* PAST / KILLED

                             with a final swing of his silver sword & a grunt , the last necrophage’s head flew from it’s body.  blood spurted & flesh oozed as whatever life it had left it’s body.  then , with a gruff sigh , geralt took out a cloth & cleaned his silver sword before putting it in one of the two sheaths on his back.  “  how many of those are here ?  “   he hadn’t seen this many in one place before.

with a bone-chilling CRACK, the short woman with messy blonde hair broke the thief’s finger, a wicked grin on her face as he clutched his hand in pain. just moments earlier, he’d gone for some of her food when he thought she wasn’t looking, and that had obviously backfired as she reacted harshly. “if you try -,” she began, her eyes narrowed at those around her, her mouth half full of food while she pointed a butter knife at them all. “i break yours next.” she threatened, the wicked grin returning to her face.

   violence was well known in his life. watching the woman, amusement flickered in brown hues at her actions. certainly not what he would have done to the thief, but effective nonetheless. it would certainly work to scare people off from attempting something again. “smart,” he responded. “get people to be frightened, they won’t bother you again. i’m hardly going to try anything myself.” he wasn’t remotely interested in petty theft. that was such a ridiculous little thing. “i think you’ve scared nearly everyone in this place.”

– & For all the bickering that goes on between the two men, and the hatred that has built up over the years if there is one person that Hux knows will have his back in this place; it’s Ren. Ironic as it may be, they need each other if they ever want to return back to their own galaxy, to rid themselves of this plagued town. “We’re never fine, Ren.” Once more, they’re not seeing eye to eye. “Those CREATURES, are always around.” Lurking and waiting until someone is stupid enough to go near them.

Kriff this ledge. “I can’t…” A grunt as he shifts on the grass once more, hips moving as he does. “There isn’t enough leverage.” No matter how he sets up the rifle, he’s still off by a few inches. All he needs is something to give a little more height to his shot.

    yet again, the force user has to resist the urge to just roll his eyes. they may understand working together in order to stay safe and return to their own galaxy, but they hardly saw eye to eye. kylo was certain the two of them would never be able to achieve that. “i’m hardly worried about those things roaming about, hux. i can sense them whenever they get closer, and it’s simple to cut them down or freeze them in place for you to shoot them. you’re worrying yourself over nothing.” 

   sighing heavily, kylo moves closer to where hux is laying on the floor, gaze lingering on the rifle for a moment before he summons the force to give the little bit of height needed. “don’t say i’ve never done anything for you, general,” he grunts, arms crossing over his chest. “though, it is much preferable having you on the ground right now. at least you can’t scream in my face.”

“Haven’t you learned by now that sound brings them towards us?” Gamora hissed, her eyes moving from the zombie on the other side of the gate to the person standing next to her. “I don’t know about you, but I’m not really in the mood to die today. Keep it down.”

   “clearly,” he hissed back. that much had been obvious in his encounters with the things. kylo had been attempting to learn just what these things truly were. “don’t tell me you’re actually concerned over that thing?? they’re not difficult to kill. i’m certain between the two of us, we could easily manage one.”

“it’s the name i gave you, BEN. therefore it’s the name i’ll use.” she felt heartbroken, struggling with the idea of losing her son to the dark side as she and luke had lost their father. “no. i refuse to believe that. what do you think you know about your GRANDFATHER, ben? did you know that he saw that he was WRONG in the end? that he’d made so many MISTAKES?” she willed her self to not cry, shaking her head. “he’s POISONED YOUR MIND, ben. this isn’t you, this is all wrong.” she stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek with her hand gently. he was still her son, after all. "ben, you CAN COME BACK from this, i know you can. there’s still LIGHT in you.” she bit down on her lip, wincing as he explains why he’d killed han. “i see. have you got a hit list, ben? are you going to MURDER your entire family in COLD BLOOD?”

    “ben solo is dead. he died the day that your dear brother tried to kill me,” he snapped out. that wasn’t the person he was any longer. kylo ren had been born out of the ashes on that day. this is who he was. kylo knew it would be difficult for his mother to accept once she had learned the truth. “it doesn’t matter now. you and han never told me anything about my grandfather. you hid it from me. how do you think it feels learning that your own grandfather was darth vader by your own peers?? it’s in the past now. i have far exceeded what my grandfather did. i am the one in control now. these are my choices.” kylo tensed under the touch, confliction settling in. a part of him yearned to lean into the touch, desperate for his mother. but the other part told him to just shut it all down. “he didn’t poison my mind. i had someone in my head for as long as i could remember. neither you or han ever noticed, did you?? i gave up on the light a long time ago, mother. you’re the one that gave me to luke.” he turned his head away from her hand, gaze on the ground. “if i have to -- yes.” 

The droid took aim, closing one eye ever so slightly. The drawback and then… The droid watched the rock fly through the air, hitting a dumpster before bouncing off and clattering to the ground. Like magic, the undead followed the rock as BB snuck past them a mere 200 feet away, bag of supplies clutched tightly to their chest. And that would have been the end of that mission if they didn’t run smack into someone much taller and broader. But, the figure was breathing, which meant they weren’t inclined to eat the droid. At least, hopefully, they weren’t.

“Don’t scare someone like that,” They hissed, sliding their eyes up the tall person. BB’s face sunk into a deep scowl, holding their bag tighter to them. “Of course it’s you. Go away.”

@pastkiller

    needless to say, running into anyone else had hardly been the plan. sensing the undead, kylo had planned to cut them down, though it seemed his plan for the moment was thwarted. it wasn’t his fault. they had been the one running around and not paying any attention to directions. the words brought confusion, brows furrowing as he stared down at the other. “excuse me??” he questioned. they seemed to know who he was, yet kylo had never seen them before. at least, not that he could recall. perhaps in passing at some point, but nothing to encourage this sort of hostile reaction.

– & Fifteen minutes pass between the two of them as they walk in silence, avoiding any creatures as they go; though as of late the town was pretty good with how many people weren’t out on scouts and the likes. But as they make their way up onto the hill looking out over a small part of the town Hux all but dropps to his knees, abrupt and roughly. “Keep a watch while I set up.” As much as the two of them constantly butt heads, Hux knows damn well that Ren wouldn’t be daft enough to let a creature sneak up on ether of them; especially when they’re trying to get each other back home.

Pink brushes out to wet at his lips while he fixes everything up, the .22 he’d picked up is now placed on the grassy knoll while his attention focuses on the rifle itself. “God damn scope’s out of whack.” It’s a mumble to himself as his body leans forward a little, glancing through the scope as he adjusts the lense. “You see anything yet?”

    eyes roll at the command given, no argument following for the time being. kylo had to keep reminding himself that bickering would get the two of them absolutely nowhere. besides, he’s not about to let any of these things sneak up on them. he has far more sense than to allow that. arms crossing over his chest, he carefully looks around, keeping his eyes open and his senses open. it’s easy to sense thing whenever one has the force. and though those things aren’t alive, kylo can still sense them. or rather, the wrongness about them. difficult to explain to anyone, but he understood it. that was all that mattered. 

     grunting softly as an answer, he glanced down to see what hux was doing. his gaze roamed over the other for a brief moment before giving a small shake of his head. “no, there’s nothing heading our way. i don’t sense anything close either. they’re out there, but not within the range i can sense them. we’re fine.”

Panting hard, Finnick regarded the newcomer with a heavy dose of suspicion at the end of his spear. There was something unnerving about the man, something in the way he carried himself. Like a Career, he thought. No, more like a Peacekeeper. Something  c o l d  in the eyes, something that even the most hardened Victor couldn’t hope to achieve. “Well, I’d say I’m a natural, but I’d be lying. Practice makes perfect,” He could feel his Capitol persona falling into place like a second skin. “The rest of the town looks the same, not much can be said for design choices.”

– & There’s a multitude of thoughts running through his mind with the knowledge that they’re finally here alone together. The image of Kylo’s desperate cries of wanton pleasure, the idea of being the person to bring the all MIGHTY supreme leader to such a state is enough to boost his ego; without anything even transpiring as of yet. There’s a lick across his bottom lip before he’s dropping his hands to remove his own shirt, letting it fall to the floor as he relaxes back against the couch; huffing out hot air. “Simple – get your cock out.”

“BEN SOLO!”

the voice was big and clearly angry, a contrast against her small form. “or should i say KYLO REN?” she looked at him with tear filled eyes, shaking her head. “someone told me what you did, BEN.” her lip quivered as she tried to contain her anger and not cry at the same time.

“how could you? W H Y?”

@pastkiller

   so, it seemed that his mother had figured out who he was. that was something kylo had been avoiding, though he knew it wouldn’t last forever. not when there were far too many people here from her future. seeing her like this hurt, but he forced himself not to react. that wasn’t the person he was anymore. ben solo was gone. “that’s not my name any longer,” he remarked. “i destroyed your son. he was weak, and foolish.” the question -- that made him pause. what was he supposed to say?? 

   “i needed to further the darkness inside of me. killing han solo achieved that.” a lie.

– & It’s not unlike the pair to poke fun at any instance possible when it came to the others expense, so EXCUSE the general for assuming Ren would do just that upon noting that the re head no longer seemed put together. If the roles were reversed, Hux wouldn’t have hesitated and he knows that without a doubt. Of course there was a lot more to be concerned about, “Obviously.” A brisk nod towards the table he’s standing at, guns laid out before them. Scouting is not something that the general W A N T S to do but he also desn’t want to be here, period.

Pink brushes onto full lip as fingers hold the butt of one of the smaller pistols, eyeing it over before frowning and placing it down. Hux has half a mind to mention that he does'nt need a TAG A LONG, but he’s sure Ren will complain (or BITCH) if he mentions anything at all. “You best take one.” Is that him having a shred of concern for Ren? No. He doesn’t think relying on a sabor is the best bet here, you never know what could happen. Reaching across the table hands pick up a rifle only to sling it over his shoulder, tucking another .22 into the back of his pants. “Let’s go.”

   though it would be so easy to make a small remark to get under hux’s skin, he chose to hold off on all of that. there were far more important matters at hand than their rivalry. survival was key now, with the dead walking around. though they had quite a bit of tension and hatred towards one another, kylo was certain this once they could actually try to work together. at least, he was going to attempt his best. only until they got off this planet, of course. then the two of them could go right back to how things had been.

   eyes narrow at the guns. he finds them unsavory weapons, as much so as he did blasters. these weapons were even more archaic than the blasters. why he needed a weapon like that whenever he had his lightsaber was beyond him. it was perfectly effective enough in order to get the job done, and kylo didn’t quite know how to handle this planet’s weapons. not that it would be an issue with the force. “these weapons are archaic. i don’t see why i’d need one.” still, kylo reached out to grab one, tucking it away. “fine with me,” he muttered, moving towards the door. the sooner this was finished, the better.

– & If one could read the generals mind on a constant basis, they’d realize that his attraction to Ren isn’t something new. The fact that he’s acting on it, however certainly is. Never had he expected to find himself acting on it and with such a vigerous response from the male in question; yet it’s their current reality. The way Ren’s obiedence falls has the red head tightening his fists and ignoring the way his cock twitches inside his trousers. Instead he focuses on setting a quick pace masked in the silence, odd pebble crushing beneath his boot as he walks.

Door is unlocked and he’s toeing off the dark boots in a matter of seconds before he’s moving into the townhouse, muttering something about if Ren fucks up the hardwood with dirt he’s going to stick a knife through his leg. But it’s not until he’s seated on the sofa, legs spread lazily and a hand beckoning the other that he bothers to mention a quick, “Mind the cat.”

    following after the other really hadn’t been a difficult thought. clearly, they were both wanting the same thing at the moment in time. a rarity for the two of them when they were often at odds with one another. still, if only for a brief moment kylo could choose not to argue and go along with whatever orders the general thought he was giving out. he hardly wanted to ruin wherever this was going by mouthing off. even though it would be so easy to do.

   pausing at the door, he watched hux in silence before he stepped into the apartment, scoffing under his breath at the muttering. he carefully peels off his own boots and sets them off to the side, closing the door behind him with the force. kylo is silent as he watches the general move towards the sofa, brow quirking at the mention of a cat. that he hadn’t quite expected. “fine with me,” he remarked as he made his way towards where hux was sitting, nerves beginning to settle back into place. “what am i supposed to do now??” he was out of his element now, uncertain.

The thing went down with a sickening crunch, a leg going up to kick it off his makeshift spear. What he wouldn’t give for a trident. It would make dispatching these creatures so much easier. With a final thwack and a splatter of various bits of brain and who-knows what else against a brick wall, the small group of creatures was dead. Finally. Finnick stood in a small clear circle, bodies fanning out in a ring around him. He’d thought the Games had been carnage, but this was pure gore. “Out of one arena and into the next,” he muttered, nudging a corpse away with his toe.

“if you say so,” leia replied, giving a small shrug of her shoulders. yet she still couldn’t shake the pull she felt to him. she knew him, she knew she did, but how? “i wouldn’t expect you –,” she’s cut off mid sentence, as it clicks within her that the boy in front of her is force sensitive. running her fingers through her hair, she sighs. “look, i.. i need to get home to my kids. has anyone gotten off this kriffing planet? i don’t see the point in keeping us all here.”

   already he wants this conversation to be over. none of this sits well with him, certainly not when his own mother is younger than himself. she doesn’t remember who he is, nor does he want her to. it’s best that she doesn’t know anything. kylo gave a small shake of his head. “no, i’m afraid i am not aware of anyone who has managed to leave, or even get out of this town. no one knows anything as to why this is occurring.” 

– & The sickness that plagues this land is more than apparent with its intentions if you asked the general. However this had started, he assumed with the government that had been trying to keep them within the town as it was; clearly it was to lower the numbers within this town. A form of populace control, to which he had a small hand in on his own, in another time and place; obviously. While he wasn’t entirely disgruntled by the new development he was rather bothered by what it meant, this society was starting to go to kriff.

   Certain things were lacking, the only thing he really cared about was his appearance to keep the demanded respect and being able to have weapons. The latter he had without question, so it’s more than fair to say that his latest annoyance (outside of a certain supreme dickwad), was the lack of G E L to keep longer ginger locks in place. In his mind he looked like some rag tag resistance soldier, how in the world would this give him the respect and fear he had earned? Mood already gone to hell, he’s in absolutely no position to put up with Ren’s snark; “Don’t start with me.” Words fall the second the darker male enters the room.

@pastkiller

   everything had quickly gone to hell the longer that they stayed put in this town. with the dead roaming about, they all had to be quick on their feet and cautious should another attack come. kylo was prepared, with his weapon, should they choose to come back. as of now, all he wanted to do was return home and forget all of this had occurred. none of them had even chosen to be in this place, yet here they were, face-to-face with a threat that could wipe them all out if they weren’t careful enough. 

  seeing the general in such a state was a tad odd. kylo had quickly grown used to the harsh edges of hux, the slicked back hair and the neat uniform. here, in this place, none of them seemed possible anymore. not when there was a threat against their lives. a low growl escapes at the warning issued to him, shooting a glare at the other. he wasn’t particularly happy about their situation, nor did he feel like being told what to do. “kriff off,” he responded. “i wasn’t going to say anything. besides, i think the last thing we should care about at this point is our appearances. we have more important things to do.”

@pastkiller

 – & Dealing with the dead has proven much easier than anticipated, though it’s certainly not an enjoyable experience. Rotting flesh and the odour that follows with it is not a pleasantry, and it reminds her of the bodies that had fallen victim to the plagues back home. Mind you, these creatures not only continue to walk but they have proven no holding of their former life; no signal of intelligence. It allows Morgana not to feel guilt when she’s done with them, though something tells her that the darkness within her wouldn’t allow for anything less than that.

  A supposed plague on the land or not, she wasn’t about to give up fresh air and lock herself away within the dwellings for fear of succumbing to the sickness like them. Instead she’s ended up wandering the town at night, preferably at dusk when things are much quieter and thusly it’s hard for one of the dead to sneak up. You’d hear their awful guttural noises way before spotting them. 

 Although as of late she hadn’t come across anyone else with the same idea, that is until tonight. His dark features against fair skin is striking, tall and powerful against a backdrop of illuminated pinks and purples high above. He reminds her distinctly of Mordred and within that, her heart drops low and there’s an ache spreading through her. Swallowing it down her movements become quicker as she approaches him, eyes curious, “I haven’t seen you before.”

   things had quickly falling apart upon their arrival to this forsaken town. hardly a surprise, given the uncertainty and mystery surrounding their arrival. meditation had always been his form of relaxation, though with everything that had taken place as of late, it was difficult to get into that right mindset. one had to let themselves completely go, and it was more than a little difficult to do so whenever the dead were roaming. so, kylo had taken to roaming about outside in order to clear his head and collect various thoughts. it was the closest thing he could get to his usual routine. 

   gazing around, he reached out through the force, eyes closed as he felt the presence of life surrounding him. every so often, as his reach furthered, he could feel the wrongness of those things. they stood out so starkly against the others. they shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be walking despite being dead. here they were, though, roaming around. it was a bit unsettling, even to kylo. at the sound of a voice, he slowly turned his head, eyes fluttering open. gaze met the woman’s as he studied her carefully, noting how her dark features stood out. “nor i you,” he responded. kylo had quickly learned there were many people here from other worlds. “my name is kylo ren. who are you??”