. Taking life from a mortal body felt so...good. Not like the first time. That had been different. Kylo felt a shudder move down his spine as the memories rushed back.
'Hello, Kylo.'
The words echoed in his head. He turned and saw the speaker emerge behind him. Soleil, but Sol for short. His best friend. A smile spread across his face and he started towards his friend. Sol was smiling too.
The two had always been competitive, fighting for the attention of the people with power. They were always friendly about it, however. They were best friends. The two did almost everything together. Kylo and Sol. Sol and Kylo.
Things were changing, however. Kylo was growing older. He was developing new ideas about how things should be run. Sol was not. Sol was following in the footsteps of the great leaders above them. He was too far in the Light. Kylo craved the Dark.
That day, terrible things happened. A competition was created. A spar. A mock-battle. The winner would receive praise and perhaps a gift. Kylo had received no training for this sort of thing and felt a spark of nervousness erupt in his chest. His heart went crazy, beating out a swift samba. The two young males faced each other in the designated arena. Grim smiles were exchanged. They both knew this would change their relationship. They might never speak to each other as friends again.
'Don't worry, Ky. It's just a little fight.' Sol. Kylo did not reply.
In two swift blows it was over. A stunned silence settled over those watching. Blood poured quickly over Kylo's paws. An endless river of red. Sol's broken frame twitched once and then lay still, never to move again. Kylo backed away quickly, dark eyes wide, reflecting the carnage before him. He felt no emotion within him at the moment, but later he would be overcome with grief. That was the last time Kylo Ren ever referred to anyone as his friend. Kylo had killed that part of him. Kylo had murdered.
'Kylo.' the voice that haunted him for the next months. He made himself stronger. He made himself regret. Now nothing could stop him. Now he was finally ready to kill again.
Shutter glasses clamped firmly in his jaws, Kylo was travelling far from Blizzardclan territory. He would be back, no doubt, but he would never be the same.
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