#ajinxreader

You are an immortal soldier, a deity some might say. An angel, or a devil. You were all of it. And it was the most thrilling thing your life has ever offered you.

The ground was a filthy place, filled with fools who didn’t know the difference between what came out of their asshole and mouth. You grew up in a poor area, a mom who was drunk on the dirt riddled couch and a dad who.. well, you weren’t sure. Your younger sister stayed in a hospital three miles from town, where you’d visit sometimes and bring her peaches and strawberries from the garden you were making.

Despite all of the hardships, you like to believe your life was peaceful. Sure, you had to steal sometimes and maybe got into a few fights a week, but all of that just made you better, stronger, more lethal.

You didn’t have anything you took care of, object wise. Nothing that you had ever gotten in life had much value to you. Except for your bandages.

You were a girl, and you were small as a child. Smaller than most, but that didn’t stop you from whoopin’ ass to whoever deserved it. You’d like to say you did it for survival, but really, it was the adrenaline the fight gave you that left you wanting more.

You were constantly wrapped in thick bandages, cotton ones that could stay on and be washed. Your younger sister would often wrap them for you, telling you,

“(Y/N), you should really be the one in the hospital instead of me..” She laughed, shaking her head as she finished your arm. They covered most of your body, and half of them were self inflicted. Not in the way some might think, don’t get it twisted. You were just adventurous, and when you were fighting you were running, with a bag of goods that was the cause. So, you’d get yourself hurt, but it was never anything you couldn’t handle.

You ruffled your sisters hair, earning complaints from the younger girl. She had chronic illness, forced to stay in the hospital on most days. She got one day a week to go out, and when she did you’d take her to places you’d found on your adventures, pretty places, as pretty as it could get on the ground, anyway.

The two of you were close, you’d like to think. She was the only family you truly had. Of course, you had friends, though. You were charismatic, chatty, eccentric, and most of all, you were loyal. People liked that about you. Making connections got you things, like food, sometimes flowers or trinkets, others time even shelter.

You liked your life, it was just how you wanted it. It was fun, you were always making a good time for yourself no matter where you were or what happened to you. Always living life to the fullest.

Suppose, that’s how you ended up where you were now. A shadow looming over you as a foot, made of trash and used goods, came down on you. You don’t remember much about it, just maybe the sickening crack of every bone in your body being crushed into the dry ground below you, and the feeling of being.. for lack of better vocabulary, flattened like a pancake. You’ve never had a pancake, but you were sure this is what it felt like to be one.

Everything was dark, nothing was left but a mangled corpse, the man above you had reported.

Then a sound came, crackling like roaches in a chip bag or static from an old TV. Fizzling, was what it was. The sound your body was making. Your bandages, that had been pressed into your body forcefully and combined with your limbs, had began to darken, turning a black color. Slowly, but not slow enough, your body had began to untwist and mend itself back together. The fizzling sound combined with a crunch as your bones reformed and reconnected, returning to their normal state of being.

The bandages that had been tight around you as they reassembled your organs had loosened, and the black color they turned had faded back into an off white, looking cleaner than they did before.

And when the fizzling fizzled out, you took a breath. One that you shouldn’t have been able to make, on account for your lungs, ribs, and everything else in your being crushed.

You slowly and shakily lifted your arms to your sides, pushing yourself up off of the blood soaked ground beneath you. A grin cracked open on your face, a giggling sound beginning to bubble up from your throat at the tingling sensation your regeneration left behind.

Finally, you noticed a choked gasp in front of you, coming from a tall shadow covering your figure. You looked up, your eyes still having a faint glow to them.

You and the stranger’s eyes met.