Red was, is, and forever will be your least favourite colour. That's the colour that leaked out of the kindergartener's nose when you punched him during class for calling another girl a piece of trash. The colour you coughed up after your fights in 6th grade. The colour that was currently leaking out of your elder sister's head and your brother's mouth. Your father chuckled darkly. He was crazy. His eyes were dull, so were your sisters. A loud bang came from the door.
"Hey, F/N!" Your best friend said barging through the door happily. No! No! Not now!
"We have a guest?" Your dad chuckled. You made eye contact with your best friend and activated your quirk. She saw what you were doing and looked you in the eyes while nodding. Your quirk was called copyedit (you refer to it as duplicate), you could copy anybody's quirk for however long you wanted it by touching them or looking them directly in the eyes and you can "edit" it to make it stronger, however, you get all the drawbacks that come with their quirk (if you edit it then you get unknown drawbacks and sometimes it doesn't even work.) and a killer headache after or you become blinded by the strongest emotion presented in the room when you copied said persons quirk. However, the second outcome was extremely rare. You could see emotional scales (represented by colour) which helped with your quirk. The strongest emotion present was the bloodlust coming from your father. It was dangerous to activate your quirk now, but the chances of the latter happening were low, right? You copied your best friends quirk. Her quirk was called Bone Armor, she can grow different suits of armour out of her own bones. You stood up, growing a bunch of spiky armour all over your body. Not that it would do much against your father's quirk. He had possession, however, he had to touch your actual skin to use it. Your dad threw several punches at you. Your vision turned an overwhelming shade of red. Your body started moving on its own. You cursed, obviously, the second drawback was what was happening. You blocked, grabbing his wrist and flipping him. You yelled in rage as it blurred your vision. Your mind was clouded. You couldn't see anything. You yelled again. You felt a sharp pain in your back. Not soon after your quirk activated in its own. There was a blinding red light, and you felt your bones break. The energy built up inside was gone. You felt extremely tired. You opened your eyes, and everyone around you was dead and looked like raisins. Blue, white and red lights flashed about the scene. Everything faded to black.
———————-Time Skip———————
It had been years since the event, the police told the media that the people in the house had killed each other. It was mostly a detective who believed that you truly didn't mean to kill them. However, you had spent all those years knowing you killed your best friend, and family. The police put you through a 're-training' of sorts. You had picked one quirk to use over the years for fear of loosing control again, also under the detectives suggestion. You were going to meet him now, he said he had an assignment for you. You knocked on his door.
"Come on in Y/N" The detective said from behind his desk. You entered, he began to speak again. "Y/N I have decided to send you to UA to help teach kids to master their quirks. "
"Yes sir." You said in a flat tone. You really didn't care, you had to fill your life with something. You opened your mouth again, "With all due respect sir, are you sure you want to send me? I am not an example of a hero."
Detective Carter sighed, "Again with this? I think it will help you, Y/N. Principal Nezu has been looking at you for an assistant teacher, and I agree with him.You are going end of story."
You turned on your heel, "Yes sir".
"GET PACKED YOU LEAVE TOMORROW!" He hollered after you.
You walked down the hallway to your room. By room it was more like a cell you could walk in and out of freely. You had little to pack, a couple decorations, your clothes, some mythology books, and a picture of BFF/N. Your eyes burned looking at it, threatening tears as you put it in the box on top of your clothes. You taped it and changed into some pajamas waiting for the morning to come.
Light spilled through the little window at the top of your room. You stood and pulled a shirt over your head. Detective Carter knocked on your door just as you were finishing getting dressed.
"Come in" you spoke softly.
He entered, "All ready to go?"
"Yeah" you walked past him with a box, he picked one up, and followed you out to the car. Discussing your new role, that you would be living on your own, and that he had to pull some strings to let this happen. In other words people didn't trust me, frankly I wouldn't either if I were them.
Just as you went to get in the car, he wrapped you in a big hug.
"I am gonna miss you bubs!" He sobbed, you while you just stood there. You returned the hug for a little bit. Then tried to pull away but to no avail. After 30 minutes he finally let you go. The drive was long as you rolled to a stop in a cosy little neighborhood by a tall mountain. You brought all your boxes inside. On the first floor was a kitchen and dining room with a sliding door at the back. To the left of you a small living room. You turned to go up the stairs. Setting the last box up next to your bed. There was a big window with a balcony. Detective Carter had set up your house with some appliances and furniture. By the time you unpacked it was night again. You rustled around in your dresser for some more pajamas, changing quickly you went downstairs and flipped the TV on. Your eyes felt heavy and you drifted into sleep. The sleep would only bring nightmares however. Red, red was everywhere. You tossed and turned, but it wouldn't stop. You ran to the bathroom panting. You looked down at your hands. They were covered in blood you turned the sink on, and tried to scrub it off, but it wouldn't budge. Panicking you wailed trying to get it off. Before you awoke in a cold sweat. Ignoring your night mare you tried to go back to sleep.
A/N: This chapter was 1141 words. I hope you like the re-write, if not I am sorry. I am going with a more detailed approach on how her past affected her. I am also trying to match the tile better. Thanks for reading!
