With Shattered Wings You Shall Soar Once More (Storm Dragon Izuku)

Im back nerds

Sorry for being gone for so long. I genuinly have no excuse for being gone other.

This chapter is just a one shot that I wrote for horror practice it in no way correlates with the fic.

It contains the following:

Non-consensual touching (minor)
Child abuse
Child murder
Violence
Worms/maggots (minor)
Gore
Body horror
Anxiety

If any of these warnings unsettle you i recomend you dont read this.
Ill be continueing the actual fic soon now that im back but I dont have an actual time for when ill post it.

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Micheal trembled in his bed. Hiding his covers and pinning his eyes shut as his body racked with silent sobs and wheezing squeals for his parents.

In the child's adolescent mind fear crawls and leaks into their soul slowly, the only thing able to protect him from the monsters was the purple woolen blanket that his mother had given him.

But doubt begins to wiggle into the crevices of his mind as he clutched his blanket so tightly that he feared it might rip.

Shadows seemed to loom over him and every noise was too loud, too scary, cutting through the unnerving silence, his body twitched as if begging him to just get up and run.

Micheal had never truly been afraid of the dark and for that mother had called him brave, It made his heart warm and chest puff with pride. But now as he trembled under the fluffy fabric, the only thing separating him and whatever shadow beast that softly raked its brittle claws down his back as if mocking his parents gentle caresses and comforts.

He no longer braved the dark, the knowledge that he could no longer see whatever things lurked behind it, to jump at him and kill him with glee, that new dawn of knowledge, absolutely terrified him.

He wanted light, oh how badly he wanted light. How badly he wanted to run to his parents room for protection and comfort, yet he could only stay paralyzed with fear and terror, he wanted to throw the blankets off and run to the light switch but as the creature groaned a disgusting, raspy thing he immediately went against it, remaining stock still.

He yearns for comfort as he whines and sniffles into his pillow soaked in snot and tears. He whines when he hears his door creak open and the beast grunt and jerk, making other noises he didn't want to hear as he hears the jingle of a collar and the low yowl of a creature that sounded too much like something he knew yet remained oblivious to.

Whatever entered his room began to fight with the creature, throwing it off his bed and away from him with a loud bang. Micheal resisted the urge to scream and cry out for his parents into his pillow and instead let out pitiful sobs as the shadow beast and yowling creature scuffled, knocking over books and scratching walls.

The shadow beast let out a guttural snarl mixed with a sound like that of a painful sick half choked wheeze as if its throat was being crushed, he could hear its limbs flailing this and that in an attempt to prevent whats to come before there was a violent wet snap and it went silent.

The darker than dark shadows that infested corners of his room seemed to die with the shadow beast as moonlight seeped in through his bedroom windows and into his blanket.

He could hear something dripping in his room. Plink. Plink. Plink. Repeating over and over in a maddening tune.

Micheal sniffed and crawled out of his blanket, his fear somewhat dwindling as moonlight lit up his view.

The pungent rancid smell of death hit him like a brick and he scrunched up his nose in disgust, he swallowed a gag and scanned the room for the thing that saved him.

The thing that could very well be his demise.

His eyes landed on a dark mass in the corner of his room. He squinted, his eyes still adjusting to the newfound light but once he saw the thing he wished he never left his blanket.

Half slumped on his drawing table which barely stood on its last legs was assumed to be the creature that had been tormenting him for nights. Its body was an unhealthy charred gray with bulging, pulsing veins. Its bulbous stomach was torn open with what appeared to be misshapen and clawed hands that spilled out of its torn stomach along with a shriveled organs that still twitched with embers of what shouldnt be called life.

Its head was twisted backwards on its thin shoulders, the back of its head was caved in and clear for Michael to see, spilling brain matter and what Michael hoped wasn't worms.

Other than its stomach, which twitched and bubbled with limbs that shouldn't be, its arms and legs were thin and bony, disproportionate to its body, each limb never having the correct or same amount of joints than the other, its chest was so thin he could see it cave in between it's clearly broken ribs, and still see its heart still stuttering its last beats.

Micheal couldn't even look up to see what killed it before vomit and bile came up, he choked on a cry as he doubled over with a painful and agonizing wheeze.

He heard the thing that was still alive shuffle around, no doubt looking at him, he wanted to scream but was too busy trying not to choke on his own vomit.

He could hear its bones popping and cracking unnaturally as it slowly crawled over on limbs he couldn't see and soon felt it above him.

Staring down at him.

Hot tears spilled down his cheeks as he coughed and gagged, once he was composed he looked up to stare back at the beast.

Its face was boney and humanoid yet not in shape, large antlers that twisted and tangled in a knot that made his head pound, and haunting bright blue eyes they glowed as they stared at him.

He could only whimper as the thing slowly opened its jaw yet not in a way that was normal, each movement giving slow painful snaps.

The thing lunged at him and Michael knew no more.

Im open to constructive criticism.
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