A Reincarnated Sacrifice (A Dirk x Reader fanfiction)

The Start of a Game

( A/N: Okay, so, I have recently discovered that what I was actually talking about in the first chapter is actually supposed to be second P.O.V, where it says 'You' and shit. All chapters will be in second P.O.V, unless otherwise stated. Oh, and this chapter starts before the Alpha game, hence the name.)

It was blank. A blank space, a blank room. No colors illuminating from any crevice, from any corner. It was just blank. Like an unpainted canvas, or an unmarked piece of paper. Your shadow is the only thing in that space besides yourself. With only the sound of your breathing, the room was empty, bland, and silent. Only you remained. You just stand there. Not knowing what to do, not seeing what you could even accomplish doing. Only listening to the steadiness of your breath, you can't even hear the beating in your chest, let alone feel lit. You lift up your hand, placing it over where your heart should be. Is it even in there? Is there any possibility that anatomy is all wrong, and you're the only human being with out a heart? Does that explain your inability to feel? Just as the questions begin to devour your brain, the sound of your breath is soon accompanied by an echoing voice throughout the space you stand alone in.

"Why...?"

Looking around, you check to see if you're still the only person located in the white room. You see no other body accompanying yours, but the echo still continues.

"Why?"

The sound seems to be getting closer, and closer, approaching you in the blank room.

"Who's there?" Was all you asked, the tone of your voice remaining monotone.

"Why...did you let me die?"

The voice was now right behind you, and quickly, you swerve around, trying to catch a glimps of the holder of the mysterious voice. Actually, the voice was not so mysterious, considering that you feel like you've heard it before. It's as if, there's a very vague memory from somewhere, hidden in your brain, of that voice speaking. And then there's the sentence...oh fuck, you knew exactly who had that voice, and you definately didn't want to deal with that bullshit right now. You swerve around, meeting face-to-face with the 'mysterious person', but the person you see isn't mysterious. It was a very familiar face, just from a long time ago. A face that you had often wished to see again, just so you can remember what it was like to feel. Here you are, facing directly towards your dead little sibling, trying to have emotions, such as happiness, sadness, or guilt. But even facing your dead sister, nothing in your heart changed. Her eyes were completely whited out, blood was dripping out of the corner of her mouth, and the three puncture holes were still clear as can be, a crimson red still clear and apparent through her small, tiny, childish body.

"Why did you let me die, (F/N)? If you would've stayed, you could've protected me."

"I know I could've, and I often wish I did stay, but I didn't and that was my choice. I was being an idiot, running into the woods just for food and fire supplies, when I should've been taking care of you."

You quickly stuck your hands in the pockets of your (Favorite Color) sweatshirt. Right now, you should be breaking down crying, begging for forgiveness, but you aren't, but you can't. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you want to, the feelings that you once had have now disappeared into nothing. You're heart's just an empty shell, nothing to fufill itself with. You guess that it's probably been to long to start feeling again. Every single feeling you once felt has disintegrated into pure nothingness. Even the standing body of your long dead sibling doesn't even effect you in the slightest, and you hate youself for it. However, you can't actually feel hate, considering that it's a feeling, so instead, you disagree with the fact that you can't feel a thing, even with the dead body of a long lost loved one standing in front of you.