You Inherited a Fight That You Were Born to Lose by Alphawulf
Pre-Series, Angst. Ongoing. Rated: M. Word Count: 5817
Trigger Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Torture, Child Abuse, Vomiting, Neglect, Waterboarding, Hunger, Blood
“Everything is still, silent, for a tense few moments. He's holding his breath.
The pencil twitches - or, he thinks it does - and in his excitement he quickly scrambles to his feet.
His nose smacks the edge of the table as he does so, and everything on the table skitters across the top, before coming to a wobbly stop. A noise not unlike a yelp leaves him, a hand reaching up to feel the place along his nose that the stabbing pain is coming from. It stings like nobody's business when he touches it, and his fingers come away wet, red.
He looks to the table, a frown tugging at the corner of his lip, as he stares at the pencil, wondering if he imagined the pencil moving before, or if he actually moved it.
He feels the blood gather, then run down the side of his nose.
"Son...do you want to be like me? To do the things that I can do?"
A gasp. "Yeah! You're really cool! I wanna be just like you!”
Shou's powers haven't shown themselves yet, but Pops seems to know a way to make them come out - if Shou has them at all.”
