Touch the Sky

by Faulty Paragon

Mercury Black wasn't made in a day. Without a Semblance, his legs, or anyone by his side, the world taught him far too quickly that power was all it took to succeed- and Mercury would need all the power he could get. He'd reach the sky eventually. -Mercury's life in canon, from childhood until V6 and beyond, explored through 100 drabbles using the 100 Prompts Challenge.

21. Never Again

A/N: Update 6.

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Touch the Sky

21. Never Again

His legs never healed, calves bowed. His Aura was too weak to fix it. He hobbled slightly when he ran, losing balance easily.

He had to learn to fight all over again. Those lessons were painful, carved into his body with blood.

He wanted to give up. What was even the point? After years of abuse, what point was there in trying anymore? Nothing could ever taste as sweet as the fleeting touch of the universe at his fingertips-

Perhaps that was when Mercury stopped caring about it all. He couldn't escape, his one dream stripped away just like that.

So, with leaden feet, when Marcus told him to murder a target, Mercury listened. The blood spatter felt like nothing on his face.