Shadows of our end - KDA x Male Reader (Original)

Act 1 - 031

*** Kiriko POV ***

Waiting near the room, I spot the person that I am waiting for walking towards me with smoke rising in the air from behind her. She takes a long pull before breathing out, "Detective, last time I saw you was..."

"Years ago," I admit.

"Headmaster said that you needed the head nurse to keep someone alive while you do your questioning," she cocks her head. "You look a bit pissed."

I gesture to the door, "Get in."

She walks past me, I look down at my hands to see that parts of my skin are infected with shadow. Then lifting my gaze I walked forward into the room to see the person that we cuffed to the chair, brought him to the precinct and got all the permissions I needed to learn what I needed to learn.

The guy looks at Lauren. "I suppose this is where I talk to a lovely lady like you before she starts crucifying me?"

Lauren chuckles, "Nope, I am not here to talk to you," she lifts her hand, "Let's just say... I am going to be the one keeping you alive long enough till you start wishing you died."

Eyes spread wide open he looks at me. "The quicker you talk, the quicker you get out of this without any trauma."

He chuckles, "You won't do that, you aren't nearly-"

I lift my knee into his chin surprised he didn't bite his tongue off with that kick I grab him by the hair pulling his head backwards to look me in the eye, "Where did Jhin take them?"

He chuckles, "You know his name?"

"It's not his name, it's the mask's name," I then feel irritation go through my body as my eye twitches, I slam my fits into his Adam's apple only to have Lauren walk forward and remedy the damages.

In the case of my rupturing one of his windpipes. "Try not to kick him in the dick, I don't want to get near it."

"I know," I mutter.

He wheezes, trying to gasp for air as sweat starts dripping down the side of his face. I am going to have to make it hurt a lot more. That's the reason why Lauren is here is that she works like an adrenaline shot. She can heal all your wounds and keep you awake at the same time.

As a nurse not able to get rid of the pain, perfect for this situation.

"Work with me and I don't have to get her to replace eyeballs," almost tempted to start with it but I doubted doing it now was going to get anything out of him. The bastard,  he probably is waiting for the perfect time to tell us.

But I don't have time.

"It will be glorious," he chuckles through his pain."His plan-" I use my shadows to crush his fingers pushing them in different directions that they can't bend till the bone starts snapping through the skin.

His screams are the only sure answer I have been given as of yet.

Lauren then sighs as she touches his hands, "This is probably going to hurt a lot more putting it together than breaking them."

*** Normal POV ***

I woke up screaming, the heels of someone's boots were pressing into the gunshot wound. I could feel the shackles around my wrists cutting into my skin as I tried to fight back against him. He lifts his leg and I feel like I can pass out again at any moment.

They have been trying to manipulate us, and emotionally break us down into believing that we need to blame someone. In my case whoever these men are - they've been whispering it and telling me that it is my mother's fault.

Been trying to get it in my head but... they just resorted to torturing me when they learned that it wasn't working on me. My wrists are itching as the cold shackles touch the cuts around my wrists.

I'm genuinely surprised I haven't died from disease... I kind of wish I did. The exhaustion is just dumbing down all of the pain so far - I can't feel my body anymore. I absently stare at my legs in the dimly lit room.

Trying to get some form of shadow to form but each time I do manage to create anything it just fades away instantly. 

When is it... I don't even know. 

The people leave the room leaving the two of us here, at least Akane looks shit tons better I am. I save what little strength I have, if I do die here the chances are they are just going to kill him outright.

"Hey..." he starts talking, "This isn't your fault... right?"

I wheeze out, "Do you want to blame me?"

"N-no..."

"You'll make it out... if someone comes for you. Let them save you."

"What about you?!"

"Look at me," I shut my eyes, "Do I look alive to you?"

"I can't-"

"I'm bait, if I die he gets what he wants. If you die nothing comes from it and is just another casualty-"

"Are you saying I don't mean anything?!"

"I..." too weak to even explain myself. "I have to die, I am going to die. There's no way around that. When they come for you do your best to escape, don't worry about me... someone might save me... maybe not."

"I won't do that..."

I don't know what happened after but I just feel like I am slipping in and out of consciousness. 

*** Lauren POV ***

Watching her do her thing. You can almost mistake her for being the villain right now and this poor bastard stepped into the wrong place. The shadows have started to cling to her skin practically covering her neck and her jaw. Even around her, it feels like you are looking at a cloud of smoke hanging around her person.

This is a hero. A person who saves people from monsters. I can't tell if she would have been a better monster than a hero... then again... I am healing someone so that he can get tortured to no end.

Glad to see I am being pretty heroic as well, but... I haven't seen her like this in a very long time.

A day has passed and he still hasn't said anything - I am surprised his mental is keeping up with all of the physical abuse. Even though he has been brought to tears a couple of times now, I think he is waiting for the perfect time.

When is that?

She walks away from him and out of the room, I do my thing and follow her out as I state, "There isn't a place where he isn't going to tell you where to find him."

"I know... and he isn't going to tell us till the time is right," then rubbing her eyes. "Tell me, what will I find if I go there?"

"A person can survive for quite a long time if left unwounded," I state. "But I can't bring people back from the dead."

"You aren't answering my question."

"It won't be pretty... I can guarantee neither of them will be the same person walking out of it," unless your will is so powerful to not give even after your breaking point... I have yet to meet anyone who can endure that.

I mend bodies. Not minds. I can tell you right now that nothing is stopping them from taking their own lives after something like this... but I don't have the heart to say that to you right now.

Not when you look like that, not when you are already mourning.