"Guh!" Aizawa grunted from falling down to the ground. Today class 1-A and class B we're doing joint exercises together. First being battle training. Currently Aizawa was in his hero costume of a long black shirt and pants with his warp scarf around his neck. He was panting after the exhausting exercise but his mind wandered back to his letter. For two days he went back to the building, hoping to find a new letter but to no avail, not one letter showed itself. He sighed. 'What was I expecting?'
"Aizawa! Focus!" The teacher shouted. All of a sudden a blast came directly at him but he was able to dodge it just in time.
"AHHHHH!" Harper screamed as another lashed made contact with her back. The moment she heard the harsh knocks on her door she knew it wasn't good news and she was right. That little bitch of a guard came back with back up and practically dragged Harper out of her room and gave her a few good punches here and there. Now she was in a dark room, chained up and getting whipped like a stuffed pig. "Now, now. You can't pass out on me now. Good little girls should listen." Harper looked up at a giggling little girl. She was wearing a striped, sleeveless dress with arm warmers. She wore her blonde hair tightly back with several, colourful ribbons. Also she wore rubber boots that completed her childish look. The little girl's wide light blue eyes stared at Harper with amusement while tapping the whip in her small hands.
Harper just glared at her. Her blood pumping with liquid fire. She could manipulate the blood that was dripping from her back but the pain from her arms was too much and a heavy weight in her chest had given her no choice but to submit. 'I'm surprised I haven't passed out yet. Maybe it's the adrenaline.' Another sharp wack hit her across the face, leaving a nice cut on her cheek. "Oh I do apologize for leaving a cut on your pretty face but you weren't paying attention to me! This leaves me to believe you will need more punishment. Another fifty lashes I believe?" She tilted her head in confusion, thinking about her own question. Harper growled, tugging the chains around her wrists in defiance.
"Oh! Someone is eager to start." She placed the whip gently under Harper's chin and stared deeply into her eyes. "You are very bad..." Harper coughed harshly in the girl's face, the taste of copper on her tongue. The little girl recoiled from her in disgust. "Gross! Very unladylike! You're going to get severely punished for that." She snarled while wiping her face. She tossed the leather whip somewhere on the floor and pulled out of her back a long, metal sword. Harper's eyes widened in fear.
"This will hurt just a bit." She smiled. The last thing Harper remembered was the girl raising her sword in the air and plunging down. Then darkness. "Ha... I thought she would've lasted longer." Harper laid on the ground unconscious. Blood pooled around her crippled body. Her arms cut off from her. The limbs laid down motionless on the ground by the smeared wall of her blood. The little girl wiped her forehead head that was smeared with Harper's blood in exhaustion. "Oh well the job is done." She pulled out a handkerchief and began cleaning the blood of her sword. Unfortunately Harper though unconscious was still alive. Her heartbeat was slow and the blood from the wounds on her arms slowly stopped. Her brain was working over time, if she didn't do something soon she was sure she was going to die from blood loss. "There! That should do it. I'm such a good young lady. Well, time to get back to work." The little girl walked past Harper's 'corpse' and left the poor girl in the pool of her own blood. The sound of her squeaking boots was the last thing anyone within earshot could hear.
Ba-thump... Ba-thump... Ba-thump.
Slowly Harper's branch of sin activated itself. Like vines it branched out to Harper's arms and dragged it back to her body. It connected to the joints like missing puzzle pieces and began to put together the bone, muscle, nerves and tissue back together.
Ba-thump... Ba-thump... Ba-thump.
One finger moved... and then another... and another. Soon all five of her fingers started to move, forming a fist and she opened and closed her hands. 'It hurts...' Harper placed her hands against the cold ground and tried to hoist herself up but immediately toppled down to the ground by slipping in her own blood. "Ow! Damn it!" She cursed. Her body ached all over, her heart pounded painfully against her chest. 'I have to get to recovery.' She tried getting up again, her body protesting with every move she made.
She was able to finally get herself up, using the chains for support. Her head swam and nausea passed through her with a vengeance. 'Come on you useless body!' She banged her fist against her chest in anger. She looked around at the mess in the little room. Her body shivered with disgust and fear. She tried taking a step but felt her legs buckle from the pressure. More curses flew out of her mouth, frustration present on her face. Suddenly she heard the door opening. 'Crap! She came back! The little demon!' Harper looked around desperately to try to find a place to hide but alas the room was entirely bare. She didn't have much time.
She closed her eyes and slowly brought her now attached arms up towards her chest. Her bandages hang loosely upon her delicate skin. Her bones from her previous injury were healed and good as new. 'Killed or be killed.' She thought to herself. She let go of the chain and brought her hand to her arm with her thumb and thumb ring sticking out. In one motion she made a cut along the side of her arm, blood gushing out from her thumb ring which had a blade embedded inside of it. Instantly the blood coagulated and turned into a long blade. Crow Claw. "I hope that bitch died painfully." Harper's eyes widened, she thought that the little girl would be coming through that door but sadly it was the kid guard. He looked over at her with shock and fear. "Wha!" Before he could pull his gun out Harper swiftly ran up to him and with a powerful swipe, sliced his neck open. "Sliceee." She hissed.
Blood sprayed onto Harper's face like a sprinkler but she didn't really care. The boy grabbed his throat in an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was useless. "Ah! Guh! Ah..." He gasped and choked, drowning in his open blood. The dark crimson staining his hands. He got down on his knees, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and in that moment... he was dead. Harper took a couple of deep breaths, the boy's blood hot against her face. A small giggle passed her lips as the blade turned back into regular blood, splashing against her already dirty clothes.
Ba-thump.
And just like that her world turned dark again and she knew no more. After about an hour a girl no older than sixteen walked into this bloody scene. She had beautiful long, blonde wavy hair but her entire face was covered by a black crow mask. She was wearing a white button down blouse and long black pants, long black heel boots and a black trench coat. The final touch was a small black hat on top of her head. She looked like a plague doctor to some. Fortunately for her this was her 'hero' costume that she liked wearing around in the prison. She looked around the room with mild concern but otherwise she wasn't surprised at the least. "What a mess." She mumbled, scratching her head. She looked down at the dead guard, a small smile on her face as she looked at the throat wound.
"Heh. Serves you right, prick." She wanted to spit at that guard but her dull grey eyes followed another body. Sadness engulfed her. "Another poor soul was lost today." She crouched down to Harper's body and lifted her hand that shimmered in a white light. "May your soul rest in peace." But before any else happened Harper's hand snatched out and grasped the girl's ankle. "Ahhh!"
"I'm... not..." Harper wheezed before she passed out again. Her grip on the girl's ankle slackened. The places her hand over chest where her heart was, the shimmering white light all but disappeared in that instant. "Well damn."
"Are you guys playing possum? I want to play!" She turned her head around and found a ten year old girl with pure white hair and blood red eyes in a pure white dress giving her a wide smile. The woman sighed. "What are you doing here Shiro?" Shiro began to skip over excitedly but the woman doctor stopped her and grabbed her into her arms into a hug. "Reaper?"
"You really shouldn't be down here in this kind of place, Shiro. Where is your father?" She asked. Shiro's body stiffened at the mention of her father but she only giggled. "I'm playing hide and seek with him. But I'd rather play your possum game!" She exclaimed, trying to look around the Reaper to see Harper's unconscious body. Reaper held her tighter. Shiro squirmed, trying to get out of Reaper's grip. "Come on, let go! I want to play too!" She whined. "It's not a game Shiro, that girl is very sick." Reaper explained, pushing Shiro back slightly so she could see her face better. Shiro tilted her head in confusion. "Really? Are you trying to make her feel better? I can help!" Shiro's eyes sparkled with determination. Reaper couldn't help but giggle at this girl's enthusiasm. "You'll help me?"
Shiro pushed herself away from Reaper and stood tall, placed a hand over her heart and smiled.
"I will be her Aceman!"