It has been 2 years since I was abandoned. 2 years since I started living on the streets. 2 years since I felt happiness and the feeling of being loved. 2 years since I trained myself. 2 years since I started stealing. And 2 years since I trusted anyone.
I'm only 10 years old and I live in a world of hate and judgment.
Quirks are everything. If you didn't have one then you were Nothing. If it was 'villainous' then you were a supposed villain.
Of course, I had a quirk. But I hated it. So I never used it. But not just one. I had 2.
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Hemokinesis/mental control.
Gives the ability to manipulate the mind into worst memories as well as control their blood killing them, giving them a terrifying death as every trauma seeps through them. Sometimes even making them feel past pain.
Quirk has never been identified until now and has no name.
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Shape-shifting.
Gives the ability to turn into any animal whether it is real or not.
I usually stay as a black cat. It is easy to stay in the shadows and steal food without being caught.
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I can be very smart for my age but I have had problems with speaking since I was abandoned. So let's just say even if I tried it would come out rusty and weird.
Right now I was wandering the streets looking for some food.
Just then I saw a hobo-looking guy holding two bags of food.
I perked up at this. I kinda followed him until he reached a medium-sized house.
He turned around looking directly at me, which was weird cuz I was in the slight shadows in my cat form.
He turned to me and started walking over.
Out of instinct I turned human and climbed quickly to a window of the building I was next to.
He seemed a bit surprised but relaxed as he seemed to be analyzing me.
"Kid if you wanted some food you could have just asked," he said.
He sounded tired and his voice was gruff and monotone.
He reached into one of the bags and pulled out a container with rice.
He set it down on the floor and stepped back.
I don't know if I should trust him...
My body started moving as I slowly crawled back down on all fours.
He watched me with a glint of interest in his eyes.
I quickly grabbed the food and climbed back up staring at the man.
He nods to me before walking into the house beside the building I was on.
I'm guessing that is his home.
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