1 Chapter 001

The stress was overwhelming. Having almost all of your family blooming late with quirks doesn't help the overwhelming and deep sinking feeling. Obake was terrified. His fathers crushing expectations were already weighing on him even during the short car ride. He wasn't sure where he was being taken or why but obake knew it was always a risk.

Most children (even late bloomers such as family) at least received their quirk by the age of five. Obake was 13 with still nothing to show his worth. Some families have children to love and support for something in their life. Others want a strong legacy and hunt for the best quirks as if they're trading cards. If your quirk wouldn't lead to a legacy ready for the history books you were worthless, and the innocent 13-year-olds family wanted a legacy.

An easy disposal method, what every legacy hunter dreamed of. Get rid of those who are too weak to serve a purpose with only one witness that dances to your whim. What doctor would betray a client's contract? Even if it disobeys the Hippocratic oath, money speaks bounds. Obakes eyes were wide with terror and his pupils dilated. He recognized the same office after dozens of trips and the threats that followed each when his father's wishes were not followed by nature itself. The impending doom filled Obake's stomach and head as the minutes passed. Slowly walking into the office with limbs shaking hard enough to seem like an earthquake occurred.

"He's far too old for a quirk to appear! You've forced me to examine the boy half a dozen times and the results won't change!" the doctor, Harold, nearly yelled. He was exasperated and exhausted from the constant examinations on the same boy he was certain didn't have hope for a quirk.  Obakes father, a tall and grizzled man by the name of Kogha, returned the shouting in a harsh snapping tone. "Our family doesn't accept failures and if the murderer proves he can never be more than a failure then there's no point in housing him".

Harold sighed. He would just double the trip's bill and examine the boy one more time. Obake could see the exhaustion spreading over the doctor's face. Come to think of it, he had never asked for the man's name. Harold motioned to Kogha to sit on a nearby bench before soon dragging away obake. He had no incentive to treat the boy well despite obakes avid attempts to pull out of the tight grasp on his arm and the near squawking sound obake produced.

And once again with another x-ray. The extra joint that was visible in those with quirks was still not visible on the x-ray machines printed photo. The picture was blurry and low quality from the constant protests of Obake but he didn't spend any care to that. Obake's deep red eyes despite normally being gentle were now filled with terror and desperation. The results meant a worse hell than he normally put up with yet somehow Dr.Harold's expression was calm and so was his tone.

"His results won't change no matter how many times I re-test." was once again calmly repeated before the x-ray's blurry photograph was held out into the viewing range of Kogha. "I can't find an extra joint although your child squirms far too much, '' Harold complained. Fury was quickly shown on Koghas face and he snapped up from his place on the bench. The 'thank you' the doctor received was turse and quick despite the polite act Kogha normally put up. The transaction of money was followed through with and shortly afterwards, kogha was ready to leave. Obake squeaked when his arm was grabbed and he was dragged out the door by his father.

Obake rarely resisted his father. It always led to a worse consequence then he originally had earned. When a fight or flight reflex kicks in, all good sense is tossed to the side. As obake was harshly tossed into the car with a loud thud from hitting his head on the top of the car door. He dreaded the possible punishments or consequences that could and probably would occur from his failure. The rage his father could holster so silently was terrifying to the young boy. It felt like hours of driving and scenery quickly went from what Obake knew by heart to what he'd never seen before. Familiar houses quickly shifted to unknown woods and landmarks he'd never seen.    

The car came to a screeching halt. The place was weird in smell and the trees towered over him even with the boys abnormally tall and lean build for his age. It took a few moments of sitting in the silence of the car for panic to truly set in. His father getting out of the car with a harsh slam of the door sealed the panic that spread through obakes body moment by moment. Despite obake clinging to the car's inside handle, it was easily pulled open by his father on the other side. Golden blone hair was grabbed onto and yanked. "Please! Dont- dont leave me!.. Ill do anything please dad!" obake begged while failing aimlessly. He was far weaker than his father. The flailing was hopeless.

*crack* the harsh slap obake recieved, a cracking and sudden wave of sound. Obake wouldve continued his flailing if it were for the shock that coursed through him. That was until he heard his fathers calm speaking behind him. "You are useless to me. Far too useless to be called MY child." he snapped and tossed obake against one of the trees sides without second thought. A small pocket knife was drawn from kogha's pocket and he crouched down infront of the utterly terrified boy, screaming and flailing, was soon put to an end with a harsh grip that pinned both hands above his head.

Two long deep and crooked slices. Where was the hesitation? Blood slowly leaking down, mixing with tears as it dripped inch by inch over a face contorted in pain and fear. Silent screams pouring from his mouth before he once again heard speaking. Looking around in a blur everything was black and spotty red. "Prove your worth. Im not taking you home. If this doesnt blind you" the boys father said before reaching foreward and pulling at the skin around the fresh cut. Another loud and pained scream rang out and salt from tears and running blood leaked into his mouth as the moments passed. "Then the infection will" kogha leaned forward to whisper into his childs ear.

Panic. Panic in its truest form is terrifying and bone rattling. Pain and panic added together have an explosive effect. Obake didnt know how much time had passed or how quickly it was passing. The sound of birds chirping followed by the crunching of sticks and a car ignition starting. Shock wanted to freeze his body and the full pain of his newely sliced eyes hadnt entirely hit. the pain slowly increasing in velocity fuled his tired and weak body to stand up from the uneven ground but at the first step, led to tumbling back down on the floor. His sobbing was uncontained and refused to stop as his eyes poured tears and the cuts poured blood.

Crawling hands and knees. Trying to feel a few feet ahead to slowly crawl on the ground. Obakes speed, decreasing with every moment of the growing pain and fading adrenaline. He didnt know this terrain in the slightest. He hadnt been here and with the newely lost sense of sight he had little hope to learn soon enough to stay alive. The previous crying had led to worse dehydration than he normally delt with and the new headache with his throbbing face didnt help his attempt to find safety. One can only crawl for so long and sooner rather than later, obake colapsed on the ground a mere half mile than his origional start.

No shelter. No family. No food. No vision.Chapter end-