The lights flickered in your room. The walls were dirty and covered in moss, you couldn't even remember the last time 'they' cleaned your room. It was kind of gloomy in there, like some kind of abandoned building. There was a door, and a small hole where you get your food from.
Your head was rocking forward every few seconds. You were tired, worn out. But you couldn't sleep. You couldn't. You were always reminded of everything 'they' did to you when you did. You could almost be given the title of 'sleep deprived' at this point.
You held your tail in both your arms, and your pair of wings just covered your sides. This was the only thing that calmed you, made you feel better.
A sudden rattle came from the door in front of you. Your head instantly whipped to the sound of it. You were always on high alert, even if you knew what was going to happen soon.
The door opened, and a tall man stood outside. He wore a coat, a white one, like those people that worked in labs. He stared at you, and you trembled in fear.
"Get your ass up and ready, stupid kid." He growled, and you instantly stood up. "Better hold back those tears again, crybaby." The man muttered. A crybaby. You heard that name multiple times, whether from that man, or from the other people here, they always called you that from time to time. You're starting to even think that's your real name now.
That man glared at you, then walked out. Your legs moved by instinct, you were so used to this. But on the other hand, you still couldn't take it, you would cry whenever it happened, and you couldn't do anything about it. Nothing.
You walked into another room with him. This time, the walls of the room were white, and the light was shining bright and it blinded your eyes. You winced, your eyes trying to get ahold of this bright environment.
"Alright, kid. You know the drill, now be a good boy and sit down." The man said, before walking over to some metal table. You obeyed and sat down on the prepared chair beside you. You started to tremble in fear, knowing what would happen to you, you felt powerless.
The man walked up to you, holding a syringe with a pointy needle at the front. He locked both your arms up, and inserted the needle into you. You could feel the needle in your arm, the mysterious cold liquid flowing into your veins, but it didn't hurt. Not really. You knew a part of your quirk, and was glad that it gave you a high pain tolerance, or else you would've squirmed and squealed in pain and the consequences are unbearable.
"Good. That's a good boy..." He let you go, and he just stared at you, with a malicious looking grin. You just couldn't help but jerk back a few steps, that man looked like he could kill you even from just staring at you. You didn't like it. Never did.
After that, you got sent back into your room. They didn't even care to stick a simple plaster on that wound you had. They didn't care, and you're used to this. You remembered the times where you actually got a weird infection because of it and just lied on that cold hard-rock floor, suffering from a high-fever. Yeah, just that small needle wound. How many times? You didn't know for sure.
You sat in the corner of the room, hugging your tail, and covering yourself with your wings again. You just stared at the ground, and just wondered.
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You couldn't even remember how you ended up here really. You couldn't even remember what life was like outside, if there even was an outside. You only knew you happened to be here, and that was it. You didn't even try to run away. You obeyed, you stayed, and you followed.
You never dared to fight back, even with this 'powerful' quirk of yours, your personality just wasn't fit for it. You were skittish, and would cry whenever something scary happened, even if it was pretty minor for everyone else. That was a huge advantage for them, they could do anything with you, and you wouldn't do anything back.
All those mysterious liquids they injected into you, you didn't really understand what they were for. You sometimes felt dizzy, and sometimes you felt perfectly fine, just tired. But you still had some strange feeling about it, like you felt... different.
You would always hope that maybe someday, things would change. Maybe the people here would suddenly be nice to you, and you could forget everything that happened. But no, the world just didn't work like this. And that little hope of yours, slowly faded away, until you started to believe that you belonged here, and you deserved everything that happened to you.
You're just a kid... right? Or are you something more?
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A loud noise echoed in your room.
You immediately curled into a ball, arms over your head, and you trembled. You trembled, and you were scared to do anything. You didn't even dared to look up, you aren't like most people, or kids, as they might look around their surroundings for any possible danger.
You just sat there, that's all you did. That one sharp noise was all it took to make you tremble for your life. That's how timid you were. You sometimes hated yourself for it, but what can you do?
You finally decided to take a small peak at where the direction of the sound was. You raised your head up, and your eyes darted around your room. You saw a tray on the ground, with food. Food. That sound must've been from the noise then. You felt relieved, and you felt hungry too.
You crawled over to the tray of food. There was a glass of water, an apple, and a plate of... something. It smelled weird, but you were still hungry. You grabbed a handful of it, and just stuffed it in your mouth. It was soft and stretchy. Your tongue might already be yelling at how bad that food tasted, and you swallowed, regardless.
You finished everything in a few minutes time. Except for that plate of... weird stuff, the water and that apple tasted normal. You pushed the tray back out from the small opening at your room's door. You then just sat there, again, waiting.
