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Neglected from an early age and called a freak of nature, is girl who was silenced by her brother, neglected by her mother, and abandoned by her father, turns dark and twisted...
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Lol if I put anymore I'll spoil the plot!!!
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You brought your fingers over your lips, gently fingering the crude stitches keeping your lips sealed, the memory of a little boy with light blue hair pinning you down, a foggy and distorted memory.
Your trembling figure brushing the walls of the alleyway as you made your nightly rounds, looking for food... When suddenly there was a loud CRASH as a garbage can was knocked over by a stumbling drunk... A small whimper leaving your lips as you saw his shadowy figure was hunched over slightly, as he appeared to be inspecting a corpse covered in blood. Too caught up in looking at the body you hardly noticed the stumbling drunk had somehow snuck up behind you, as his hot breath tickled your neck you jumped and turned around to face him. You looked into his eyes, and noted a strange look in them, it reminded you of the look in that one man's eyes your mummy brought home that one time...
You were quickly knocked out of your thoughts as a large hand reached forward, slamming your small figure against the wall. He reached forward, brushing a finger against the stitches on your lips, and tugged lightly.
(Bold for the drunk speaking)
"Now.... *Hic* what do weeee have here~ if we're *hic* gonna have some fun, we're gooonna need these gonne *hic*"
You were absolutely terrified, your body frozen in fear.
His finger wrapped around one of the stitches before giving it a harsh tug.
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Out of instinct your quirk activated, you had no time to react to what had just happened, a flash of red, and the sound of flesh being torn apart, bones snapping and blood flooding the alleyway...
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You were angry, body trembling with rage at what used to be the man in front of you.
'it was just self defence... And an unstable quirk... Right?' she thought.
She slowly walked forward before sitting down and hugging your knees tightly to your chest, you slowly reached out the bottle of vodka half empty placed on the ground, you were already incredibly dehydrated, you didn't even really care if it killed you, so when you brought it to the side of your mouth where the stitch had been pulled, and you started guzzling it down, an odd flavour invading your mouth as the effects of the alcohol almost immediately taking effect... It was a nice feeling, it was almost making you feel happy...
And then you blacked out, a rare smile on your lips, as you drifted off to sleep in a really sketchy alleyway. -----------------------------------------------------------
Can someone please tell meh what vodka tastes like?
Also reader is a sadistic little fucker, like omg!
