Sequel to: 'Energy || My Hero Academia x Reader' !!!
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(Y/N), awoken from a void in which her own quirk had sealed her in, faces a new life with new challenges to overcome. With her quirk only just showing it's new potential and Class 1A o...
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The air was fresh, like an autumn morning. When she breathed, she smelled the scent of leaves and dew. When she stopped, she felt cold, a bit of chill that nipped at her skin. It prompted her to keep moving but with no destination in mind. She hugged her body, her arms crossed and her hands running up and down on the opposing arms. Every now and then, she shivered. She let out a trembling breath. The ground was covered with a sheet of water. However, whether it was water, or even a floor, was debatable. She didn't know where she was. The room was endless. No walls. Not a ceiling. It was an endless void she'd been walking around in endlessly. Here, she had no concept of time. She just was.
That's how it always was.
But now, something was different. She began to feel different. She could feel her heart in her chest. That was new. She could feel the skin on her muscles. It was strange. She could feel her eyelashes against her face whenever she blinked. It was all rather unusual. She wasn't used to it. She liked feeling like a ghost. She felt calm. With her heart, came memories, and with memories, came fear.
Her breath hitched as it ran short. She stopped her endless stroll. The sounds of splashing water had stopped. She stared into the darkness, now feeling unnerved by the unknown when it was normally comforting.
Sounds began to penetrate her skull. The sound of beeping. The sounds of people. The sounds of life, a life she wished she'd left behind. She raised her hand and placed it against her chest, clutching at the bare skin with a grimace. A sharp pain began to stab at it. She gulped, to which she quickly realised that her throat was sore and scratchy. She winced at the pain. The wince prompted her bones to ache. She let out a squeak, the first sound she'd heard herself utter in the empty domain. She blinked rapidly. Her vision was growing blurry. Her limbs were loosening and tensing quickly. Her head was pounding.
Her knees buckled from beneath her. Water splashed at her drop. She looked down at her naked legs and screamed. For it was not water beneath her, but blood. She screeched in shock and fell backward, causing further explosions of blood to splatter her. She scrambled away, her eyes widening with panic as her once bare and fresh skin coated itself with sizzling burgundy, painting her like a canvas.
She stopped and lifted her hands to her face. They were soaked with it. They were drenched with the foul-smelling liquid. Her lungs were suddenly suffocated with it. She tried to calm her breathing but failed to do so, her chest heaving and her skin crawling with discomfort.
She squeezed her eyes shut. And when she opened them, she screamed.
She let out a scream that echoed throughout the void. The void with no walls and yet screamed back at her.
Overhaul loomed over her.
His golden eyes were dripping with rage and danger. His bird-beak mask was gone, but (Y/N) couldn't see what he looked like underneath it, because that part of its face had melted off. Chunks of brain and skull fragments collected themselves at the bottoms of his decapitated face and fell into the sea of blood like teardrops.
She pushed herself back again. She desperately tried to put distance between her and the morphed man but failed to do so as he stalked forward. Every footstep splashed blood in a flurry of a fountain. Speckles landed on her legs. She yelped with each one.
The blood was rising, but she hadn't noticed it until it reached just beneath her breasts.
She let out another scream of terror.
Overhaul lurched forward at the opportunity, and she fell backwards into the shallow pool. She felt the taste of the blood coat her taste buds, causing her to gag. Her hair was matted with it. Her skin was caked with it. Now her insides were being painted with it.
The blood rose up and up. She stood and spun around. She went to run, but something stopped her. Overhaul grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her backward. She let out a squeal of terror as she stumbled over her wet feet and splashed into the pool. Her head went under. She stared into his eyes as the blood flooded up her nose and into her mouth. For a second, she allowed it to do so. For a second, she was willing to let herself drown in it. But after that second, she shot up with a gasp. She coughed up the blood. A red foam skimmed the top of the wavering waters.
Overhaul kneeled in front of her. She froze. She knew trying to escape was futile. Where would she go? There was nothing. She was in nothing. He was nothing.
She stared as he neared her. She inhaled sharply and held her breath. She watched in still fear. His hands moved forward. Unnaturally slowly, they clasped around her neck.
He squeezed.
She let out a strained croak as her throat was closed. Instinctively, her hands went to claw at his. His grip only tightened.
In a flash, he pushed her beneath the surface. She gasped as air was taken from her once again. She let out a strangled scream as her head began to crackle with agony. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She kicked her legs up and down. They hit Overhaul harshly, he did not move. She coughed beneath the blood which only helped it drown her lungs. She felt her eyes beginning to roll to the back of her head, her limbs relaxing, her kicks slowing. She went still.
