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Chapter 2 Sneak Peek

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Reader

[A Shape of Water AU]

1.3k, Full chapter coming soon!

Walking down the long hallway deep in the bowels of the base, you find yourself in front of the lab once more. It’s strange, not having Gwen by your side, strange not having her to comment and complain in that familiar way. But it’s also not together unwelcome.

You wonder if maybe, since you’re coming alone, the Asset will be more inclined to show himself.

Just as you’re about to scan your identification card however, the steel doors hiss open and out stumbles a screaming scientist. You aren’t sure which one this is, but he doesn’t make it more than a few steps -- before the top half of his torso slides off of the bottom half, a clean slice through his body.

You cover your mouth and nose in shock at the sight, stifling your own gasp, as the man falls to the ground in two pieces. It is quite the scene, and you tuck yourself out of sight behind the large mechanical mechanism which operates the doors as those in the hallway begin to scream and run away.

More scientists rush around the fallen man, panicked and desperately calling for help.

You cannot stop looking at him though, because though he is severed into two, there is no blood. You smell the stench of burnt flesh and it makes you gag, and only then do you realize that whatever has murdered this man has done so in a way where the seams of his body are cauterized shut, sealed on impact.

People flood the hallway, and you make the quick decision in all the commotion, to slip through the steel doors just as they’re beginning to close.

You don’t know what compels you to do so, but you do, bracing yourself against the shut door when it hisses closed behind you.

Unlike the other day, there are no pools of blood sloshing about on the floor. The room looks a disaster, chairs and tables toppled over, papers strewn absolutely all over every surface. You quickly bend down and pick one up, read through it hastily.

Bacta, you read, that’s what this jell-o shit is. It’s not entirely dissimilar to jell-o at all, from the looks of the paperwork.

“Stage four bacta composition,” You speak it aloud so that it better sticks in your brain, “Testing for the aid in regenerative properties of biological tissue.”

They were healing him? Regenerating biological tissue…did that mean they were torturing him to see how fast this shit could fix him back again?

You put the paper down right where you found it, careful not to disturb anything else for the time being, as you approach the tank.

He’s floating there, unconscious. The bacta around him is still, and as a result it’s much more clear than it had been the other day. You figure the more he moves, the more it agitates the gel and makes it more difficult to see. But he is still, once again hooked up to a breathing mask and that collar, as he floats peacefully.

He must be sedated, that’s the only explanation. He had to be the one who had killed the scientist, and he must have been shut down for it. But you place your hands on the glass anyway, leaning in close.

This close, you can see some features of his face, and you decide yes, he must be handsome.

His hair is black and beautiful as it suspends around his face. Of his face you can only see his eyes, see how they are closed against the gel, lashes long and dark as they brush against his cheek. He has a couple beauty marks dotting the exposed skin, one above his eyebrow and one on his cheek. You trace the spots with your finger, dragging it against the tank, entranced.

His body is another marvel altogether, you decide, as your gaze travels downwards. He wears nothing but what looks like a pair of swim trunks, a small sense of modesty. He is exceptionally well built, muscular and strong. His arms and thighs look like he could crush your skull between them, and you smile to yourself at the thought that he probably would, if given the chance.

He’s…he’s just so wide. His stomach does not sport defined abs, but there is clear power in the muscle there, the absolute thickness of him. His shoulders look sturdy enough to carry a carload of people without breaking a sweat.

But the thing that somehow, for some reason breaks your heart, is he is absolutely littered in scars and bruises. Even his face, there is a healed gash peeking out from the mask which you think connects to the one that splits down his neck and onto his shoulder. His stomach looks like bullet-holes which have healed, scattered about and mingling with criss-crossing patterns of weapons designed for torture.

You wonder if he came with those, or if they’d be souvenirs he leaves with. You’re not so sure which is more sad.

You wonder if he will ever leave, if they’ll ever let him.

Your eyes fix themselves on a new wound, one that must have just been inflicted, and watch in awe as the bacta does what it’s designed to do.

You’ve never seen anything like this before, never in all your years at the base. You nearly press yourself to the tank, smudge the glass with your breath as you level your face with his torso. There is a deep wound, one that had carved its way down into the Asset’s bone, and you nearly can’t believe your eyes as you watch it heal.

The bacta penetrates the wound and stitches it closed, almost like magic. It works from the inside out, works to rebuild and grow the tissues in the layers of their importance, until in only a matter of minutes, it is completely smooth, the only sign of any sort of injury being freshly pink skin.

And then, almost as if he knows, as if he can sense you, he raises his hand and presses it against the glass.

You dart to stand up once more, having been crouching in front of his stomach to watch the mesmerizing process of the bacta healing. His eyes are still closed, and he doesn’t move aside from his hand, and you wonder if it hurts, if it’s painful to regrow tissue that quickly.

Outside the door you hear talking, footsteps. And though they don’t stop in front of the lab, it’s a reminder that you’re not technically supposed to be here now, you’re not technically assigned to clean in this moment.

“I have to go.” You tell him, even though he can’t hear you – both because he’s asleep, and because he’s behind bulletproof glass. “I have to go but I’ll come back, okay? Tomorrow I’ll come back.”

You collect yourself and leave his side, leave the tank. You try your best not to step on anything, not to disturb any of the toppled furniture, not to make a sound. It aches you to leave him, but you know that he doesn’t even know you’re there to begin with.

You scan the identification card and wait for the blast doors to open, and without a look back, you leave.

You don’t see it, but his hand tenses against the glass, a silent plea for you to stay.

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