Redemption | Chuuya x Reader x Dazai |

Pain -20

A soft clap echoed from behind her. Tilting her head in confusion, she turned around. Her eyes flew wide as her feet nearly tripped over the corpse behind her. She looked behind her to see if she could run, but there was no exit. She'd backed herself into a problem. "Happy early anniversary."

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The females (e/c) looked at her gloved hands. Grabbing the edges, she went to pull off the fabric before a bang pierced the area. Holding her hand, she winced. With her fingertips covered, her ability wouldn't be able to activate. "You're dead! I made sure of it... how, how are you here! I'm dreaming, right? This isn't real." the words fell from her lips as she stumbled back. Opting to grab her phone which lay on the floor. Another shot fired, but she used her body as a shield for the phone. Coughing the excess blood as her body healed the gunshot wounds, she dialed the first contact that came up. It just so happened to be Dazai.

"It took a lot of poking around and money to get your location revealed. Turns out tracking down an assassin can be difficult." the rough voice sent shivers down her spine as she rolled her eyes. She didn't have to be afraid. Even if she had to withstand hundreds of shots and new scars. She'd pull off the gloves and slaughter him in the most gruesome way possible, she'd slow him down, take his gun and shoot him, so he'd bleed out. "Even now I can see the way you're thinking. So gruesome, dolls ought to not think so grotesquely."

Tugging at her glove again and keeping the call going, she hid her phone within her dress. "Luckily I am not a doll." she hummed grunting as her arm was shot again. Her body healed and shoved out the bullet.

"You know, I think I'll cut this short." tilting her head, the female rolled her eyes, before her eyes widened. If he stopped shooting her hands, arms, and wrists, she'd be able to get the gloves off. She just needed to be patient. Yet with every shot, he got closer to her. Her bloodied body was already running low on stamina. The next bullet went directly through her palm, lodging itself within her arm. Letting her arms drop as she bit back a hiss, the female glared.

She had no hand-to-hand combat training. Her ability was powerful, but by herself she was weak. It was no shock how both her frail wrists were easily grabbed by only one of her ex-fiance's hands. He was careful to grip the gloves and hold her tightly. His gun raised again, this time he placed it directly at her forehead. Lining it up with the scar, he smirked.

"You've always hated poisons since they take so long to be pushed out. By then your body's pushed out enough blood for you to be dizzy, while also finding it hard to move from how much energy you've spent." snarling, the female spat at him watching it have no effect.

He pressed the trigger and let go. He watched her body fall unconscious for a moment before her eyes opened. The bullet shoved from her skin as it attempted to close only to reopen over and over. The pulse of the skin recreated the same sharp pain every time the wound opened and blood spilled. Her eyes watered as she gripped her head, biting back a scream as she tossed and turned lightly. Her breathing came in large inhales and exhales. The skin around the wound was a slight purple, showing the veins as the poison spread and shrank. Her body prevented the spread while trying to heal the other wounds. Constantly in and out of consciousness, her body would spasm for a moment, before rocking with violent coughs that led to blood spurting from her lips. Blood fell from her nose. "Make... make it stop!" she whimpered. Lost within the pain, she let the tears fall from her eyes. "Let me die... I want to die." to add to her pain, the fiance pressed the gun to her throat.

"This is just a consequence for a total of four things. One, trying to kill your fiance. Two, completely running away. Three, kissing other men. Then four, costing me a whole bunch of fucking money. Buying things with my money, making deals, and stealing from my vault. You're lucky all I do is shoot you four times with the deadly poison." shaking her head as she recovered slightly from the first shot, she lay on her side, coughing the remaining blood from her lungs.

"Please... no more." she gave away all pride, letting fear consume her as she begged. Rolling his eyes as his hand yanked her blood-clotted hair, he yanked her head back. Revealing her neck, he shot the next bullet. If her ability didn't make her immortal, she'd have already been dead from the fire of the bullet. Screaming, her body fell unconscious before jolting awake as she tossed and turned. No longer trying to stay strong, she let her screams fill the air. Another bullet fired through her skull. The pain tripled as the wound that had just closed reopened.

When this round of pain faded, she looked up at him. Her eyes were dull and completely lifeless as she sat limp. "Poor thing. What have you learned today?" the male's voice whispered in its false sense of kindness and soothing beats. "It's alright to speak."

"It won't happen again," she whispered, clearly buying herself time to fully recover. He snickered, wrapping a hand around her throat. He aimed the gun just above his fingers. This time he'd cut off her oxygen for a few seconds. Watch her body forcibly open a wound to get air in as it healed the wound he created. "Please... don't i-i'm sorry." her voice was hoarse and dipping with the residues of pain.

"Last bullet," he hummed before firing. Her body went limp before regaining motion. Choking on blood for a moment before it was forced out of her lungs and her body opened a wound itself. Letting air into her lungs as she flailed around. He sighed, kissing her forehead.

"Get the fuck away from her." it was another male's voice. The fiance turned to point his gun before snarling. Pulling down on the trigger, he snarled. Tossing the metal to the side, he fished around for another weapon.