Broken Charge [ShinKami]

Denki Kaminari: Origin

Denki Kaminari was three years old when he had gotten his quirk. He was in the living room playing with his toys with his mom. He laughed as he started to drive the car when all of a sudden the room had an electric spark. 

Denki's mom was laid out on the ground, she had collapsed from the spark that emitted from Denki. Denki crawled over to her and shook her, but she never woke up. 

Denki had started to panic when he grabbed his mom's phone from her pocket. He clicked emergency calls and then dialled the emergency number. 

Denki was crying as he dropped the phone. He did not expect his mom to just collapse. His dad was off at work and was not coming home for another couple of hours. 

This was the day that Denki had found his quirk, and this was also the day that Denki was yelled at by his father for the first time. He did not like it at first, but every day was a challenge.

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Denki was eight when he had first got locked in the basement, it was hard at first, but he slowly got used to it as time flew by. He would get all these different bruises and scars from being thrown in there. Whenever he was away from his parents we would rub at the scars on his hands, hoping that if he rubbed enough they would go away.

But they never went away.

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Denki had a rough time when he was ten, the people had started to bully him. He had come home with more than just the bruises and scars from his parents, but also with cuts that the kids would give him. He thought that his parents would actually care for him at once, but no, they did not. The cuts actually fueled their imagination.

Denki was eleven when he first started to get abused, it came little by little. He got slaps from his dad telling him he was stupid and a mistake. But it slowly got worse over time. He would get punched by his drunk as fuck dad, or get hollered at by his pissed drunk mother. He did not have a good home life, not at all and it just seemed to get worse.

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Denki was now thirteen. He had bruises littering his body like spots on a cat. No matter how much his parents hurt him, he did not want to hurt them, he knew that when he was older that it would go away, right?

If only life worked that way.

Denki was thirteen, he was just thirteen when he had first gone to the hospital because he was beaten so badly. His parents had told the doctors that he fell down the stairs, down a long set of stairs, the doctors were still confused as to why his body was littered with bruises that even the stairs would not touch. It was very unusual, however, the doctors did not question it any further and started to treat his wounds. 

Denki was out of the hospital a week later. His parents had not touched him for about a month. His mood had lifted, he felt as if his parents had actually cared about him. However, one late afternoon when Denki was in his room his dad pushed him against the wall. His breath reeked of the scotch that he had drunk from the bottle about two minutes ago. Denki looked up at him with terrified eyes. His father raised his hand in a fist, about to punch him. Denki closed his eyes as he waited for his father to punch him, however it never happened. 

Denki opened his eyes as he looked up at him. He saw him chuckle and then heard him say "You are a fucking pussy, you know that right?" Denki shivered at his words before he was punched in the face hard, knocking him out.

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Denki was now fourteen. He had sneaked away from his basement using the window. He was going to go to the U.A. entrance, and he was going to get in, he has been dreaming about being a pro hero since he was little, watching it when he was 3, watching the hero's save other. He wanted to be able to do that one day. He was going to get in, he believed in himself.

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Denki had snuck back in through the window, but he had not seen his parents there until he had turned around. The sudden sight of his parents shocked him. He stood there with his hand over his mouth as he stared at them with wide eyes.

"What were you doing outside, you piece of shit?" His father yelled at him, he took a step closer to him. He held a bat in his hand, ready to strike at him. His mother stood by the door, her arms crossed as she just watched this go down. 

"I-I" Denki stuttered as he gulped "I went to the U.A. entrance exams, I want to be a hero" He backed up a little, into the wall. His father came closer to him, holding the bat tightly in his right hand. 

"You fucking bitch, I told you specifically to not go to that, you deceitfully disobeyed me" His father yelled at him. Denki looked around the room, noticing the smashed glass of what seemed to be a beer bottle, the liquid was slipped across the floor in a puddle. He trailed his eyes over to his mother and noticed that she had a straight monotoned face. 

Denki trailed his face back over to his father, his father was getting closer to him. He looked at him with a scared look.

"you are going to get a beating that you won't forget, you will fucking learn to obey me," His father told him as he held up the bat.

All that could be heard was screams and cries and pleads for forgiveness, but they never stopped. They never ever stopped. 

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This is the first chapter of the story that I found an idea for and I liked it, so I started writing it