Chapter 1: Prologue

                                    

                                          
A/n: And here we go again with releasing fics before I have a plot line. This one I started working on a few months ago when I was in a really dark place. I've told y'all about my mental health issues before so a lot of my stories are pretty dark and have to do with assault... So for that I apologize for how depressing my works tend to be. But since Pocky-Senpai and a few other people said they wanted a tall black reader fic here it is!
                          
Hungry. You felt so hungry. All you could see was red. And all you could feel was hunger. 
                          
What was going on?
                          
There was something metallic in your mouth that you just kept chewing. You chewed and chewed and chewed. Completely deaf to crys that surrounded you.
                          
Loud screaming surrounded you and suddenly it began to feel hot. The heroes were here, but at what cost? The warehouse was burning to the ground and so many people were hurt. You sat in the corner, eyes blown wide with shock and fear as you began to mentally shut down. They were being so rough, so harsh to the ones you know, as you haphazardly hid behind a desk. Granted, the ones that took care of you weren't the best or nice but they took care of you no less. And here they were getting beat to a pulp by heroes. 
                          
Walls began closing in as breathing became harder. Your body broke out into a cold sweat as every atom and molecule was now visible due to your panic. Closing your eyes tightly you practiced your breathing exercises to dwindle the chance of any quantum mishaps. But you were scared, the room was only getting hotter and things continued to burn and screams and yells were only getting louder. You couldn't stop the soft cry that escaped you as you covered your ears and brought your legs in closer to your chest. You wanted the sounds to go away, you wanted the heroes to go away, they were ruining everything. 
                          
The sounds of your cries were extremely faint, almost non-existent, but a hero's ears picked it up just as he was about to help Endeavor with the last of the villain scientist. Said hero was a sidekick to Endeavor, and has been for years. Carefully approaching the desk he pulled out his sword, ready to strike someone down in case of an ambush, but when he saw your young body he stopped. You were in a ratty worn out gown with bandages all over your body. Your kinky curly hair was heavily matted too. Even though he couldn't see your face he knew you were a young teen. Without thinking he shrugged off his cloak and slowly went around the desk. 
                          
One of the scientist noticing this, while fighting off a lower hero, frowned deeply and tried to stop them. "GET AWAY FROM THERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
                          
"Hey.. Hey.. Little girl, shhh. It's ok, we're here to get you out." he said softly, not knowing you couldn't hear his voice. So when the cloak was draped over your shoulders and you felt a hand on you, you screamed. The fight stopped at the sound of the loud scream, most of the villains being the first to react, dropped to the ground immediately. Before the heroes or anyone else for that matter could react they were thrown back with a force even they couldn't fight off. The fire was out complete and the walls of the warehouse fell. The hero that was closest to you was hit with the desk, knocking them unconscious. 
                          
Your screaming didn't stop as you clutched your head tightly. Tears flowing down your cheeks in a panic of fear and anger. Things were thrown around and disintegrated before all eyes and it went on like this for a few seconds until it stopped. A sigh of relief escaped many, no matter their alignment, as your quirk stopped. But the night was far from done. 

                          
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"Tell us your name. How old are you?" came the soft voice of the detective in front of you. But you kept quiet, unwilling to speak. You stared at your dry cut up hands as you fiddled with your fingers wanting all of this to end. Seeing he wasn't gonna get you to speak he sighed and stood up straight. You wouldn't let anyone touch you, and had clear signs of abuse. Every time someone got too close they were blown away by what they could only assume to be your quirk, leaving you sitting in the same spot on the ground. 
                          
"Did you get anything out of the girl Tsukauchi?" came Endeavor's voice as he placed his hands on hips stretching out his back. Your quirk sent him flying straight into a tree after the walls of the warehouse were gone, so needless to say his back was killing him. Not too far from him stood Shouta Aizawa, also known as Eraserhead. He originally wasn't supposed to be on the mission, but due to a last minute decision here he was, thankfully so. 
                          
"No Endeavor, she won't even make eye contact much less let anyone touch her. There's dried blood on her arms so they were most likely doing something to her before we came. But the blood is too thick for me to see. And the last thing we need is for her to use her quirk again, we don't even know what it is yet. Didn't you see those things just turn to dust?" Naomasa explained with crossed arms as he looked at your crouched figure with sad eyes.
                          
"We have Eraserhead don't we? He could just take her quirk while you just throw her in the ambulance to get checked." 
                          
Hearing his name the man finally spoke up, "You think carelessly throwing a traumatized girl into an ambulance is going to help? Me using my quirk on her while you recklessly act will only cause her to trust us even less. We don't even know what she's capable of yet." 
                          
"Neither do we." came the voice of one of the apprehended doctors. A soft chuckle escaped him as sat in the cop car without a care. "It's amazing what lengths the human body can do to protect itself. Her body is absolutely fascinating, her quirk even more so. Too bad she's broken beyond repair... She could've been an amazing villain. In this stage alone she could kill us all with a snap of her fingers." 
                          
Naomasa cringed at the lack of the familiar twist of his gut when a lie was being told. If this guy was telling the truth just what were you capable of?