A Lion's Pride
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Volume 1.

A frail small brown girl laid on the ground limp as she shook from the cold concrete floor touching her bare skin. Her freckled cheeks and shoulders were hot to the shoulder as her whole body was burning up.

Sitting up she threw up what was her food for that day which wasn't much and gagged at the smell and the taste of the vomit. Her bones were showing and poking out from her skin. Her teeth were disgusting and yellow from the constant vomiting. Her green eyes were swollen and dull to where it looked like a deep black color.

She couldn't live like this. They were forcing her quirk out of her. Making it come early and unstable. Her black hair was overgrown and knotted, her hair was matted with grease.

She could barely stand.

She could barely stand this either. She right on the line of death and they are still forcing her to live on the ground in a mold infested basement to where she knows as home now she doesn't even know where she is!

"Mom..." she croaks. Sobbing, she clawed at her stomach wanting food. "..dad.." she cried and cried and cried. But no one came.

Her eyes darkened even more if possible. "I can't stand it..." she was only age 6. And she has to deal with this? What kind of monster would do such a thing? "SOMEONE HELP ME---AGHHH!" she screamed in pain as the room filled with the dangerous shocks. Her screams were cut short by something bursting out from her throat. Staring at it she coughed and picked it up. A white pill that beeped a flashing red. She came to the cold hard truth of how much of a monster they truly are.

It was a tracker. A tracker for god's sake.

Suddenly there was a scream from upstairs and a thump. Scurring to the corner of the room she hid under the bed and waited. A light filled the room and she peeked out only to see a tall man and police officers behind him.

"They said that a little girl was in here, where ever she is we need to take her to the hospital immediately." the man stared at the bed and tossed it aside showing her skinny form. She gasped and backed away in the corner still shaking from the voltage shocks from just a second before they showed up.

"It's okay, for I am here!" the girl still trembled and covered her ears.

"Please don't hurt me, I don't want to be shocked again...please...I don't want to.." she sobbed.

"Shocked?" the hero questions, picking the girl up gently he quietly gasps at the damage. "How old are you?" he asks seriously, "...six." she hesitated, can she really trust him? What if he hurts her--her thoughts were interrupted by a loud bang and she screamed jumping to the floor and laying in her bed.

"They won't hit me...if I'm in bed, they won't hit me if I'm in bed." she chants quietly. The officers and the hero were shocked and scared about her mental health.

"Megan." the girl doesn't respond and continues to mumble.

"Megan!" she gasps and raises her arms to defend herself as her dull eyes glowed a poisonous green. As her body began to shift until she turned into her Lion form.

"STAY AWAY!!!!!" she screams out a hoarse roar but collapses and throws up on the ground as she shifted back. Her clothes were torn.

"Get her to the Recovery Girl." The police officer next to him stutters but glared and shouts, "get her out now!" They salute and nod.