I teleported to my safe house and ran to my make-shift bed which consisted of old newspapers and plastic bags. That night I cried myself to sleep. In the morning, I woke up to a pounding headache and sore eyes. Teleporting back home to get some medicine, I noticed that cops were already there, so I quickly and quietly took what I needed and tiptoed into Melody's room to grab a stuffed animal. Just as a deputy turned into the nursery, I teleported back. I was surprised as to how fast the police got there, which I didn't know how they knew since I never tipped them.
Once I got back, I had come to the realization that I was a five year old in the big world with no parents. Parents. I have no parents. I would have a normal life if mother wasn't an alcoholic. If father didn't have anger issues or was violent. If Melody was still alive.
Everyone would still be alive if you would have used your quirks.
"Shut up!" I yelled at myself, realizing that the voice in my head had gotten louder now that I'm alone. I began to wonder as to what I was going to do now, money wise.
Just use your quirk to make money.
"That's a good idea." I whispered to myself.
Looking around, I wondered where I actually was. Was I still in America? Was I in the United Kingdom? Was I in Russia? I didn't know. Deciding to walk out of the building that I called my safe house and onto the street, I wandered around outside, only to look back and notice that the safe house was actually an abandoned warehouse.
Continuing down the street, finally making it to an area where many people were, I noticed they were speaking in a language I did not know. Using my quirk to translate what was being said as well as anything I could read, I stumbled upon a shop with its doors open and a TV on with the weather forecast. It was true, I was no longer in America, but Japan. Freaking out, I ran back to the safe house, staying there for a while as I tried to calm down. Deciding to pack all that I can in my bag that was already half full, I generated yen and shoved it in my pockets before creating a man and a woman that work on my command. Taking to the streets yet again, I wandered around the city for quite some time, trying to find an apartment that seemed cheap. After what felt like ages, I finally found an apartment that fit the requirements.
Making the man knock on the landlord's door, it quickly swung open and there stood an unkempt middle aged man. "How long will you be staying?" Asked the landlord in a manner that made it seem like I was interrupting something.
I command the man to say, "We aren't sure yet. How much is it to rent an apartment?"
The landlord sighed before replying angrily, "Listen, I'll just send you a bill each month and if you pay it on time, I'll have no reason to bother you's. Alright?" He turned to his left, took something off a hook on the wall and threw it to the man. Since I wasn't thinking of him catching the key, it hit his chest and fell to the ground. As I picked up the key, the landlord said, "You's will be staying in apartment number 207. It's on the next level up, near the end." Without bidding goodbye, he slammed the door shut.
Walking up the stairs to the door of apartment 207, I looked around. The neighborhood wasn't all that pleasing, but I figured that it was better than nothing. Once we found it, I handed the key to the man and instructed him to unlock the door.
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Heroes Need Saving Too (BNHAxReader)
FanfictionA teenage girl who has a troubled past has to become the number one hero in order to prove that she is not what her past makes her seem to be. So, what if I were to tell you that a hero has to save other people, but there is no one to save that hero...
