Papa's Little Soldier

Chapter 1-The Injections

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Ever since she was young, Zaya knew her father was a powerful man, but she never suspected just how powerful he was. All throughout her life, her father subjected her to multiple painful injections twice a week, claiming it was "for her own good." She never questioned it. It was always just her and her Papa, and she never knew any different, even if the injections were painful.

She had always been both street smart and book smart and had always been incredibly strong. She could overpower boys two or three school years above her without breaking a sweat, leaving others in awe. Her father had made her attend dancing and self-defence classes, but yet she couldn't understand why her abilities surpassed those whom was much more active than her.

Zaya never had a mama and sometimes this upset her. Her papa did not like talking about her. If she ever brought her mama up, he would always shut the conversation down. It was fine though she was used to it always had been and always would be just Zaya and Papa. She would always be Papa's little soldier.

As Zaya grew, she noticed subtle changes occurring within her body. Her strength and agility reached extraordinary levels, beyond of what she thought possible. Her senses became sharper, and she could hear and see things that others couldn't. She also started to develop strange abilities, that started as mere coincidences, such as it raining whenever she was upset or healing much faster than others. Over time, these abilities grew stronger and more pronounced. She went from being able to control little things to being able to fully heal herself, create delicate flowers at the touch of her hand, and even manipulate small illusions.

Initially, Zaya revealed in her newfound powers. At seventeen years old, she felt like a superhero, such as Wanda or Thor, and her father appeared proud of her. He took it upon himself to have "training" sessions with his daughter to help her understand and control her unique gifts. However, as time passed, she found that there was a dark undercurrent to her father's relentless training. Day after day she was becoming more and more mentally drained by the sheer amount of training her father gave her. She began to ask questions, but her inquiries were met with increased secrecy and emotional distance, leaving her feeling isolated. Her home, her safe haven, once full of laughter and joy was now filled with a strict training regime. Yes, she gained all these physical ability's however, mentally she was exhausted.

Her grades reflected on this. Zaya once being, mainly, at the top if her class moved down a couple sets leaving her friends and teachers worried, however, her father didn't care. He became obsessed with the structure and regime leaving no time for his daughter. Zaya yeaned for times that they had before everything changed. Movie nights, their little trips to the ice cream shop. However, mainly she missed having a father. A figure she could turn to. She wanted her papa back.

As time progressed, her injections got more regular, up to four times a day every day, and Zaya started to miss their little trips to the ice cream shops. Or their weekly movie marathons. All that her father seemed to care about was her training.

With each passing week, the injections intensified, their frequency increasing to four times a day, every day. Zaya's once cherished moments with her father, faded into distant memories. Over time, she became afraid of her father, dreading coming home, however she didn't dare say a word.

As the initial excitement of her powers waned, Zaya came to view them as a burden rather than a gift. She longed for a return to her ordinary life, a life untainted by extraordinary abilities and the relentless demands placed upon her. The escalating frequency of her injections took a toll on her mental and physical well-being. Her relationships with her friends strained, and her once vibrant spirit dulled under the weight of her father's expectations. Yet, her father remained oblivious to her inner turmoil, consumed solely by her abilities. In fear of disappointing him, Zaya dared not utter a word of her mounting despair.

As Zaya's 18th birthday approached, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. It was a milestone she had eagerly awaited, hoping that her father would acknowledge the significance of the day. She hoped that her birthday would have some amount of normalcy and that her and her Papa could go and do their yearly birthday traditions. But as the day arrived, her heart sank when her father, consumed by his own obsessions and plans, forgot about her birthday completely. The realization struck her like a blow, leaving her feeling forgotten and insignificant. It was a painful reminder that she was merely a pawn in her father's grand scheme, and any hopes of a normal father-daughter relationship were shattered.

Unbeknownst to her, Zaya's journey was only just beginning. The path she was about to tread would test not only her strength and resilience but also her resolve to uncover the truth. It was a path that would lead her to confront her father, face the shadows of her past, and forge her own destiny.