Haunted: A S. Todoroki Fanfiction

Prologue

I've always believed that some people were born lucky.
I was not one of them.
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"Come, Airi," my father said, dragging me by the arm out of the room.

"Where are we going daddy?" I questioned, my voice barely above a whisper due to fear. He didn't, respond, just continued to drag me forward. I looked behind me at the frail woman in the hospital bed.

"What about mommy?" I asked again. This time he paused before speaking low.

"Your mother is going to stay away for a while." He started to walk again and my small feet tripped over the tiles. Pain shot up my ankle as I was practically dragged out of the building by my father and to the car parked outside. Opening the car door, he scowled.

"Get in," he muttered.
He let go of my wrist and I gingerly rubbed the red area with my other hand before climbing into the car and making myself comfortable. My father walked around the car to the passenger seat and buckled himself in.

I watched with wide eyes as he gestured to the empty drivers seat. "Take us to the base, and be quick about it." He let out a sound of exasperation. "I'd rather be long gone before any pros show up."

The car started forward, and I stared doe-eyed at the wheel that seemed to turn itself as my dad stared ahead like it was normal for air to drive.

"Dad," I whispered. "Where are we going? Who are the pros and why don't you want to see them?"
He stiffened before turning around in his seat to look me in the eye.

"Airi," he started, "Have you ever heard the expression 'Curiosity killed the cat'?"

My eyes widened as I reached up to tug my bangs. "No."

"Well the gist of the story is, the cat got too curious for his own good, started asking too many questions." He narrowed his eyes. "Now when someone asks too many questions that can't be answered, someone has to eliminate them from the equation. And right now, Airi, you're reminding me an awful lot like the cat."

I struggled to swallow as my mouth turned dry, the section of my hair that I was playing with left forgotten on the side of my head. My father's mouth twisted into a gruesome smile as I continued to stare at him.

"I don't want to be the cat," I said.

He turned back to the front. "Then I would keep your questions and opinions to yourself." He looked back over his shoulder. "Or I'll have someone get rid of you, just like that worthless animal."
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"Get up!"

My father seethed, picking back up his knife and rushing at me again. I cried out, the knife cutting above my elbow before I turn on my quirk. The knife passes through my body as I grip the new cut, watching the blood mix with the others' as it makes it's way down my arm.

"You're too slow," he growled. "Again!"

I fall to my knees, "Please!" Tears prick my eyes as I stare at the ground. I grip my arm harder. "It hurts!"

It only takes a second before I'm knocked to the ground, my head hitting the cement harshly. I squint my eyes as my head swims. Suddenly, I'm yanked up by my hair and I cry out, my feet barely touching the floor. Opening my eyes, I can see shadowy people surrounding me. A few step aside to reveal my father.

He lifts my trembling chin with two of his fingers. "Your mother may have protected you for the first 4 years of your life, but I'll assure you, that is no longer the case." He paused, turning to the shadows around him and gesturing for a few of them to leave. He leaves the one holding my hair, as well as two on either side of me holding my wrists.