Pyre - (Dabi X Reader) BNHA Fanfic

~ Part 63 ~

꧁༒☬𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴.
𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓼 𝓲𝓽.
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓮𝓽, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂.☬༒꧂

They say through living in a space that we do not understand; everything becomes meaningless, incoherent, and forcefully scary. If fear rules our lives, we lose the core of our being, since fear disrupts the schedule of our existence and blocks the soothing waves of logic.

Yet, sometimes the things we see in shadows are more than just shadows. It's hard to fight against fear, especially when it turns into terror. You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives, doesn't mean they apply to you. Real terror is, when you're staring into the face of death, and death blinks first. You'd think that would make you feel brave and invincible. It doesn't.

It was dark, pitch black. The cold concrete floor below you was hard and rough. It was hard to breathe, not only because of the injuries your body had sustained – but the air was so thick with the smell of feces and blood, it was as if though breathing through a thick cloth. Sleep couldn't properly consume you – it never did anymore.

You moved a little, as much as your pained muscles and injuries would let you. Every part of you pained. The skin below your ears and around your wrists was so burned it had lost all its feelings. Your whole body was tingling and shaking, from the cold and the aftereffects of being electrocuted. You didn't want to move from lying on your stomach, not only was it too painful, but you knew the new wounds from being cut open and rough injections might get infected from the dirty ground. Your stomach had the least wounds out of your whole body.

Your hair clung to your face, wet and dirty, hiding it from whatever might be lurking behind the bars of the cell that you were locked in. You were drenched in cold sweat. It should've been impossible to sleep, but you'd been running past the point of exhaustion for the last three days now. Despite every inch of your body begging for mercy, beside your mind being scared right out of its sanity, you couldn't fight the overwhelming tiredness.

How long had it been since all of this had started? 3 years? Or was it 4? Time had become meaningless in here. Whatever, it didn't matter. It'd been going for so long now ... it felt like it was never going to end.

You couldn't keep awake enough to think anymore, so you slowly let your tight muscles relax. It didn't feel safe, but you couldn't have kept them sprint ready any longer, even if you'd tried. Maybe you could just get an hour of sleep in, it'd be enough. More than you'd gotten in a while now. He was done for today.

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The breath was in your ear. It was there, tickling your hair. You froze, ice spreading down your back from the back of your neck. You're fine.

Fuzzy and disorientated, caught between dream and reality. The delicate skin of your eyelids fluttered open as you tried to adjust your vision to the initially impenetrable darkness. Eventually, you remembered where you were. It was your cell, not necessarily the most comforting realization, but it was the closest you had to a sanctuary in this hell-bound place. A light wave of relief swept across your frozen muscles. You painfully curled up into yourself, trying to find some warmth despite the immense pain this caused in every part of your body. Until there was a small noise.

What was that?

Your eyes snapped back open as a gasp hitched in your chest. No worries, maybe you had still been dreaming. It's okay. There, those are the red numbers blaring across the silent face of the clock in the wall. 3:03. AM or PM? It didn't really matter, either one of those still meant you had enough time to rest a little, he only ever started at 5pm. Still enough time to rest, you repeated. That hunched mound across there ... had it always been there? Probably. They always stored things down here in the holding room. You listened for the sounds of the other two kids sleeping. It was awfully quiet; you couldn't hear their even breaths. They were only ever this quiet ... when ...

The steady drumbeat of your pulse picked up, a staccato tempo as your now razor-sharp vision fixed onto the dark and strange shape sitting there, at the entrance.

Your airways spasmed, inadvertently gulping down air. Hot tears leaked down your flushed cheeks to mingle among a budding sheen of sweat. You choked, unable to make your dried lips curve to shape the right words. The syllables clumped and stuck in the impassable vault of your throat. You weren't sure what was going save you, but nothing was going to rescue you unless things began to work again. You couldn't move in this persistent dream state...paralyzed, helpless. The commands spilled from your brain like water from a broken dam, an internal riot but ultimately ineffectual.

The mound moved. Your skin went cold, covered in goose bumps. Your heart pounded hard, trying to pump warm blood. "Shhh...". You nearly whimpered aloud. His hands reached out, wrapping around the cage bars, pulling the door too heavy for you to open in your weakened state, wide open. His steps were slow and heavy as they stalked towards you. Your fingers dug into the dirty cement floor. "Please", you whispered. You didn't know what you were asking for. Your feet screamed to run, but your body was as heavy as stone.

You shook so badly now; it was hard to move. Desperation to get away from him, made you shove yourself back into the corner of the wall. "Please", you croaked desperately, tears pouring from your wide-open eyes. You hadn't seen it coming when all of a sudden, his hand lashed out, grabbing your arm forcefully. A terror-filled scream left your throat. You pulled against his grip like a wild animal. Trying to grasp a hold of whatever could over a hold.

Your voice started failing you, disappearing. It was only choked, whisper-like screams that painfully left your throat. All you'd done the past three days had been screaming in horror and pain, your voice had given up yesterday already actually. "Please, please, please, please. Please, don't", you wailed, "please, please, please, please". You couldn't think straight enough to form any other words as he dragged you out of your cell. Your nails scrapped against the concrete floor, scraping off the skin. You shook your head desperately, trying to cry, to scream, but your voice was completely gone.

You could only mouth the words you were begging. You weakly managed to grab ahold of the doorframe. It didn't bring much though, as he yanked you forward, throwing you against the stairs. Your head hit a step hard, bringing a loud ringing to your ears. You let out a horrendous, choked gurgle. You turned on your stomach, disregarding the already familiar pain as you desperately tried to crawl up the stairs, away from him. Your arms were weak, thinner than you could ever imagine they could go. You tried to pull yourself up, a shrieking, desperate wail never quieting down.

The arm that he had grabbed before, had gone completely limp and dead, you couldn't even feel it. You pushed yourself up, your only arm failing you when the pressure got too much. Your jaw hit against the step hard. You heard a disgruntled sigh behind you.

"What a wreck", he grumbled, "you're supposed to be the one that survives". You shook painfully with sobs, shaking your head. No, you didn't want to survive anymore. You just wanted it to end.