Bloodstained (Mha Fanfic)

Chapter 4

This chapter might be a tiny bit depressing. Have fun!

Blood dripped from her uncovered hands. Nothing felt really real anymore. She had gone through the motions so many times that she almost couldn't bring herself to feel sad anymore. Every scar, every drop of blood, every scream... half the time the screams weren't even from the people they forced her to torture.

Nowadays, the command to use her quirk would be halfway out of his mouth and she would have her cursed hands around the victim's neck. She knew that if she disobeyed, they would hurt her and force her to do it anyway. Better to just cut out the middle-man.

"Good job," the man with antelope horns murmured with false admiration. He pat her shoulder as if to encourage her, but she shifted away from him. She had met him four months ago and didn't trust him one bit.

Over half a year had passed.. She had spent seven months being used as a torture device for her father, who was now CEO of the company.

More information meant more gadgets made.

More gadgets made meant more sales.

And more sales meant more money.

Money...

...money...

...money.

Isn't it funny how repeating words over and over again made them feel less real?

And she had done this so many times that her actions barely felt real in general.

The man frowned at how she had pulled away and he reached out to pat her shoulder again, more firmly. His startlingly dark blue eyes feigned innocent friendliness, but she was used to having to see through weak disguises like that. She saw the cruel and horrifying intent inside of him. He was more twisted than when you left necklaces together and came back to find them all tangled up.

She decided not to fight back this time, because she knew he would only get more insistent and more aggressive, causing this small incident to escalate. The man flashed a "charming" grin, his straight white teeth an orthodontist's pride and joy. She rolled her eyes.

Chisuke was barely recognizable from what she used to be. Her pale blue hair had been stained so many times from the blood of the random people they made her torture and no one cared enough to bathe her anymore, so her hair was now a dark red. Permanently? She didn't know, but she didn't care either. She was just annoyed at how her hair stuck to her face at times.

After a minute, she finally wrenched herself from the man's grip. She faked a yawn, as if trying to use exhaustion as a reason to leave, and to keep him from thinking that she was trying to be "disrespectful". Although, in all reality, she was indeed exhausted. So it wasn't entirely a lie.

She made her way to her empty cage of a room, flopping down onto the floor like how you would a plush mattress. The floor was stained and sticky, but so was she. Everything had that texture nowadays.

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Did she fall asleep? Or did she imagine it? She couldn't quite tell. But, an hour or so later, she hear the familiar sound of her door swinging open violently. Aibo, as short as he was, was still much taller than an eight and a half year old girl.

"Get the hell up, you damn cockroach," he growled, his unnerving eyes piercing through her. She was able to feel enough emotion to get herself to sit up and pull herself to her feet. She had always been pale and rather thin, but at this point it was unnatural. Whenever she put her hand to her chest, she felt her ribs a lot more clearly than she should've. And whenever she got up, she sometimes go dizzy or started blacking out. Again; not good.