Cora: Age 10

Toya: Age 13

No one had tried to stop them on their way out. Cora flinched a little as she felt the blaring sun rays on her pallid skin. After a few minutes of exposure, she could feel warmth radiating off her exposed arms and legs. She hadn't felt the sun on her skin since her father had been gunned down. She kept quiet and allowed the angry hero and the panicked police officer at his heels to cart her off. It was the first time in three years that she'd been outside of the prison.

"What else is in the storage car?" Endeavor growled down at the blind girl. "Can you tell where it's going?"

Cora focused on the boy once more. Perhaps he wasn't missing at all and had just run away. After spending a few minutes with his father, she could understand why. Even though her father had been a murderer he'd been loving, kind and nurturing as a parent, she had a feeling Endeavor was not that kind of parent. There were some suitcases and unmarked crates with tarps over them. She scanned the cargo and paused as she spotted a couple of crates with shipping labels on them. Upon closer inspection she could make out what the labels said.

"It looks like some of the cargo is heading for Nagasaki." Cora replied quietly as the boy suddenly shivered and looked up as if he could feel her watching. Some people reacted this way when she looked in, she figured it was people with a higher perception.

He looked all around the cargo car searching for the source of his sudden paranoia. After awhile he settled back down but still seemed to be on alert. He took off his jacket and rolled it up to use it as a pillow. Cora noticed some old burn scars on his arms. Did Endeavor do that? She frowned as she thought back to a little bit earlier, Endeavor had never even asked if he was okay when she found him.

She kept her focus on the boy as Endeavor continued to carry her to wherever they were going. She didn't need to see her surroundings anyway. She was more concerned with the boy. At one point she became so focused on him, she stopped being able to hear her surroundings. She could hear the sound of a train speeding across the tracks and the rattle of the cargo.

The boy jumped and looked around again. He rubbed the back of his neck as if some of his hair had been standing on end, "who's there?!" He yelled and jumped to his feet.

Cora wished desperately that she could speak to him. She wanted to know what he was running from.

"I'm not going back!" He swung his fist wildly at nothing.

A soft gasp escaped Cora as his hand became encased in blinding blue flames. He winced slightly and shook his hand as if to shake away the flames. They dispersed, but it appeared to have damaged him a little.

"Hello?" He called into the empty cargo hold.

After a moment he sat back down unconsciously rubbing his new burns. It seemed like he still felt like he was being watched but had come to peace with it.

"I guess it's nice not to feel completely alone." He mumbled softly to himself.

Cora smiled, she wished she could tell the boy he wasn't alone, that she'd be there watching over him. Her smile fell as she felt herself begin to fall. Endeavor had released her form his hold and dropped her onto a hard bench. It hadn't been a very long fall but it still hurt a little and was quite jarring. She focused on herself again so she could see her surroundings. It looked like they were at a train station.

The police officer rubbed the back of his head and looked like he wanted to say something to Endeavor for his rough handling but lost his nerve once Endeavor looked in his direction.

"Stay here." Endeavor growled before heading to the counter to interrogate one of the clerks.

The police officer sighed and dropped onto the bench beside her. "Cora, right?" He looked to her as she picked herself up off the bench.

She nodded.

"Sorry about all this." He ran his hands through his dark hair, "are you alright?"

She nodded again. Endeavor was rough but everyone at the orphanage was much rougher, they found excuses to beat on them. Endeavor seemed like he wouldn't hurt her unless she made him angry...though she had a feeling that wasn't hard to do. It was best to try not to provoke him.

The police officer looked down at the girls' bare feet and sighed, "you're not even wearing shoes. I shouldn't have let him do that...I'm supposed to be in charge of this case...I should have stood my ground..." He grumbled beating himself up over it.

Cora shook her head, "no offense Mr. Policeman but I don't think it would have done you any good, you don't really stand a chance against him in a fight."

The kind police officer dropped his head into his hands with a groan, "you're right."

Endeavor returned a few minutes later. Cora could see the clerk he'd been interrogating place a sign on her desk and take off running to the bathroom in tears. His gruff voice nearly made her jump.

"Only one train left for Nagasaki today, it left about 4 hours ago. Its about an 8-hour trip by train." He began.

"Alright. I'll call the station in Nagasaki and arrange a team to be at the station to search for him and we can get Cora back to the-."

"The girl is coming with me." Endeavor cut him off rudely and tucked the battered girl under his arm again.

"Ah...Endeavor...I know this is concerning your son, but I'm heading this investiga-..." The police officer's words fell away as Endeavor turned to him. Cora couldn't see his expression but had a feeling it was pretty menacing.

"You're welcome to join us." Endeavor grumbled to the officer before exiting the train station.

Cora kept quiet and focused on the boy again. He'd dozed off in the train car. She zoomed in on his sleeping face and admired his handsome features with a smile. He finally looked relaxed. After a few minutes she felt herself being dropped into the backseat of a car. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she thought of the last time she'd been shoved in the back of a car. An image of her father's bullet filled corpse flashed in her mind's eye.

She blindly reached her hand forward unable to focus her vision on any specific point as the ghastly image of her father's corpse made her quirk go berserk. Her fingers bumped into plexiglass. For a moment she panicked thinking she was in the back of a cop car, she could hear the volley of gunfire going off in the back of her mind and hear the bullets rending through flesh.

"That kid better not get sick in my cab." A gruff voice sounded from the front seat.

"She won't." Endeavor growled gruffly and collared her causing her to flinch.

The door on the opposite side of her opened and the kind police officer slid into the seat beside her, "I'm coming to!" he announced loudly, his voice cracked a little.

Endeavor shrugged, "I said you were welcome to."

The police officer frowned and removed his hand from the girl's neck, "and Cora is under my supervision..." he'd started out strong but his voice started to grow quiet and fell away to nothing. The look Endeavor threw in his direction made him lose his will to fight.

"Where to?" The cab driver cut through the tension in the backseat.

"There's an airstrip about three miles west, know it?" Endeavor asked gruffly.

"Yes sir." The cab driver had already started the meter when the strange group had gotten into his car.

Cora hated cars; they always made her a little sick but it seemed they always took her to terrible places. Her hands were trembling, she tucked them under her legs to avoid drawing attention to herself and tried to control her breathing to focus her quirk. Her vision was all over the place scouring the world making her feel even more motion sick. It felt like she was on a series of ziplines that stretched all across the world flying here and there so fast she feared if there had been anything in her stomach it would be all over the backseat of the cab.

It didn't take long for the cab driver to get to the private airstrip. Endeavor paid as the kind policeman helped a still shaking Cora out of the car. Her bare feet burned as she set them on hot asphalt. She winced.

The policeman panicked and gingerly swept her off her feet. "Sorry. I forgot you weren't wearing shoes." He apologized.

"Let's go." Endeavor growled and headed toward the airstrip where a jet was lying in wait. "It's a 2-hour flight to Nagasaki."

The kind police officer sighed and carried the girl after the irritable hero. During the 2-hour flight, Cora pretended to fall asleep burying her face in her white streaked teal hair. Instead, she focused on the lost boy. She watched over him as he slept finding him calming.

He awoke sometime during the flight and glanced around the cargo hold. "Hello?"

Cora wished she could tell him she was there but that wasn't how her quirk worked. She watched as he calmed after a moment no longer concerned by her watchful presence. He relaxed again and settled back in to finish his rest.

A large gruff hand shook her roughly by the shoulder. "Where is he now?" Endeavor growled.

"Ah! You didn't have to wake her up!" The young policeman groaned.

"She was faking." Endeavor sighed.

"He's still on the train." Cora replied in a dull voice.

"What is he doing?" He asked.

"Sleeping." She pressed her aching head against the cool window beside her.

Endeavor returned to his seat. He still hadn't asked her the most important question a caring parent should ask, 'was he alright?'. This thought made her frown. If he wasn't worried about his son's wellbeing, why was he searching for him so desperately. Her stomach churned unpleasantly, was it just to save face? It would look bad if the public learned one of his children ran away from home, that could lead to questions. Growing curious she thought about the Endeavor Hero Agency. In a matter of seconds her vision shifted to a large building that seemed to be nothing but glass windows.

She zeroed in on Endeavor's office, finding it quickly. There was a single photograph sitting atop his desk. Luckily it was angled slightly so she could make it out. It was a photo of a pretty lady with white hair and steel grey eyes holding a toddler with heterochromatic eyes and two-toned hair. Next to her was a little girl with white hair and glasses, a smaller boy with white hair, and a younger version of the red headed boy she'd been watching over on the train. They were standing in front of a large traditional Japanese manor. She focused on the house.

At present it seemed abandoned. It took her awhile to find any occupants. The children were quiet. The boy with the heterochromatic orbs and the two-toned hair had bandages covering the left side of his face. He was crying alone in a bedroom. The other two white haired children were alone in their rooms. There was a solemn air about the house. The woman from the photo wasn't there. She concentrated on the woman from the photo and found herself in a hospital room. There were some faint healing bruises on her face and she lay sobbing in a hospital bed. Cora frowned. It seemed like the whole family was broken.

She thought of the gruff hero who'd been manhandling her all day. His hands were rough, she sensed no gentleness in them and knew he was capable of all the injuries she'd witnessed. Cora closed her eyes for the first time that day, giving her quirk a break.

She must have dozed off at some point as she was awoken abruptly by someone grabbing her roughly by the arm and wrenching her to her feet. It seemed Endeavor had been trying to rouse her for some time now and had finally lost his patience.

"Where is Toya?" He growled at her angrily.

Was that his name? Cora focused on the boy. She found herself looking down at the train car. He was awake now. He glanced up as if he were looking right at her, feeling as if he were being watched again. A shiver rolled down his spine as he was still unable to locate the source of the eerie feeling that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"Still on the train." Cora tried to pull away from him and get her arm free.

His grip tightened.

Cora felt a spark of anger as she thought of the hero's broken family. She'd intended to keep her head down and try to stay out of trouble, but she couldn't take it anymore. Her father might have been a murderer but he treasured her above all else and truly cared for her. "You still haven't asked me the most important question." She said so softly she wasn't sure he had heard her until she felt his grip tighten on her arm.

"What's that, brat?" He glowered down at the blind girl.

"...is he okay?" Cora whispered.

Endeavor clenched his fists in anger not realizing how tightly he was already gripping the girl's arm until she let out a cry of pain. He swore under his breath and released her from his hold. The blood vessels in her arm had ruptured. Her entire arm turned a nasty purplish red color looking as if someone had dabbed paint all over it with a sponge leaving a few miniscule patches of pallid skin in the discoloration.

Cora let out a soft hiss of pain and slipped to her knees cradling her sore arm against her. She heard the police officer stir awake at the sound of her cry.

"Huh, what happened?" He panicked as he saw the scrawny child on the ground holding her arm.

"She was getting out of line." Endeavor growled.

"What?!" The police officer snapped. "She's just a child."

"The child of a serial killer." Endeavor pointed.

"I'd rather be the child of a serial killer than your child...at least my father never laid hands on me." Cora hissed.

"What the hell are you insinuating?!" Endeavor snarled and made a move to grab her.

"Oh hell." The police officer groaned and pulled the child into his arms for her safety, "enough, both of you."

Video- "Reckless" By Lacuna Coil