Perfect Storm | KATSUKI

Chapter 1: Pain

!WARNING!
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREME GORE.
If you are uncomfortable of blood, cannibalism, and gore please skip the first half of the chapter to where the line is. Kita's backstory is extremely gory, please don't question how i came up with this.

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Pain.

The only feeling she could grasp although the emotion was extremely easy to fathom, even while the sanguinary disarray around her could distract anyone from feeling even pain.

The warmth of her siblings blood equilibrated the draughty, numbing feeling on her skin.

Her honey-toned skin was embedded with cuts, burns, bruises, everything humanly conceivable. Her previously black and white hair was now contemporarily dishevelled and grey, decorated with splashes of blood. Serrated, heavy cuffs that bound her wrists were incised into her skin leaving blood-filled gashes.

The blood-soaked floor was filled with the bodies that had belonged to her beloved family. Their bodies had been dismembered and butchered, cut up into pieces, as if the intruder were searching for something concealed in their bodies.

It was truly a disturbing sight.

The ten year-old was beaten to the brim of death only to be healed with a quirk and beaten again.

She had lost count of the weeks, she didn't know how much time had passed. Five weeks? Maybe seven? Or eight? She had no clue. The scent of blood was so familiar to her after being encircled by the liquid for a large amount of time.

The scene of her beloved ones getting lacerated replayed on her mind like a radio. Their desperate cries for help rang in her ears while wounds on her weakened body reopened as she shuffled back. Being bashed and thrown around like a doll traumatised her, losing the energy to even speak

Her frail figure, which was presently immersed in her own blood, had been picked up from the floor for the thousandth time, her bounded hands suspended below her. The cuffs on her wrists and ankles prevented her from fighting back. The intruder had some weird drug powder that caused the girls quirk to weaken temporarily, this so-called drug made her insides churn just at the thought of it. Whenever the drug was inhaled, it felt like she was getting burned from the inside out. God it was absolute tourture.

"Aw you poor little girl, I could end this pain if you'd just tell me where the thumb drive is. Hurry up I am sick of using my quirk to heal you just so I can beat you and do it again. Come on darling, the boss is getting sick of your shit." The lunatic cooed as she marginally rammed the crimson stained blade to the beaten girl's cheek, beads of blood drawing from her skin. The debauched breaths of the woman was enough for the sufferer to quail in inquietude.

"Speak child, I'm losing my patience." She demanded an answer from the girl but the silence was louder than her words. She softly clicked her tongue before expeditiously beginning to drag the honed blade down across the girl's hollowed cheek and splitting at the corner of her desiccated lips, tearing her delicate skin. Now this was definitely gonna leave a scar.

A scream erupted from the child's mouth, the fresh blood running down her neck fell onto the tiled floor, joining the other puddles of blood as her hands were scrimmaging for emancipation from the cuffs preventing freedom.

"Oh so you can speak, then use your pretty voice and tell me where it is. Tell me where the fucking thumb drive is!" The masked woman asked again, her voice beginning to become hoarse, reverberating in the child's head.

"Come on you brat, your father ran away, all your siblings are dead, your mother is dead, it should be easy." She said.

"I-I don't k-know what yo-your talking a-about." The child choked, struggling to breathe. But however it still wasn't the answer the woman anticipated.
"Huh, you're a tough one, I've been torturing you for almost a two months and you still wont talk? Maybe it is that you are unaware? No that can't be it. Boss said you should know. I'll just have to try and force it out of you, don't I?" She sighed in annoyance as she let go of the child's jaw and reached for one of the decomposed pieces of putrefactive flesh that came from her sister's body, not that she could really tell, it all was a blur.