Jonathan X Reader

The Fire

"What's your name?" You asked him as you had him pinned and your blade pressed against his throat.

"None of your business." He spat. He them flipped us over and brought down his seraph blade. "You aren't gonna live long enough for it to matter."

That's what you think bitch. You pushed him off of you and he fell on the ground, at this point your seraph blade had rolled away so you grabbed your baseball bat and hit him so hard he felt back down and he was out cold.

You changed into your gear, took all of his weapons, drew a strength rune on your shoulder, and carried him up to the roof. The roof was never used and it had a giant metal pole in the middle that was a satellite.

You grabbed some rope and tied him up on the pole and waited for him to wake up. Once the mystery stranger woke up he freaked out. You guessed it was from being tied up.

"What the fuck?!" He started yelling the moment he saw you standing there with his dagger in your hand. "How the hell did this happen?"

"Whale... you broke into my apartment then I knocked you out and tied you up so I could interrogate you. Pretty simple really" You smirked at this as you twirled the dagger around your fingers.

"Get these fucking ropes off of me. Now." His eyes gleamed with hatred as He stared daggers at you

"I will." You said and batted your
eyelashes at him innocently. "After you tell me your name and why you were in my house" one of your eye brows rose as if daring him to question you.

"Alright." His head sagged in what looked like defeat. "My name is none of your fucking business, now untie these ropes so that I can leave."

"Whale then I guess you asked for it, 'none of my buisiness'" You took his dagger and sliced down the arms of his gear, exposing long dark cuts that started to bleed. Then you put your nose merely inches from his. "Do you wanna tell me now?"

"Stupid bitch look what you've done!" His painful gasp lead you to look down at his arms his arms weren't oozing blood, instead a black goo slowly dripped down his arms.

"What the hell is that?" You jumped backwards and in your state of confusion the dagger slipped and cut his ropes open.

His dark chuckle was the only sound that filled your ears and his quickly healing arms were all that you saw. "Oh that my dearest was just a little distraction I used to get you to cut those horrid little ropes."

"Why you litt-" You were cut off by the sound of a knife whizzing through the air straight for your face. Lucky for you, the training you received as a child kicked in and you dodged it without a moments notice.

"I'm going to kill you," your ragged breaths filled the air. "And I'm the best at what I do."

You grabbed him and pulled him towards you then sent him a kick straight to the stomach. He flew backwards and smashed into the wall, but that didn't stop him, he flipped backwards and came right for you. You toppled over the side of the roof and held on the the side, looking up into those pitch black pupils of his.

"Awww sorry it had to end this way dear, but I was ... hired to kill you and I'm 'the best at what I do.'" His last words mocked what you said only moments ago. He smirked as he grabbed your hands and flung you off of the side of the building.

As you were falling to your death your pathetic excuse of a life passed through your mind. You saw training sessions with your father, your mother reading stories to you, playing hide-and-seek, and then their death.

That set off the memory that you were going to die without ever knowing what your parents did to make them leave Alicante and go into hiding. And that made you angrier than you have ever been before.

You let out a blood curdling scream and all that you could see was red. A source of power exploded from your chest and what looked like fire burst from your hands. It was as if you had absolutely no control over your movements your palms flipped over to face the ground the was quickly coming closer to you, the power pushed you back up through the air and you landed with a soft thud on top of the roof. By now the fire had engulfed your whole body but you didn't feel hurt, all you felt was a burning passion to kill this man who threw you.

He was still on the roof but now instead of a sinister smirk, the only expression he showed was one of slight fear but only slight. He brought his hand to his mouth and whistled. Out of no where four demons flew up into the sky and all of their eyes were trained on you.

This power that has been controlling you moved your arms and shot four balls of fire right at the demons. They exploded into piles of ash and dust that rained down from the sky.

Your eyes found the man on your roof and now his expression showed determination. He flung himself into the air and landed right before you. Your fore curled around him and you saw him start to burn but he wasn't giving up yet.

He pulled his stele out of his pocket and grabbed your arm. He started to draw a rune on your wrist but you couldn't tell what it was. Your powered surged and he almost let go but he finished the rune.

Your power diminished and all that was left around you was the shreds and ashes of your burnt clothes. Your body itself wasn't burned but your clothes were just nothing.

At this point you looked down at your arm and saw a rune you had never seen before but already the effects were flowing through you. Your eyes filled with hatred as you took one final look at this mans dark eyes before you collapsed and everything went black.