6 days to die || Tododeku

Chapter 11: Echos in the mind

A/N: Hey this chapter will have : TRIGGERING STUFF (not spoiling it by saying what), ANGST AND OBLIVIOUS GAYS

Todoroki's POV          Thursday   3:29

When I walked into my home I wasn't at all surprised to see my father waiting by the door looking down at me, his tall muscular frame towering over my smaller one as I stared at him with rage obvious and burning in my eyes but he did not flinch or acknowledge this as he started to rant on about my 'lack of training'. "While I was away did you even train once!?" he boomed finally looking me in the eyes but only anger filled his gaze "If you are ever going to be the number 1 hero you mustn't be as weak as you currently are, you must have the strength to surpass All Might and right now, you don't have it". Before I could think of a smart remark  or even a response he grabbed my elbow with a hard grip that showed that he would not easily let go and dragged me through the hallways by my elbow, though my house was big I knew these particular hallways not because I remember them because this is my house but because this particular hallway was somewhere were he would drag me everyday for most of my life, the training room. Sounds simple enough and not to dangerous well if your the child of the number 2 hero and have a powerful quirk then that's not the case.

Once we were in the room he didn't even give me a chance to take a breath because straight off the bat he punched my shoulder full force sending me flying back and nearly falling over, he sneered at me as if saying 'look how weak you've become' and though he wasn't saying it I could feel it and worse of all, I'm starting to believe it.

My first move was a punch to his chest that he blocked and next a swift kick that he dodged out the way of, I shot a small spiral of ice at his head as he simply reached out his hand and caught it, it burning and melting inside the flames that were dancing around his palm.

I rushed forward with my ice at the ready as I reached out my hand to grab his arm but just at the very last second I swerved at tried to freeze his leg and though I did it was only a tiny bit of frost that was only the size of a tennis ball that couldn't do any real damage. While I was freezing his leg he used his other and kicked me in the stomach sending me flying across the room and landing in a heap on the floor, winded and struggling to breathe I crouched onto my knees with my hands placed in front of me as I continued trying to breathe but just couching and spluttering more that before. I felt bile slowly creep up my throat as I struggled to not empty my the contents of my stomach onto the floor but in this moment I couldn't be concerned if my father was watching me struggle because the only other thing that was occupying my thoughts was how similar this was to when I was training with father and he punched me so hard I vomited and Mum came over to try and stop him......

"She can't save you anymore..."

I finally took a raspy but deep breath, air finally entering my burning lungs what craved air though I still felt like I was going to be sick but better than before. I sat up on my knees to not see my father in front of me where he had been before but I instead felt a hard and painful punch on my back that made me sprawl out on the floor, the places that I had been hit it stinging as if I had been lit on fire which knowing my Father, probably a few were.

Considering I was laying on the floor I was incredibly open and defenseless and that gave him the chance to land a few well aimed punches and kick to my back and other area of my body, including my face. I tried to sit my self up using my arms but considering they felt like jelly in the sun it didn't do any good especially when he saw a bit of my neck was now open and grabbed it lifting me up in the air by my neck as I scratched and clawed at his hands in a frantic panic as I yet again couldn't breathe, I used my quirk on a few of his fingers but considering how weak and tired I felt it probably didn't do anything and soon my hands dropped to my side as my 'Father' looked me straight in the eyes with a dead cold glare and not a hint of remorse even as he saw my terrified and wide eyes with tears threatening to fall from them he just stared and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like " useless".