Rey, an orphaned street artist is saved from a mugging by Kylo Ren, a member of Snoke's motorcycle gang who has a mysterious past and is connected to Organa securities. The meeting brings them both into a vortex of conflict that connects their past and future. in the course of this story, love and maturity grow for both of them. This story is set in the beautiful Venice beach in the present day. Venice vice is a fan fiction inspired by the characters in the star wars film.
The setting sun spilled orange and purple across the sands of Venice Beach, turning the world into a living canvas. Rey Kenobi stood at its heart, brush in hand, finishing her latest mural: a woman with seagull wings, soaring weightless through a hazy Los Angeles sky.
Rey often painted what she couldn't explain, dreams of flight, of escape, of becoming something more than the world around her could see.
Bright yellow paint covered the outer walls of the souvenir shop where she worked, clashing brilliantly with its curved, ocean-blue roof. Next door, a bohemian building shimmered with mosaics and whimsical statues, as if it had been plucked straight from a dream. Across the street, neon signs buzzed and flashed above colorful facades, drawing tourists like moths.
Sal, the shop's owner, a stocky man with gray hair tied back in a ponytail and a flashy Hawaiian shirt - leaned against the doorframe, sunglasses still on even as the sun slipped lower.
"Good job, Rey!" he called, voice rough but kind. "This mural's gonna pull in crowds. You've got real talent!"
Rey gave him a faint smile, her brush still moving. Compliments didn't mean much. She painted to survive, but more than that, she painted to speak in colors where words failed.
Sal ducked inside, leaving Rey alone. She didn't notice the two figures lurking near the edge of the sidewalk, thin men in black hoodies, eyes darting, calculating.
"Look at that bag," one hissed. "Bet it's loaded. Those brushes ain't cheap."
They moved closer, boots silent on the pavement, drowned out by the clamor of street musicians and laughing tourists. Rey knelt to switch paints, her canvas bag lying just out of reach.
"Hey, sweetie," a voice rasped behind her.
"Nice bag. We'll take it."
Rey spun, heart hammering, to find herself staring at a gleaming knife. Instinct kicked in. She grabbed a nearby spray can and raised it like a weapon.
"Stay back," she said, voice shaking but fierce.
The taller mugger laughed. "Oh yeah? Gonna spray-paint us to death?"
He lunged. Rey ducked aside and blasted his face with a burst of bright blue. The man howled, clutching his eyes. His partner lunged for the bag. Rey kicked out, hard, tripping him backward.
The alley exploded into chaos. Rey fought viciously, spraying, kicking, dodging. Around them, tourists screamed and scattered, but the muggers were determined.
One snatched the bag and bolted.
"Stop!" Rey shouted, fury eclipsing fear.
Without thinking, she tore after them, vaulting over souvenir tables, weaving through the stunned crowd. The only thing that mattered was her bag, her hard-earned money, her sketches, her life.
The thieves sprinted into a narrow alley between two colorful buildings. Without hesitation, Rey followed, the stink of trash and damp assaulting her senses. She splashed through dirty puddles, chasing their fading footsteps.
They reached a heavy metal door at the alley's end and shoved it open. Darkness yawned beyond.
Rey skidded to a halt. For a heartbeat, she hesitated. Beyond that door was danger, she could feel it humming like static in the air.
But so was everything she had.
Teeth gritted, Rey shoved the door open and plunged into the dark.
Inside, the world narrowed to shadows and the sour stink of rot. Her footsteps echoed eerily as she crept forward, hand trailing the rough wall.
Ahead, flashing neon lights revealed the muggers. They turned, sneering.
"Look who's here," one jeered.
"Our little artist wants her toys back."
"You know where you are, right?" the other sneered. "Rider Snoke's turf."
Fear coiled in Rey's gut. She'd heard the rumors. Venice Beach's most dangerous biker gang ruled these alleys. Even the cops stayed clear.
But she stood her ground.
"Give me back my bag," she said, voice firm despite the tremor in her limbs.
They laughed, cruel, mocking, and moved to surround her. Rey backed up until her shoulders hit cold metal.
"You made a big mistake, sweetie," the taller one said, reaching for her.
Rey ducked his grab and slashed at his face with her nails. He howled. The second thug lunged, Rey drove a kick into his stomach, knocking him back.
Her hand closed around a rusty pipe lying on the ground. She swung wide, forcing them to retreat . But they were stronger, faster. One twisted her arm behind her back, wrenching a scream from her throat. The pipe clattered to the ground.
"That's enough," the mugger said, smirking. "Time to pay up."
Rey squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself.
A roar split the alley, deep, raw, and mechanical.
Headlights blazed, blinding. The muggers flinched as a black motorcycle rumbled to a halt at the alley's mouth.
The rider sat still atop it, cloaked in black, his helmet visor gleaming under the flickering neon.
His voice sliced through the tension, cold and commanding:
"Let her go. Or regret it."
The muggers froze. Fear flashed in their wild eyes.
"Kylo Ren," the shorter one croaked, almost too afraid to breathe.
For a moment, Rey forgot the grime on her skin, the throbbing pain in her arm.
Something about the man on the motorcycle pulled at her, sharp, undeniable, like a thread snapping taut between them.
She didn't know who he was.
She didn't know if he was a savior or a new kind of danger.
But Rey knew one thing with certainty.
Everything had just changed.
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