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Ash-grey smoke curled in from the cracks of my door, I knew that my self appointed parents were dead. I’d heard their splintering screams from some where across the house’s wall.
They were thin to the point that I could hear a mouse crawling around outside if my parents had decided to shut up and stop yelling for once in their life.
I couldn’t do anything of course.
A child against the raging fire you could hear destroying the wooden beams that held everything.
The fire that was burning through the walls faster than it was through the door.
A small comfort I could only guess,
It means that it was harder for my parents to barge in.
But they’re dead now.
I sat still staring outwards, towards the door that seemed to cling onto its hinges to save me.
…
Wait, why would the fire be pushing on the door?
Fire can’t do that- oh, this was arson.
My parents would be yelling right now, saying a girl my age shouldn’t be able to know these words,
But they were just scared that compared to me they were stupid.
And I was a genius,
But somewhere they were burning, I could already feel the searing heat
“Ow!”
I yelped as I realized the fire had already entered the room,
But the arsonist had made it in at that moment.
“Yuki Manako right?”
He smiled, he had glistening pure white hair.
This man was what I assumed people would call a silver fox, not that I’d ever seen one,
“So you are alive”
From behind him a pair of eyes blinked,
Their irises were the same shade of swampy green as my- deceased caretaker.
My quirk was acting up again, giving me hallucinations.
Is what I thought until the man pulled out the head of the man who was once alive.
“Had to take care of some things hope you don't mind”
But the smile he wore while he said this was something of a warning.
A scream bubbled up my throat and caught, I couldn't scream no matter how hard I tried.
I could feel the flickering of flames dancing around me, and the burning crawled around my arms.
“Help- me”
They cut my throat to get out, flooding my lungs with a layer of ash and dust.
My breath turned grey and ragged.
“Alright, if you can keep one promise”
I glare at him through the ashy tears that trickle down my face.
“Never, ever, ever betray me. I will do what the fire was going to tonight if you ever break it”
I nod, I could hear the creaking of my bones from the pain they were in. Searing, blistering heat.
The man only smiled an eerie thing. “Perfect, we'll only need one more thing.”
“Cut of any finger you like”
He tosses a small box cutter in my direction, he won't save me either way.
I die now or I die later, yet I feel inclined to do what he says.
A quirk, but I'm sure I saw something else.
Dual quirked?
No, he steals quirks.
I pick up the plastic base, it's already melting. This'll burn my skin for ages.
Holding it at the base of my pinky, my hand starts trembling.
I want this,
No.
I need this.
Thunk
I watch as a bloody trail rolls into the fire.
It burns more than the embers that cling to the bottom of my skirt.
Its a liquid smoothness that trickles down my hand and onto the floor.
Drip Drip Drip
Do I feel the need to cry?
Yes.
Will I?
No.
I will never cry in front of another, for I will not gain their empathy even if I do.
“Let's go”
I look up at the man.
The tears I said I would not cry fall anyways.
For they do not listen to me though I am the one who owns this body.
Am I truly in control of anything.
But the man's hand is warm when I take it.
“My name is-”
He pauses as if considering his decision.
“You can call me anything you want”
“Okay, anything you want”
His head ticks in annoyance.
Dumbass.
A tap on the back of my neck makes me swallow another gasp of ash,
And it fades out to dusky gray.