His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter forty

Cold. It was all cold. Your eyes were unfocused and unblinking as you stared. Past the blade protruding from your chest and into the eyes of the man whom you detested to love. You felt the blood pouring out of you, but paid it no mind. This is what you had wanted, after all, the peace and quiet of death. Your body grew limp despite the pounding of your heart, so loud that it was the only thing you could hear in your heart. There was a tingling starting in your chest, like thousands of tiny electric pins. 

He remained still on top of you, staring at you back, face emotionless and dark. You breathed quickly until you couldn't. The initial shock was beginning to wear off and staggering pain began to sere up your chest from the wound. It was nothing like you'd ever felt before. A torrent of gut-wrenching pain, feeling as though every cell in your chest was being brutally ripped apart only to be forced together again. Sering heat spread from your core as if someone had shoved a ball of hot magma down your throat, you tried to rithe, to get away from the heat that was incinerating your cells, but your body would not respond to your pleas. 

Feeling the blood rise up your throat, you began to choke on the warm liquid. Your eyes were tempted to roll back, but you dared not break eye contact. 

Your naked body lay under him, and a thought entered your head.

Together forever huh?

Eternity to exact my revenge.

To torture you the way you tortured me.

Yeah... that sounds fun

Your body was failing, you could feel the presence of death, waiting and watching for the moment that you slipped, then he would take your hand and lead you away from this pain. The heat was cooling, but too much. You felt cold. Deep within your bones, there was a chill, until your body became numb. 

This is it, I'm going to die

Your body started spasming, beginning with small twitches at the tips of your fingers, but soon merging into body rocking convulsions. You barely noticed as you struggled to hold your head up. It felt like you were underwater, pressure in your head and the sound muffled. Your vision kept shifting, struggling to find a central spot to focus on. You could no longer see his face. Black spots began to cloud the outer rims of your sight, moving and merging and blurry. 

But you refused to die until you had acted out the move that would continue the game between you and Feitan.

You felt his thighs press against yours, the skin on skin contact. And you willed the last of your nen to that area.

The black spots merged together to form a black rim around your entire sight with a spec of light that was growing smaller. So this is the tunnel to light that people talk about, huh? 

Your thoughts were heavy. How much time had passed? Who knows? Who cares? Your throat contracted once more in an effort to clear your airways that were filled with your own blood, but it was futile. You couldn't feel your body anymore, and as the tunnel vision began to close, you felt a euphoric sense of calm. 

 The cold was here, and death had outstretched his hand to you.

You gently took it. It was warm and bony and soothing.

He helped you stand, and you walked away from your body, and from the man whom you had come to love to hate.