•Daughter of a Villain• Original?

Chapter 3

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   A week later after the first 'test' you had to go back. And that's where you were now...standing in the middle of the cold white room, alone.

Even with your Papa and Grandpa behind the one-sided glass window you felt alone and cold.

Dabi didn't come this time, he couldn't it was almost too much for him last time. The night after the last test Uncle Dabi held you for hours on the couch, snuggled up, protecting you from nothing.

You wished he would've came but you understood his reasoning...you didn't wanna be in this place either or ever again for that matter.

Before you had the chance to notice, you started getting a little dizzy...just like last time before everything started.

You took a sharp breath and held it, waiting for what was about to happen as you clutched onto the hospital gown he made you put on before hand.

The mere thought of seeing blood again brought back the phantom pain around your throat, almost too real.

The lights dimmed slightly. All the overhead fans turned off, turning the room completely silent.

A slight ring began in your ears, not alot at all but it was noticable.

A shiver ran down your spine as you waiting for something to happen, anything. You didn't know it had already began....

The ringing became louder and louder and louder, to the point where you clenched your jaw and started to hit your head all but a little too hard.

"It w-won't st-stop!!" You were digging your nails into the side of your head a little, the pain doing little to distract you from the obnoxious ringing.

The noise was so loud it almost sounded like it wasn't there anymore. Blood was trickling out of your ears. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your eardrums felt like they were going to explode.

Your hands had little spots of blood on them, your eyes widened at the sight. Heart skipping a beat as the ringing almost became a blur, black spots started to fill your vision , beginning small, then growing with each pound of your heart.

Everything was too much, once again. There was absolutely nothing you could do.

"st-stop......please..." Your voice was barely a whisper as you struggled to keep your eyes open, they felt like lead. You didn't know when you became so tired.

The ringing noise was still prominent, still making your ears bleed, still making your head hurt, everything hurt at the moment. You only wanted it to stop.

Every Friday was like this....'tests' became more brutal, more traumatizing. Everyone seems to pity you and worried for your health, mostly your mental health...since you were still so young.

Your personality had dimmed a little since the first meeting with the man. You were more quiet, more hesitant to speak, didn't ask for help when you needed it....you had lost something. Nobody could figure what it was but they knew something was wrong with the bright girl they once knew.

The man didn't notice, didn't care to. He just saw a new opportunity and he be damned if he didn't take it while he had the chance. The chance for a new weapon, a new plan.

That's how he saw you...not as a human, not as a little girl, as clay that needed to be molded into the 'right' shape, into something that would bring the man victory over his pitiful battles.

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A few months later.

You were at a humongous store with your Papa and Uncle Dabi.