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*THIS STORY WILL HAVE MENTIONS OF AND SOME ABUSE; DON'T READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THAT*
*ALSO LANGUAGE IS WARNING*
The girl didn't know her actual name. She never even knew her parents. O'Malley had nicknamed her Frostbite, and that was the only name she knew, so that was the name she went by.
Her life hadn't improved since she was younger so she didn't expect it to get any better. She still wore the same clothes, just rattier than before. She had completely lost her shoes around a month ago and her feet seemed permanently black from dirt and soot and garbage. Her eyes seemed sunken in, dark bags mixing with soot and making her seem like she had blackened and bruised eyes.
9-year-old Frostbite crouched inside her refrigerator box while tearing at a bag of pretzels and stuffing them into her mouth greedily. Rain pounded onto the ground outside the box, soaking everything. Dirty and cracked nails scrabbled at the end of the bag for the crumbs and she tilted the bag upside down to spill the crumbs into her waiting mouth. Once empty, she stared at the bag almost longingly. It was good while it lasted. Crumpling the plastic, she tossed it onto her growing mattress of garbage and the alleyway was once again left in silence.
Frostbite ducked her head beneath her rain-soaked scarf as she darted past people on the street, hands pumping and covered in her filthy torn gloves. The gloves and raincoat probably would've fit if she was a healthy weight but she wasn't so it hung off her shoulders like it would a skeleton. She wasn't as skinny as she used to be, not since O'Malley had taken to giving her food whenever she did jobs for him. These jobs would be robbing stores or other dirty work he wanted done. But she still was a very unhealthy weight, still skin and bones.
"Oi watch where you're goin!" Someone shouted to her as they nearly ran her over with their bicycle; they splashed her in a puddle as they passed. She sneered at them but didn't say anything. They weren't worth her attention or time so she wouldn't give it to them.
The park she found was empty so she took a seat on a bench under a tree, throwing her backpack down next to her. The only things in the bag was an old toothbrush, half-filled water bottle, a depleted box of bandaids and if she was lucky, some snacks. It was frightfully light but there was only so much she could snag from convenience stores without getting caught. Not that her pickpocketing abilities were lacking, quite the opposite. She just didn't want to risk it. As dark clouds covered the sky and lightning flashed, she got up and ran, hoping to escape the storm.
It was dark as she ducked into an alleyway and she scaled a slippery pipe onto the roof of a building as easy as it was to breath. She adjusted the backpack and sighed, cracking her fingers as she did so.
" 'ey Frostbite." Came O'Malley's voice and she looked over to see him melt out of a puddle of shadows under a pigeon coop. He straightened his hat as it dripped rainwater and smirked at her.
"Gotta job for ya." Her eyes narrowed and she shook her head.
His gaze darkened and he narrowed his own eyes, soon a fist crashed into the side of her face, bones cracking as she hit the ground and slid a foot or two. Mud soaked into her clothes as rain streamed down her bloody nose and lip.
"You owe me bitch. Don't forget that. I own you." He growled and her will crumbled as the shadows around her feet got antsy, flickering towards him. Mutely she nodded and he smirked,
"Follow me."
No tears fell as she cradled her swelling cheek, O'Malley told her tears were for the weak and she'd be punished if she cried. She followed him down some steps through a cracked door and into a place that was warm. Rainwater pooled around their feet as O'Malley tipped his hat to a man made of mist behind a counter. His sharp yellow eyes narrowed on her and she gave a glare just as scathing.
"This is the one you spoke of?" Came the voice from the mist and she tensed.
"Damn straight. I kept my promise. I expect you guys to keep up your end of the deal." O'Malley grunted, getting out his pack of cigarettes but not yet lighting one. He sat on a stool at the bar but Frostbite stood mutely by his side, her face throbbed and hurt terribly but O'Malley had snapped at her to stop touching it so she left it alone.
A man with light blue hair stalked into the room. He had what looked like a severed hand covering his face– why did he have a severed hand in his face?– and sat down with a thump.
"What are you here for? I thought I made it clear I don't want you here." The man growled and Frostbite steeled a shiver that threatened to run down her spine. She swallowed with some difficulty with her swollen face and tasted metallic blood. She nearly gagged but stopped when the men started talking again.
"And I said I don't give a flying shit about what you say and I have someone who can do what you want." He jerked his unlit cigarette towards Frostbite who nearly flinched.
"... you brought me a kid?"
"Not just any kid. She can breath flammable gas and ignite it with a snap of her fingers. Can do a lot of damage, and even if she can't snap, she has igniters in the back of her throat. Think a dragon breathing fire if you will. Imagine if she were to flood a whole city block? That would definitely kill some pro heroes." O'Malley said and Frostbite saw the gleam of interest in the blue haired man's red eyes. He tapped his pointer finger against the counter, very obviously keeping his pinky finger away from it. Why was he doing that? Was it some sort of game or code? Or was he just doing it for fun?
"Are you sure she can do it? I don't want to play janitor if she messes up."
"She'll do it. Right Frostbite?" O'Malley held out his cigarette and she snapped her fingers to light it, giving a silent nod. What was he making her do now? She didn't know, but she didn't want to be hit again. The hand man looked to her, taking in her short, scrawny appearance.
"Fine." He got up and left the room, slamming the door on his way back to where he came from.
"Listen here Frostbite. Listen real good, you hear? You're gonna do a big job for me. A real big one. You'll get a shit ton of food if you do." He said, looking at her with a heavy glare.
"If you mess it up, no one 'll find your body until it's rotted and gone." He snarled and she nodded hastily.
"You're gonna kill the Number One Hero: Deku."
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