Death Hands

introduction

80% of the world's population has an uncanny super power. Those abilities are called quirks. And I, Katsuki Bakugou, manifested one that was equal if not worse than a villain. It is nothing but an instrument of destruction and evil. It is grizzly and unwanted. It is a part of me, and I hate it.

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" Look mummy! Look at the painting I made of you! " I yelled as I excitedly jumped up and down presenting a scribbly image of the ash-blonde woman Infront of me. She had fair skin and short but spiky luscious hair with a smile that could outshine the sun itself. "Wow Brat, you clearly are an artist," she praised sarcastically. But just then, the paper that I held in my hands grew yellow and battered, the once vibrant colours that were splattered carelessly on the page grew dull and old. The paper grew more and more wrinkled, untill it crumbled into nothing but ashes.

" B-brat, g-give me y-your hands, " I was confused and a bit scared so I did as she asked. As I held out my hands my father , Masaru Bakugou, walked in,
" What's going on here? " he asked in a playful tone.
" I- I don't know. I t-think Katsuki got h-his q-uirk, " she stuttered with visible fear present on her face and in her voice.

My dad walked closer to the couch we were both now sitting in, " W-whats h-happening? " I asked with great fear buried in my chest. The atmosphere was tense and it brought a massive heap of guilt in my four-year-old heart. What was going on? Was that my quirk?! And if so, why was it so... Destructive?

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