#assassinforged

        THERE’S SOMETHING STRANGE about the zones at night. not in the neon of the diner’s signs, or in the squeal of rubber against road & the scent of exhaust ; not in the lights, not in the sounds. no, there’s something strange in the SILENCE -- the stars in the sky & the glow of bat city in the distance ( though someday, he tells himself, it will be only the stars ) & the LACK of anything to drown out thought. 

          so when he sees the figure shuffling through the sand, hears its footsteps as it gets closer & closer & closer -- well, that’s more HIS SPEED, isn’t it ? his world is always supposed to be hitting the red line. 

     ❝ -- YOU THERE ! ❞ 

          one hand inches towards his holster, but he stops it -- they’re too SMALL. he’s not sure whether his stomach is sinking or his heart’s on fire but they’re too small, too small, TOO YOUNG and already another casualty. 

HALTING JEDI TRAINING was something her and luke both had wished to avoid, but the first order had become on the move, and they were BOTH needed to aid the RESISTANCE. alone, all she had for her assets were her raw, barely tapped potential with the FORCE, and the heavy weight of luke’s—her saber—resting against her thigh. no longer was she the frightened girl who faced off kylo ren and WON. she was something to be reckoned with. something to fear. 

something FAMILIAR tugged at her ; something INEXPLICABLE that she can only deem to be the force working through her—warning her. something unspecific. hairs stuck up at the back of her neck, her breath catching as she felt someone’s warm BREATH ghosting against her skin. an unspecified weapon prickling against the base of her SPINE.