Black Blood (Katsuki Bakugou X Reader)

Chapter 1- The Lost Child

Notes
(E/c)- eye color
(H/l)- hair length
(H/c)- hair color
(F/c)- favorite color
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Here you sit. This will be the place where you die. A cold, rotten cell, sat in the corner. You would think that a seven-year-old would never write their will at such an age, but here you are, writing your will out on the concrete wall in your own black blood. They were more like smudges then words, considering you never learned how to read or write.

If anyone could read it they wouldn't understand, nor have anything of yours to take, because you had nothing. No family, nothing to take, and no way to escape this Hell that you were captured in unless your pray for freedom was answered.

The sound of jingling keys had caught your attention from your writing.

'Its time to be tortured.' You thought as you had gotten up from your corner of just black blood smudges and the smell of copper.

The usual had happened. The large man in a large, metal suit stood at the door, waiting for you to exit and follow him. You couldn't see their faces thanks to the darkened glass that covered their features and emotions.

You followed him down the long hallway, passing other cells that had a child in each one. They were experiments, just like you. Each one would glare as we passed. You are this places best subject because you were going to be the one that would kill All Might, the symbol of peace.

It didn't take us long to get to this large door that was all too familiar to you. This was the room that they injected you with awful substances that caused you to have these awful powers. The door was opened by the man and he pushed me inside.

The smell of disinfectants was sickening to the point that you missed your copper smelling cell.

The large man grabbed you and threw you onto the cold metal table, soon strapping you down with large, leather straps.

"Too tight." You whimpered to yourself. You look around the room, hoping that something would distract you from the tightness of the straps. Your eyes landed on a large needle that was filled with this black liquid, and it looked to be moving? You become more uncomfortable just thinking about what was inside that thing, and were they going to inject you with such fluid.

The large door opens to reveal the scientist who had been working on you for the longest of time. He had shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. If he wasn't the one who was hurting you, then you would have thought he was a nice guy, but alas he had to be in the wrong crowd, and so did you.

You always thought that you would be a hero, but when you turned 5 you found out you had no quirk. Your parents thought they would sell you to the LoV company and never see you again.

You don't cry about it now, but you used to. Being a disappointment to your family was something that no kid wanted to have that happen to, and if it did then you felt sympathy for them because you were in the same boat.

The scientist takes the large needle from the metal tray, which scares you to the point that tears began to prick the corners of your eyes, and you began to bite your lip to the point that you could feel blood dripping down your chin.

The needle soon made contact with your skin, then began to be buried under your dirty skin. You scream once the fluid had begun to fill your veins. You pulled your limbs from their restrains and punched the scientist with the new strength he had just give you. He flew back and landed into the concert wall.

You jumped down from the metal table and pulled the large needle out of your skin. You watched as your blood splattered across the white tiled floor, staining it with black.