His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirty one

You hadn't stopped walking since that day. It had been months. You walked and walked, doing what you always did, killing and walking, living off the stolen wallets of your victims.
Three days after that night, you had bought a new outfit; black cargo pants, a bralette top and, of course, a leather jacket, although you still widely preferred the one you brought with Feitan.

Thankfully, you kept his red scarf in your clutch that night, and now you walk around with it, not having taken it off for three months. It was now tattered with crudely sewn up holes. He hadn't left your mind for a second since then, although after a while the tears stopped and you returned to the sullen, numb shell of a person you had once been. Except this time, you didn't even think about having sex with strangers. You would rather sleep in the rain than sleep with a random person for shelter like you had done numerous times before. It just felt wrong. After what you had experienced with him, you would rather never have sex again than spoil the images that were etched into your brain.

Three months and you had ended up somewhere South in the yorbian continent, walking aimlessly with no purpose other than to kill those that needed it. But your heart wasn't in it. You had fallen into a depressed cycle of wake up, walk, kill, eat, sleep. Every day like that, for three long and painful months.

[NOTE: The yorbian continent is where the Chimera Ant ark takes place, we skipped through Greed Island, Time set; after Feitan and the Troupe have finished with the Chimera Ants]

The only thing that had kept you going was replaying memories of the time you had spent with Feitan. You fell asleep at night hugging your pillow, pretending it was him.

Presently, you found yourself walking through a small village that you would have considered romantic if you didn't hate the world. You had tried to convince yourself that you were fine, things were back to the way they were, everything was fine. It was better this way, no distractions, it was good. But every few minutes of relief, you found yourself slipping back into old memories.

You were hurt, and often that sadness manifested itself into anger. This was particularly unfortunate for any disposable individuals who crossed your path.

WHY?! Why did he just up and leave?! Did it mean NOTHING to him?! That FUCKING ASSHOLE. I SWEAR if I ever see his fucking face I'm going to POUND IT IN WITH A ROCK

Seething with anger, you stomped down the road, making a sharp turn and venturing into the underbelly of the village.

I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING! One TINY fuck up and he just LEAVES? What a pathetic excuse of a man. The sex wasn't even that good...

Okay that was a lie... BUT I STILL HATE HIS GUTS

"ARGGHHH!" You yelled, pommelling your fist into a near-by dumpster.

"woahh-hoo, what do we h-ave here?? *hicc* You seem pret-ty worked up little *hicc* lady."

You slowly turned to see a man swinging from side to side as he approached you, stumbing drunk and obviously a predator...

Perfect...

You were to angry to do anything other than beat the shit out of the guy in front of you, and that's exactly what you did. In one swift motion, you connected your fist with his face, a definite crack echoed through the streets, whether it was from his nose or your fist, you weren't quite sure, nor did you care too much.

The man dropped the bottle and stepped back, pulling his hand up to his face, to pull it back coated with blood.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" He screamed as he turned and tried to run away, partly holding the wall for support. But you couldn't be having this, now could you?

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you launch him backwards, sending him sprawling on his back as you towered above him. Reaching your foot up, you placed the heel of your boot in his mouth, eyes gleaming as you leered at the weak man beneath you

"Sorry about this buddy, but you were right, I am pretty worked up, and your gonna help me release some of that stress" you smirked

The man tried to speak as he helplessly grabbed you ankle. We was writhing under you, defenceless and vulnerable, just how you liked it. Before, something like this might have turned you on, having this man's life balanced in the palm of your head, but now, it just made you fucking angry, reminding you of your first encounter with Feitan.

Removing your boot, you swung your leg round. As it connected with the side of his jaw, another ear-splitting crack could be heard. You didn't stop there. Straddling him, you raised your fists up and punched him, square in the jaw. Pain flinched up your arm, but you didn't notice. You were riled up.

Another punch.
Crack.
A sob.

Punch.

A Plead for help.
Punch.

Crack.
Chocked scream.
Punch.

Gurgle of blood.

PUNCH.

PUNCH.

Pun---

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