My Father's Daughter, Book II (Completed)

Chapter 1. Waking Up

ALINA

The familiar clang of chains rattling against metal rang in my ears long before I dared to open my eyes. The cold weight of metal shackles was heavy on my wrists and ankles.

I could sense the darkness surrounding me like a cold draft in a hollow cave. The cold chilled me right down to my bones. I didn't move. I was too afraid to draw any unwanted attention to myself.

The initial fear eventually wore off as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Survival instinct was kicking in.

I didn't know how long I had been here, but I knew I was in a small room. I could sense that by the echoing sounds reverberating off of the close promixated walls. I was in a stone building of some kind based off of the smell of mildew, and the way footsteps sounded outside of the heavy door locking me in.

If I listened hard enough I could hear the different paces in footsteps, and differentiate between them.

There was a skipper that had a light bounce to their footing. A pair that was cautious, and perhaps a bit anxious judging from the sound of pacing. There were two different sets of footsteps with long assured strides. Confident.

It was difficult to tell these two apart. The only difference was one sounded heavier like they wore a pair of boots while the other was lighter on the ground.

This was the only way to keep myself from going mad in the eternal darkness. The only source of the outside world I had until they decided to open the door.

My body was weak. I had overused my quirk in the alley. I needed to replenish. I needed something fuller and richer than water that would quench the thirst I had. I could feel the burn of the deep hunger starting to rise. I needed to feed. No source of food was going to satisfy the monster inside. I needed blood.

My hands and feet were bound by chains attached to the metal frame of the cot I was lying on. I'd have to wait for my captors to unchain me when they eventually came to feed me. Then I could make my escape. I only hoped I had enough energy to get far enough away.

The ones who had taken me knew to keep quiet. I could hear footsteps, but never voices. They were careful enough never to speak outside of my door.

Do they know what my quirk is? Do they know how it works? What do they want with me?

Lying here now I could hear long lazy strides approaching my door. Quickly I closed my eyes as the latch unlocked.

The heavy door squeaked in protest. The odor of burned flesh stung my sensitive nose. I knew that smell. It was the man from the alley. The one who took me. The one who hurt Bakugou.

I'll kill him! The beast inside of me was out for his blood.

No, first I need to get the hell out of here. I have to escape and find Bakugou and my uncle.

"You can quit pretending. I know you're awake."

My heart stuttered hearing the smoothness of his voice. It was smooth and silky but dangerous. I had seen what this man was capable of.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and adjusted to the light coming in from the open door. He stood directly in front of me, the light behind him cast his body into a shadowy silhouette.

Though I couldn't see his face even with my good eyesight, I knew his brilliant blue eyes were studying my face. I could picture the way his pale skin contrasted with the dark ridges of the burns lining his jaw and beneath his eyes. I could picture the crude medical staples used to hold the skin together giving him a frightening look.

"You haven't been fed? You have to keep up your strength if you're going to survive here." There was an edge to his question.

I didn't know for sure, but I thought I detected a hint of genuine concern in his voice. It was hard to tell with his blasé cadence.

Either way, I didn't answer. I only stared back at him. No one had come to give me food or water, not that it mattered, my body was craving something else entirely.

As he took a step forward I flinched. He leaned so close I could smell the smokey scent of his skin muddled with a manly musk.

Swallowing hard, I looked up into his face as he reached forward and grabbed my chin, and turned my head from side to side. His grip was firm, but not hard enough to hurt or leave a bruise. He was surprisingly gentle.

"Your eyes are darker than I remember. You need to eat and replenish your strength." He murmured as he released my chin.

He stood over me for a moment just staring at me with his turquoise eyes. There was a deep pain hidden behind the wild of his eyes as he looked down at me.

Without a word he turned and left in two strides. The heavy door closed and locked behind him.

I tossed my head back against the musty pillow in frustration. Unless they planned on force feeding me, I had no other way of getting out of these chains. I was far to weak to break free myself.

I had no way to escape.

Hopelessness swept over me as I slumped onto the cot. My chains rattled reminding me of my entire life in the basement of the manor.

Blinking back tears of painful memories I closed my eyes. It didn't seem so dark when I closed my eyes. My thoughts drifted to Bakugou. I missed him. I was worried about him. I didn't even know if he was still alive.

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"From the moment I saw you chasing a piece of paper."

His breathy laughter echoed in my head, and faded until I could only picture his singed body as blue fire closed around him, and a purple vortex opened in front of me keeping me from getting to him.

I'm so sorry, Bakugou.

This time tears pricked the corners of my eyes and trailed down toward my ears.

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear footsteps approach until the door unlocked and opened.

Expecting the man with burns again, I blinked as light poured into the room. It wasn't until confident slow steps stopped in front of me did I realised this man smelled different.

He smelled clean. Like hospital antiseptic clean. He turned so I could see his face. He was wearing a medical mask around his mouth. His yellow eyes held a dark malice in them.

"I'm Overhaul. This won't hurt a bit." In his gloved hand he held up a needle with clear liquid inside.

I fought against my restraints and whimpered as the pinch of the needle piercing my skin stung my neck. My head began to swim as the room spun and blurred. Gray spots formed in front of my eyes.

Overhaul's yellow eyes were the last thing I saw before everything went black.