Through the fire Dabi x Reader

Hell on Earth

"Some women fear the fire. Some women simply become it." ~R.H. Sin

The incessant tugging of the binding scarf you're currently trapped in is starting to drive you crazy. Yes, you had been captured by Eraserhead, who is practically dragging you outside of the building you had attacked. You may not always make the best decisions, but you're rather intelligent,  you know when to stop fighting.

This was one of those times, escaping this predicament is not a viable option. Unless you managed to get lucky, and one of the other league members stumble upon this pitiful scene to save you, you're going to prison. An over whelming flood of emotions invades your body as that reality sinks in, all those lives you've taken finally caught up to you.

The feeling of being watched sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. Out of instinct, your eyes discreetly scan the darkened tree line, even despite the raging blue inferno in the distance the forest is still relatively dark. A tall silhouette almost stops you in your tracks, a sudden harsh tug forces you to the ground resulting in you roughly landing on your ass.

The unnecessary force causes your eye to twitch out of irritation, deciding it best to keep your mouth shut, your eyes land on the unmoving figure still standing in the same place. Narrowing your eyes to get a better look, they widen almost immediately, you recognize the person as Dabi. Excitement drowns out any apprehension you've been feeling, Dabi is here, and he's going to get you out of this.

You really should have known better.

As quickly as he appeared Dabi was gone. He wasn't here to rescue you, Dabi is far from a knight in shining armor, and leaving you to be locked up proves that. Your lips pull into a tight line as some feeble attempt to hide the betrayal coursing through you.

Denki's soft voice directs your gaze to the blonde who is now seated on the ground in front of you. Familiar yellow eyes swimming with an unreadable emotion you've never seen from him. Tension hangs in the air like smog, suffocating you more with every breath you take.

"Why did you do this y/n? You killed all those people, they were innocent, and undeserving of such brutality."

Your throat tightens uncomfortably at your cousin's words, you know damn well he's right, none of them deserved any of that. It's not like you've ever stopped feeling guilty about all of it, maybe prison is where you need to be, locked down like a rabid animal.

"I didn't want to be a monster. I really didn't, but the first time I purposely took a life I knew there was no turning back for me, even if it was an act of self defense. Dwelling on it now doesn't make a difference, it doesn't undo all the wrong I've done. I'm a villain, and that's all I'll ever be."

The sound of sniffling, and the tears flowing from Denki's eyes is like a knife to the chest, just another person you managed to break. Silence once again falls over the both of you, no one knowing what more to say to the other. What is there to say? Are you supposed to beg for forgiveness, and say you'll change?

You've had plenty of chances to turn the other cheek, but your stubbornness never allowed it. Regardless of how much guilt consumes you, it doesn't bring back the lives taken by your hands, and it doesn't fix the families that you've torn apart.

You deserve this, a life with no freedom, restrained to a cold chair until the day you die. Thoughts of how different your life could have been invade every dark corner of your mind. Hell maybe if things would have been different you could have become a hero, even with such a destructive quirk.

An unfamiliar rough voice shakes you from the life you will never have. Your eyes slowly meet those of a heavily armed guard, this is it.

"On your feet, and don't try anything slick, we will use force."

Complying you struggle to get to your feet, the binds around you disappear as your hands are encased in thick metal, quirk cancelling hand cuffs. A strong arm wraps around your own leading you to a large armored transport van.

You slide on to the cold steel bench, hands dangling uncomfortably in front of you, three guards take their seats across from you. Erasing any trace of emotion from your visage, your body stiffens slightly as the van roars to life, no turning back now.

The ride is completely silent, and before long you arrive at Tartarus, a prison for the most dangerous villains. After passing through the heavily guarded entrance the van comes to a stop, the guards are the first to move. Rising to your feet you they help you exit the vehicle, and lead you into the fortress of a building.

Not surprisingly, you are immediately led into a medium sized cell consisting of blinding white walls, a large one-way window, and a single high tech chair in the middle of the room. A straight jacket is secured around your form as you are hooked up to the chair, nervousness sets in as you throughly scan the room.

Your eyes land on the four machine guns mounted to the ceiling, swallowing your fear, you gaze at your reflection in the large window. The realization of how powerless you really are sinks in, you've heard the stories of Tartarus, about the technology used to monitor everything. If you even think about activating your quirk lethal force would be used, sensors constantly relay information to the guards.

An arrogant male voice echoes throughout the cell, you assume the owner is watching you on the other side of the thick glass.

"Inazuma, its a pleasure to meet you. I never thought I'd live to see the day you would finally be locked up here. You gave the police quite a run for their money, that's for sure, you're incredibly powerful you know? Unfortunately here you're powerless, every second you spend rotting in that cell is a second you will wish you were quirkless."

Your jaw clenches almost painfully at the word vomit that comes from the unknown man's mouth. As anger rises in your chest a clicking sound from one of the weapons startles you, eliciting a slight jump from you. Deranged laughter pours into the room, apparently the horrified look on your face was amusing to the son of a bitch.

"Ah ah, I wouldn't get too worked up if I was you, anything that can be labeled as aggression would result in very deadly consequences for you. I'm sure you don't want to cause any more trouble than you already have, right?"

Not giving the man anymore satisfaction you stare right into the window almost as if you can see into his eyes, unknown to you, the dangerous glint in your eyes makes the taunting male shudder.

Those eyes told him all he needed to know, he shouldn't push his luck when it comes to you, because if you ever managed to escape the straps securing you in place it would really be hell on earth.