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.

25. Breaking Away

A/N: Update 10. That's enough for today. Leave a comment if you're reading along!

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Touch the Sky

25. Breaking Away

He's never giving me back my Semblance.

The rolling fog had disappeared with the blazing inferno's presence, a pyre lighting up the night sky in all its twisted glory. It was almost beautiful, flames dancing in Mercury's lightless eyes.

Marcus stumbled out of the flames, clearly disoriented after the blow to the head. "Boy?" he called, eyes barely opened in his stupor.

Despite barely-functioning legs, bile rising in his throat each tottering step, the bloodied bandages and the fading vision and the sinking understanding that I will never heal from this echoing in his mind, Mercury was able to do what needed to be done.

Just as he was taught, he reached out from the shadows, grabbing Marcus' hair and dragging him to the ground. With one of Marcus' daggers, Mercury drew a thin line across Marcus' throat.

The blood splatter felt like nothing, as always. But still, as it dried on his skin… he felt freer.