Voodoo Doll [BNHA]

Chapter One

A/N: Images used are just found from google searches (unless otherwise stated as fan art given to me).. I don't art well

Additional A/N: I guess people need a warning because the mature content warning wasn't enough??? Hey graphic content ahead, there be blood and gore and such

Endeavor arrived on the scene of a double homicide and suicide at a large shabby apartment building. He and the majority of his sidekicks had been asked to be on crowd control to keep people back as one of the victims had been a child and it would be upsetting to many civilians when they removed her body. He got his sidekicks organized and left them to handle the crowd before following the lead detective to the crime scene. The lead detective was an elderly man who looked as if he should have retired years ago but Endeavor appreciated his no nonsense attitude.

"What the hell kind of sick fucks were these people?" He heard one of the deputies complain and exit the apartment looking as if he were about to be sick.

Endeavor frowned at the deputy's lack of professionalism as he followed the lead detective. As they stepped through the apartment door into a tiny kitchen, they were hit with the overpowering metallic smell of blood. There was blood splattering the walls of the small kitchen and congealing on the floor and countertop. The body of a middle-aged woman was lying in front of the sink with a gun in her hand. Sitting at the dining table was a middle-aged man with two gunshot wounds, the first appeared to go through his cheek and hadn't been enough to kill him, the second was in his chest. Beyond the tiny kitchen dining area was a small shabby living room. Dangling from a noose in the middle of the living room, was a young girl of eight. Her wrists were bound and it appeared as if someone had carved something into her arms and legs, like a homemade tattoo. Her flesh was raw, bloody and seeping ink. Upon second glance, he noticed stitching around her mouth, her mouth had been sewn shut. There were dark shadowy black veins around her wide-open eyes. Her eyes were cloudy and white with no visible iris or pupil. There was a tattoo of an upside-down cross in black ink stretching from her bottom lip down to her chin and a pentagram carved into her forehead.

"I told you to cut her down, forensics is already done with their pictures." The lead detective snapped at his deputies. He couldn't bear to see the child in such a pitiful state any longer.

The remaining deputy who could still stomach to be in the small apartment raced to the rope securing the child and began sawing at it with his pocket knife. Endeavor shook his head as her body hit the coffee table below.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" The lead detective snarled at the young deputy.

Endeavor felt his heart freeze in his chest as the body of the child suddenly twitched. The wounds on her arms were slowly beginning to mend. The deputy screamed and fled from the child. Endeavor scowled and moved to help the child. If he couldn't stomach this, he was in the wrong profession.

"GET ME A MEDIC! NOW!" The lead detective snarled and raced toward the child as she came to.

Ten years had passed since then, and the child, unfortunately named Fumeiyo, had pulled herself up out of her own personal hell, overcame all obstacles and became a hero. Endeavor had rediscovered the child with the peculiar quirk during her time at UA and offered her an internship and upon her graduation, a full-time job as his sidekick. Refusing to use her given name, everyone at the Agency called her Doll. The rest of the world, referred to her by her hero name, Voodoo Doll. Endeavor glanced at the clock on his desk, it was getting late. He'd asked Doll to wait outside his office a while ago. He hadn't anticipated the meeting with the brat to go on this long.