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.

22. Online

A/N: Update 7, I believe.

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Touch the Sky

22. Online

The killing continued. Mercury was relentless. What he lacked in strength he made up for in speed. What he lacked in Aura, he made up for in spite.

What he lacked in Semblance, he made up for in bloodlust.

But his real target continued to defeat him time and time again. When Mercury finally managed to defeat his father, completely depleting his Aura until there was nothing left, Mercury didn't even register it.

"You're strong enough," Marcus murmured, standing up. He checked his Scroll. "Fourteen-years-old- strong enough."

Mercury froze. Strong… enough? It was enough? "Can… I have my Semblance again?"

"I never thought you'd truly grow strong."

"Can I have it back?"

"I didn't think you'd become like this."

He paused. "Like… what?"

And his father bared his teeth, more fang-like than anything, and attacked.