Murderous Tendencies (Kuroo x Reader) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Murdering is involved, just thought I should let you all know again. DID (Split Personality Disorder) may be mentioned in later chapters

TW// Blood, Death, possibly gore, Violence and Murder. DID.

(Y/n) (L/n) = Your name + Last Name 

(M/n) = Mother's name

(D/n) Father's name

I also just chose two random names, so I do apologize if they are yours, I do not mean anything about you

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Enjoy~~ 

Just run, you repeated in your head, your feet slamming against the floor as your heartbeat filled your ears, your lungs burning, legs aching. Keep running. 

Let me out, (Y/n), I'll save you.

You could hear your friends pants behind you as they tried to keep up with you. You may be wondering, how did you get here? 

Well, let's have a flashback.

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The world was a little odd, you had to admit. But only you knew how odd it could be. A small percent of the population had powers. It started with the first nine, hundreds of years ago. All born with different types of gifts. The Cat, born with strength and speed, for example. 

Rather than the world finding out, they kept it to themselves, creating gangs to keep the powers hidden. The gangs grew eventually, having kids born with the same power over again. It was almost like a wolf pack, once you're born in the pack, you stay in the pack. 

But it was different for you. You were born with something different, it wasn't an animal ability, your power had a mind of it's own. Only revealing itself when you get angry or let your emotions out of control. You could hear her through your thoughts, letting her speak to you. You didn't know much about your power, and you've had it for five years. 

I don't like this human. Can I kill her? 

'No. To risky.'

"Come on (Y/n)! It's just an abandoned factory! What could be so terrifying about it?"  Fumiko spoke as she stood in front of your desk. 

Me. I'm Scary.

"It's an abandoned factory, Fumiko!" You replied, closing your work book and putting in your bag, getting ready to walk home, "That's not even the scariest part about it!" 

"Oh come (Y/n)," Another friend of yours named Brittany said, "How bad could it be? Stop being a baby." 

(Y/n), you have a terrible choice in friends.

Fumiko had short black hair, eyes a chocolate brown. Brittany had long blonde hair, the dips dyed red, her eyes were a bright blue. You wouldn't call the two best or close friends, but you talked to them enough to be a friend.

"I'm not being a baby!" You snapped, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

"Prove it!" The two shouted at you, following you as you left the classroom. 

"Fine! Let's go!" 

This is going to be fun.

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You shouldn't have came along, you shouldn't have to prove you weren't a baby. And because of this, you wouldn't be going home to see your mother who awaits for you arrival, your little sister and brother wouldn't be able to tell you about their day at school like they do everyday. You wouldn't get to tease your brother for being a little flirt, you wouldn't be able to help them with their homework while your mother begins to make dinner.