when we cry | Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Torture

Everything was polished.

Everything was clean.

All he needed was a body.

It was you.

Your father strapped your arms and legs onto the hospital bed.
He made sure you couldn't escape.

Escape for what was going to happen.

He had a tray full of sharp and unique tools.

This was no doctor visit.

This was a experimental moment.

Something made you feel that this somehow happened before.

But you didn't know.

It was still a dark room only a small ceiling light was attached above your bed.

It didn't brighten up the room though.

Your father cleaned the last tool.
It was a dissecting tool.

You were scared to death.

What was 'your father' going to do with you?

Whatever it was you were terrified.

A metal noise was heard when your father sat the metal tool on the iron tray.

And he picked up a knife.

The blade was sharp.

He smiled and spoke, "I'm not a wuss."

And stabbed you right in your chest.

You screamed.

Not in pain.

Not because of the stab.

Because you were terrified.

Terrified of what was happening.

The next thing was even more traumatic.

Your father sat the knife down and got another tool.

He grabbed a scissor like pillar and proceeded to insert that in your chest.

He dug deep enough. Until he slid it back out.

A piece of your bone was what came out and a bit of flesh.

You were horrified and screamed.

For your father he was pleased to hear you scream.

He thought you felt the pain.

He plunged the pillar again and blood splattered onto your face.

He didn't take it out but turned around and started to laugh.

He was insane.

You looked at the gash.

It was really bad.

You were sweating and whining. A bit of the blood went into your mouth.

And then he turned around and took the pillar out and then your skin and wound regenerated healing it.

Your father was confused.

He dropped the tool and grabbed an ax and chopped off your arm.

Blood splattered everywhere.

You lifted your arm the other piece falling into the floor.

You licked the blood and your arm regenerated again.

Your father yelled and kept stabbing you.

Plunging the ax over and over again.

You were screaming for help.

"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!"

Your father kept repeating those words.

And the final plunge hit your mouth.

Making you gag and spit out blood.

You then blacked out.

In a white room you saw your doppelganger. Or in other words.

H E R

"I still hear your mother...." father said.

You snapped back to reality.
You coughed you still kept regenerating.

No matter how much your father stabbed you.

You would regenerate.

You laid there.

You looked drained out and tired.

Probably because you screamed.

Your dad had fallen over so he was crying in the floor.

"Papa. You're being such a fucking wuss." you said.

He screamed.

"IM NOT A DAMN WUSS!!"

He got up and threw the ax.

It landed on the middle of your forehead.

He quickly left the room.

You got the ax out.

And got your hand and rubbed the blood and licked it.

The cut was gone.

You used your quirk to get your body trough the straps.
(like mirio's)

You stood up and stretched your body.

"Its good to be back."

Back in my body