Y/n Rose is a young boy who has experienced nothing but pains his whole life. He was neglected by his parents, abused by his sisters, bullied by his peers, and downright hated by everyone he has ever met. Now you may be asking yourself, what could h...
Author: Greetings, everyone, and welcome to the revised chapter for 'The Abused Becomes a Hero'. So here is the thing: I'm revisiting these old chapters and making necessary changes to each of them. I must say, not much will be changed in the old version, but it will be significantly better than the previous iteration. So with that out of the way, ON WITH THE CHAPTER.
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The quirk I'll be using all comes from the page "Quirk Works" by the user "Quirk Wizard" on Tumblr. The link is here: https://quirkwizard.tumblr.com/
Info Card:
CAPITAL LETTER = Yelling
Italic = Thoughts
(*Insert*) = Actions
("Insert") = Translation
"Text" = Voice in head
{Insert} = Stutter Translation
[Quirk Name] = Active quirk
<Text> = Phone call
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The scene opens up to a dimly lit room lined with many jail-like cells. The only source of light in this place was coming from the bulbs in each cell, which cast long shadows across the floor due to how dim they were.
The camera slowly pans down the rows of cells, revealing that each cell was a claustrophobic nightmare. There was barely any room, as it was all taken up by the bed and a toilet/sink combo. There were no windows present, with the only form of life in this place being the sound of humming coming from the lights.
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The camera reaches the end of the hall, stopping at the only cell that contains a person. Into the cell, and we see a 12-year-old boy, currently lying on the floor, unconscious. This boy is our protagonist, Y/n, who began to stir from his slumber.
(Y/n POV)
Gradually, I regain consciousness, a soft groan escaping my lips. I tried to sit up, but couldn't as my body felt very weak and heavy. As my vision cleared, I tried to get a good look at my surroundings, and it was not good.
The room was very cramped. There was barely any space to walk around since it was mostly occupied by the bed and the toilet/sink combo. The walls were made of concrete. The air in here was heavy and thick, making me shudder in fear.
