A Reincarnated Sacrifice (A Dirk x Reader fanfiction)

Sins of the Fallen

The day was cold, yet somehow, you felt warm. It must have been from the experience of running to that degree. Your body wasn't used to it – especially in the condition it was in. Your ribs showing from the degree of famine you experienced, the weakness in your knees from malnutrition – outsiders would be surprised that you were running at all. The only explanation as to how you were going so fast to that extent was that of your goal, and the suffering you've endured to get this far. You weren't alone in this endeavor either, for your sister was right beside you, and even though she was quite malnourished as you were, neither of your running ceased, in fear of being caught.

The red skies above your head were that of nothing you've ever seen, really. Being caged inside your entire life would have prevented you from doing so, and you've only ever heard legends from your mother. You should have known all of those legends were fake. For now, however, you couldn't dwell much on that matter, for something much important was on your mind – getting out of there.

Deadly robots chased you, constantly firing lasers and bullets, hoping to strike you and your sibling down in the same path you were going in. The fear of being caught gripped you, and forced your legs to move faster than you ever thought they could. It wasn't the fear of death that gripped you, however, it was the fear that they would keep you alive, and bring you back into that torturous hell to spend the rest of your life in a prison only meant for the insane. No – that wasn't going to be you, or your sister. If anything, her safety was the most important to you, as made obvious by the sight in your left eye.

You both dwelled on and on, running, but stamina slowly shorting out. It wouldn't be long until your sister collapsed – her breathing was heavier than yours, and she seemed to be stumbling over her feet over and over again. If any of you were to slag behind for even a moment that would be the death – or even worse – for the both of you.

As the bullets and lasers hit around you, one of which finally found themselves to you, and bore themselves into your shoulder. It hurt – it stung – the burning flesh was cleanly hit and scorched, making you scream and holler in pain. You didn't stop running however – you continued to go on. You had to be free.

That's when it hit you - the feeling of Deja-vu. The same pain you felt in your shoulder was similar to something you seemed to remember long ago. The burning smell of your own flesh, the heat emanating from your cheeks – it all seemed familiar to you, yet, you knew that this is definitely the first time you were doing something like this. This was the first time you've decided to fight for your own freedom, right?

Slowly, your running started coming to a halt, as you could hear the robots behind you coming ever so closer, and as this was taking place, you began to remember. This already happened, only, it happened a very long time ago. You were – you were already aware of who you are, and currently, you're in a far different predicament than before. You weren't a child, you were a teenager who...who just turned sixteen. As your memories came back to you, you stopped running, and much to your sisters dismay, you turned around and faced the robots approaching you.

Despite your running, and your urge to keep running, you faced the red death machines, and slowly placed a hand up, not fighting against those who would ultimately bring your demise.

It seemed to work.

As the robots who surely were coming to collect your own death appeared right in front of you, as soon as they came into contact, all of them disappeared like smoke, as did your own sibling. You should've known from the start. You were in a goddamn dream bubble again.