Claws Out (Marvel x MHA fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - Nightmares and Cafes

Cold. She was freezing cold. It was a feeling that seeped through her skin and wrapped around her bones, chilling her from the inside out.

Why is it so cold?

Looking around, she couldn't see anything. The girl was in an endless black void, one that felt like the inside of a freezer. Slowly standing, the girl started walking– searching for something to warm her soul.

It felt like the frigid, null, landscape went on for miles. The girl doesn't know how long she was on her feet. It could've been 20 minutes just as it easily could've been 20 years. Her bare feet were numb and the tattered, disgusting, cloth hospital gown provided little to no warmth.

Just as she was about to give up, she felt something almost painfully warm on her feet. It was wet and it provided her with the hot sensation that almost instantly cured the glacier feelings that were entrapping her body.

Almost instantaneously, the girl fell to her knees. She plunged her hands into the warm substance, relishing in the tepid temperature that thawed her fingers and returned feeling to her arms. She splashed the substance to her face, letting it wash over her and shower down her back

The girl let out a small cry of thanks, her mouth cracking into a smile.

But... the liquid slid past her lips and rested on her tongue... it didn't taste right.

A salty, metallic flavor... the taste of blood.

The once comforting warmth turned to boiling guilt as the liquid became thick and sticky against her skin. The once dark void she was in went bright, as if someone had flipped a switch, and the girl was surrounded by a ring of mirrors.

She was looking into her own eyes, her face covered with blood. It was still dripping down her face, her hands were covered in it, it was staining her teeth as she furiously tried to spit it out.

Looking down once again, her eyes followed the trail of the blood, gazing upon the form in which the deep crimson liquid was pouring from. It wasn't just one figure... it was three.

A man with black hair, with blood pouring from his eyes. An ash blonde, whose hands had been horribly decayed off of his body. A red headed boy, his skin had been slashed open in so many different places. They were all bleeding.

The girl inched closer to the trio of bodies, she reached out a hand to them. Just as she was about to make contact, the three of them shot up and surged towards the girl.

She fought against them, her body wriggling and convulsing as she tried to escape from them. They just loomed over her, holding her down so her efforts were futile.

Making sure to drown her in their blood.

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Y/n awoke with a gasp, quickly sitting up in her bed, the sheets were drenched in her sweat and her throat felt dangerously dry as she coughed. The room was still dark and looking at the analog clock her dad had bought her, the girl noticed it was 5:30 a.m.

Alright, no shot in hell I'm falling back asleep now. Guess I'm going on a run.

Silently, the girl thanked the universe that today was a Saturday and that she didn't have to go into school. Her dad had announced the sports festival a few days ago and her classmates had been training so hard that it felt like she had to push herself too. They had less than three days before the festival, so to help herself train she had been going on runs. One in the morning and one in the evening.