"Marred" {Dabi X OC} ❌Discontinued❌

Chapter 2: Cerulean

I look to the side hoping someone from the frat party will notice what's happening. When I look around at my surroundings, I see no one in sight and the frat house has disappeared from my vision; the only thing I see is the darkness of the alleyway we both stand in. What? I thought we were just at the party? Did I follow him all the way here and didn't even notice? The bigger problem is, why is this freak choking me?!? Deciding to you use my quirk, I place my hand on his wrist and after a few seconds his grip loosens around my throat. I stumble away from him rubbing my throat and desperately taking in needed oxygen. He doesn't speak, but his eyes speak for himself: astonishment and infuriation begin to dwell inside of him. This is my cue to run! Turning from him, I sprint in the opposite direction towards the street to the right of me. I start to hear his footsteps becoming significantly closer, so I use the fear rushing through my body to push myself into running at a faster pace. Something hard and sharp pierces the meat on the back of my calf making me cry out in pain. I fall on my knees and run my hand across the open wound, when I pull my hand around to look at it, blood covers my whole palm. Crap crap crap CRAP! This is bad! Who even is this guy? Looking over my shoulder, I see the man walking towards me with a rusted blade in between his index and middle finger. Is that what cut me? I try to stand, but fail miserably when I feel a burning sensation course throughout my whole calf. I roll over on my butt and grip my bleeding calf tightly, gritting my teeth as the burning sensation continues to spread. HOLY COW! Why is it burning so bad?

"Burns doesn't it?" His menacing voices echoes throughout the alleyway making my body tremble when I peer up at him. He now towers over me running the rusted blade across the palm of his hand.

"Wanna know why?" He suggests as a malicious grin appears on his lips. This guy is insane!

"No! I want you to let me go!" I exclaimed trying to sound authoritative and secretly hoping my nerves don't get the best of me. Okay, calm down. You can do this. Just breathe and try to bargain with him and if that does work I always have my quirk.

"No. I've kept my eye on you for a few days now, so I thought tonight would be my night to finally have you." He kneels down in front of me playing with the bloodied blade. I widen my eyes as he inches closer towards my face, his hot breath pushes back a few strands of my hair as he peers into my eyes.

"Seeing you in pain makes you a hundred times more captivating, Mirea." Holy dump... I have a stalker and I never even knew it... he's going to kill me and that's a fact. My arms tremble as I push my body away from his, my back hits a wire gate behind me which stops me from going back any further.

"I don't know your quirk, but I do know it has to do with physical contact. In that case, let's tie up those angelic hands of yours." Before I know it, the wire from the fence behind me has wrapped itself around both of my wrists. I slightly tug at my restraints, but the metal around me doesn't budge. I fearfully twist my wrists to try to break free, but it only brings me more stinging pain. I suddenly feel someone's touch lift my chin upwards, I meet those bloodlust smoky eyes and my body involuntarily shakes.

"Mirea Fujisawa, you are the most breathtaking sight. Especially with the fear in your eyes and the blood trailing down your leg. Makes me want to take you right here and now." He lustfully whispers and now I decide to scream for help.

"Help! Someone please! Help m-" My vision hastily becomes blurry and when the man speaks, its as if his voice is only an echo.

"I only want you to scream in pain, not in fear!" I hear him scream even though his voice carries on as if we are stuck in a cave. I begin to feel the pounding and thumping on the right side of my head and my eyelids become significantly heavy. My head... it's spinning like a top. My eyelids... they feel like they weigh ten tons. I feel my cheeks being squished together as I look at the man in front of me, black spots begin to appear on his face starting with his forehead.