My Assassin (Killua X Reader) [COMPLETED]

Beautiful Burn

Song is recommended.

Y/N's P.O.V.

Once again, my hands and legs were bound to the chair. But this time, instead of chains, my captors wrapped my skin in leather, firm and unmoving. The fabric was worse, if I moved even an inch, excruciating pain shot throughout my entire body. I watched through gritted teeth as one of the robed figures exchanged a brief look with his comrade, being out the door a second later.

The remaining figure sat in a seemingly uncomfortable wooden chair at the far end of the dim room, legs outstretched and arms crossed, the meaning clear: I'm not leaving, and neither are you.

I noticed from the corner of my eye that the man was holding a device in his hand, finger scrolling various tabs. His lips suddenly curved at the ends, sending chills down my spine. "You were raped?"

My eyes widen and my body goes numb, I stay silent. How does he know?

His cold, dark eyes find mine, raising an eyebrow. "What does M stand for?"

"Shut up." I growl, sweat sweeping my temples. Amusement shades his expression, wanting to push even further; break me without touching me. Sickening indeed.

I focus on my heartbeat, closing my eyes. But before my concentration takes form, a rising pain spreads across my right cheek, my head facing West with the impact. Blush spreading. "Don't even dare do that!" My kidnapper bellowed, veins nearly popping from his bald forehead.

Suppressing a small smile, I faked shock. This person was not an idiot, he knew what I was capable of. And he was scared. Walking back, his gaze never wavered from me, disgusted at the sight. The orders assigned to him weren't to kill me, they were to torture me, make me suffer as much as possible before my end.

Jesse was too selfish to allow anyone the satisfaction of my death, my blood. My brother wanted nothing more than to have scarlet traces in his hands to brag about.

I was his trophy.

But everyone knew that a trophy, the prize, wasn't easily won. I would fight for Killua. For my friends. For Ally.

For my sins.

Emotions overpowered my rational thinking and as insane as it was, I could feel the energy in this room, whether it be negative or neutral. The few torches embedding the concrete walls of this chamber danced and then vanished, the space going completely black, blinding us both.

Did I do that?!

I bit my lip, aware of my outer being, touch overruling my other senses. Then, like the veins running along my arm, heat rose and the leather tying me down loosened. I burned it off. I did the same to the rest, with a confused worker wandering around. Should I kill him? I decide on simply escaping along the exit, leaving light steps behind.

I stare at the tiny flame above my palm, not touching it, but floating on top of my flesh. It glows fiantly, leading the way. I have to find Killua first! I pass several passageways that go on forever until my body collides with another person. The flame disappears and I feel someone's hands on my face, massaging it. Or more so, judging the texture. "Hey!" I begin, grabbing their wrists.

The figure stops. "Bitsy?"

I let go, the flame appearing again with Ocean blue eyes staring at me in surprise, relief floods through me. I pull the white haired male in, wrapping arms around his waist, burrying my face in his chest. Killua smells like sweat and smoke and- blood. I pause. "Killua, did you-"

"Yeah. They were being persistent and I didn't know where you were. . ." his breathe is warm and being in this embrace feels like the only safe place right now. He's home. "So you control flames now?" He chuckles, trying to lift the mood, but nothing could erase the fact that Ally was dead. I feel my vision blur with an unexpected burst of liquid.