Chapter XVI

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WARNING! Just all around physical hurting

3rd pov.

The pro hero had been given an idea that had been floating in his mind for the past month. The more he thought about it, the more he found it logical. He didn't want it to be true, but if it was, there would be no chance in him holding back his rising anger.

He had taken, discreetly, blood from both his daughter and wife. His sample of blood was going to be provided at the testing.

"Ah! Hello there mr. Primo! What brings you here?" The doctor had asked him. He placed the blood samples on the desk in front of him. His expression didn't show his emotions. It was static and made the doctor a little uncomfortable. However, the pro hero knew his intense gaze held nothing on the intense gaze of Endeavor.

"I need you to run a blood test." The pro hero commands and pulls out the baggy with the broken plate with his daughter's blood on it out. He sets in in front of the doctor. Then he grabs the next one which was a knife with blood on it. "I need to see if this blood sample," he pauses and points to the blood streaked across the plate, "matches the one on the knife and my blood."

The doctor looked at the pro hero a little taken aback. It certainly was an odd request. At first the doctor had assumed the blood samples were for a case to find villains.

"Uh. Can I ask why?" The doctor asks. Only to get an intense glare back.

"My business." The doctor swallows visibly and nods.

"We'll come with me and I'll have your blood drawn." The doctor pushes himself to a standing position and begins to walk out of the office. The pro hero begin him.

(Y/N) pov.

I glance at my dad who was going through our mail silently. It's been a week since his last outburst. And it's not normal for him. I was extremely cautious around him at this time. I was scared of what he might do next.

He was quickly scanning the mail then moving onto the next one. He didn't even read what was inside. He read where it was from. He stopped however at one of them. I watch him curiously front he couch. He ripped this one open and looked through the pages. The air seemed to grow tense as he read whatever was on the paper.

Without a word, he stood up and walked into the bedroom he shared with my mom. She was in there taking a nap. I heard screaming and the next thing I knew my mom was stumbling out of the room. Her foot was crystalized with my dad's quirk. His quirk made him able to turn any material into crystals. But only non living things like clothes.

My mother goes all the way to me and clutches me in her arms. She was trembling uncontrollably. My dad stalks out of the room. His eyes seeming to glow in rage as he looked at my mother and I.

"She's not my daughter. Is she." My dad accuses. His hateful gaze shifting to my mother. Her eyes widen.

"I don't know that your talking about." Mother's voice shakes. I hug her just as tight as she is hugging me. My father growls and I feel crystals begin gathering on my pant leg, encasing it in his crystals. I can feel the circulation being cut off as the crystals tighten on my thigh. Panic surges through me. My dad may not be able to start his crystals on someone's skin, however, he's improved it to the point where he can encase skin if it's touching the original material he is incasing.

"Tell me the truth or she loses her leg." My mother's eyes widen. The crystals tighten and I since at the pain. Eventually, I won't be able to feel my leg.

"Honey.." my mom tries, using her quirk. The crystals begin to tighten faster. This didn't go unnoticed by my mom causing her to stop.

"If you use your quirk she loses her leg." Soon enough my mom confesses. I was shocked but my attention was on the limb I no longer felt anything for. My dad walks closer to us. I drag my eyes away from my leg and it's tingles to look at him.

His eyes scared me beyond what it normally did. They held so much more hatred than ever directed at me. I glance to my mom and realize just then that crystals were slowly rising up her necklace in an attempt to choke her.

Looking back at my dad, I watched him raise his foot and he smashed it as had as he could against the crystals on my leg. For a split second, just the tiniest second, I believed it would free my leg. Instead my leg had broken off at the hip and laid detached on the floor in front of me. Blood soon became to pour out of my wound and immense pain caught up with me causing me to howl in agony.

I thought that would be it until my dad's colossal hands wrapped around my neck and be an to tighten. My screams were cut off and were replaced with gasps as I tried to get air back into my lungs. My one remaining leg tried to kick him off me as his grip tightened.

My vision became blurry and dark. My body finally trying to give into death. I felt teas roll down my cheeks. I saw the face of Eiji in my head as the darkness completely took over my vision. The sadness on his face broke my already broken body.

Just as I was about to succumb the air rushed back into my lungs and the hand loosened and fell off my neck. I gasp and try to look around. I feel shaking arms pull me into a body.

It didn't take me long to realize it was my mother. I looked around the still blurry room as best I could. 'Maybe the worst part is over. Maybe no one else will get hurt.' I think to myself.

Before my eye land on my dad. There was a pan covered in blood next to his head and he was unmoving and lifeless. Covered in my blood and his own.

Sobs rack my body and my mom pulls me closer. She tries to tie something on my leg to stop it from bleeding while trying to calm me down.

"Shhh. Baby it's okay. The ambulance is on its way."

Yay! It's longer than the last one. I hope you liked the pov switch. And her dad's hero name doesn't really mean anything I was trying to come up with something quickly and saw a music stand with it on it so I was like good enough. Anyways hope you enjoy a few chapters left and I may write a second book. I have ideas for it already if people want it. Have a good night/day!

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