a god named sin (jinx x reader)

part 1, pilot (rewrite)

chapter warnings:

description of blood and violence

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(readers point of view)

do you know what it genuinely feels like to have your life stripped away? the feeling of it slipping through your fingers no matter how hard you beg and plead for some higher power to take it upon themselves to feel mercy, to feel some form of pity for you. the feeling of utter despair and the feeling of your heart, beating and frantic as you pray for something to take this feeling and store it far, far away where it cant hurt you anymore.

thats what they put me through,

what they did to me,

what SHE put me through.

its all her fault.

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my clothes were drenched, an ache settling in my chest at the feeling of the clothes sticking to my wounds, sticking to my skin and pulling as i tried to gather exactly what was going on. my head was throbbing, hot blood slipped and dripped from the cut marring my head.

i couldnt recall what had happened, the rush of it all completely wiping away my train of thought. the explosion, the screaming. the people fleeing only to make it a few feet before the figures emerged from the dust, bursting into action and taking it upon themselves to end innocent lives. the enforcers. ragged breaths slipped past my lips as i ached, trying my hardest to move, to push myself up on limbs made of jelly. choking down the ache that settled in my heart and limbs, i felt the bubbling feeling of a scream threatening to slip, past my lips and into the stuffy air to call out and lead death decorated in armored suits to my crumpled form.

death was a vile thing, her presence looming over the others, her daunting steps crunching rocks and the debris surrounding me. predator circling pray, yet the scream that settled in my throat stayed at bay. the exhausted feeling kept me from calling out and i laid there, fragile and weak. too weak to even beckon a death i couldve begged for.

i couldnt make out my general surroundings, i knew where i was. the daunting bridge, the air sticky against my skin. though i hardly could care for who was around. praying that whoever found me would make this swift. the minutes laying there already too agonizing to bear.

through the thick dust and a moment of respite i could make out a tall man, his stature bulky and one of a seasoned warrior. two gauntlets hung at his side as i watched him, my cheek smooshed against the pavement, blood leaking from my parted lips as he finished off an enforcer with the crunch of bones and weak gurgling. thoughts flickered, and i had wondered if i would have rather have been under him. death dealt swiftly by the man rather than lady death herself.

i felt his eyes on my form, his gaze burning yet a frown swept upon his face. he was a lot taller up close, his frame larger. through my aching bones i felt the shiver tickling my spine, the fear that wiped whatever remaining color from my face. i had no energy to resist, to try and slip from his arms as he picked me up. i could only muster up a struggled whimper.

his voice was gentle when it met my ears, gruff in a paternal way that made the weariness slip from my bones, even for just a moment.

"you're awfully banged up, kid." he rumbled softly, "i'll get you some help, stay with me."

that was the last thing before i slipped into unconsciousness, the black consuming me. in that moment i didnt know if the man who carried me took me somewhere safe or if lady death and her sharp talons took it upon herself to take me far, far away. from the wreckage. i prayed for something gentle, something clean.

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authors note:

this was the shortest chapter i had written and im very pleased with the rewrite! i doubled the previous words and tailored it to my new writing! stay tuned for new rewrites and chapters! i will be adding *rewrite* in the chapter names but, after chapter 8 the rest are all going to be brand new. happy reading!!!