Cora: Age 10

Toya: Age 13

Cora was uprooted from her blissful childhood the day the police gunned down her father at the park. It was only later from the awful things the police and media said about him that she learned he'd murdered twenty people. As the daughter of a criminal with no family to speak of she was placed in a special government operated orphanage...at least that's what it was called. It was more like a prison. There were bars on every window, they were locked in their rooms at night the entire grounds were surrounded with tall barbed wire topped fences. There were armed guards at every exit and a few that patrolled the facility at regular intervals.

Apparently, the government thought it would deter the at-risk children more by giving them a taste of the life they expected of them. Over the years she'd learned to keep her head down and keep to herself to stay out of trouble with the guards and warden. He wasn't really a warden, but that was how everyone referred to him because the orphanage felt more like prison.

She spent most of her days seeing the world, visiting all the places she heard about in daily lessons. Rather than be allowed to attend schools with the general public they were divided into groups and schooled on the premises. No one ever left. When kids turned eighteen, they supposedly graduated and were reintroduced to society. Cora had checked in on one of the boys who'd graduated since she'd been here, one of the policemen escorting him goaded him into a fight and he was taken to jail for assaulting a police officer.

The world had given up on them all. No one cared about the children of criminals. Everyone said good riddance. It was better for society if they all just disappeared. Cora laid on her horribly uncomfortable cot. It was tattered and worn and she feared one day she'd wake up on the floor after falling through it. There were thick buttons in the fabric that dug into her back. They were given a single thin blanket and a mostly flat pillow. All of her belongings had been seized by the government, they wouldn't even let her keep Mr. Bear. She'd looked in on him for a while, until he and all her other possessions were incinerated.

She stared blankly up at the ceiling though her eyes saw beautiful overgrown ruins. She was deep in a rainforest. She spotted a jaguar and focused on it so she could get a closer look. As she watched the Jaguar, she heard heavy footfalls in the hall. Her bedroom door...more like cell door...swung open after someone unlocked it.

"On your feet!" A gruff voice snapped at her.

Cora focused on her surroundings, the jungle and jaguar faded from view and she looked down at her room. She could see herself lying on her tattered cot her expression blank. The plain white dress she'd been issued only fell to her knees revealing her bruised up legs. Her skin was pale and littered with bruises and other scabbed over scrapes and cuts. There was a guard just inside the door with a baton in hand ready to hit her if she disobeyed him. Slowly, she sat up from the cot and swung her thin legs over the edge. A chill ran down her spine as her bare feet touched the cold stone floor.

The guard was watching her carefully. People didn't understand her, her eyes freaked them out. "Come with me." His voice came out in a growl.

Cora followed him in silence. Since the day her father had been gunned down, two small strips of her hair framing her face had turned a ghastly white. The few doctors that worked at the orphanage said it was probably due to a great trauma. She knew it was from seeing her father's corpse, he'd tried to protect her from that too, but she had to look back, she had to see him one last time.

"Hurry up!" The guard snapped and smacked his baton against the wall with a loud crack in hopes to frighten the girl and get her to move quicker.

Cora didn't flinch, she had an aerial view of the entire corridor she'd seen what he was going to do before he did it. The guard stared at the unnerving girl warily. She freaked most of them out, she was blind but it seemed like she always knew what was happening around her, nothing surprised her. She had no trouble getting around, she was a little slower on stairs but still managed just fine.

They reached the warden's office. Cora looked ahead to see what awaited her as they paused at the door. The warden was making coffee for a large hulking man with fire on his face. She recognized him, he was a hero, Endeavor. There was a police officer sitting nervously in the chair next to him. What could they possibly want with her?

"I told you to hurry up." Her vision shifted back to herself in time to see the guard swing his baton at her. She couldn't quite figure out the depth of his swing and took a step back to avoid getting hit. This infuriated the guard and he lashed out at her again, harder.

The baton hit her across the face just over her left brow. She felt the skin split and looked up at the ceiling so she could see her face. Sure enough, her skin had broken open from the force of the blow and a steady stream of blood trailed down the side of her face. Knowing better than to react, she kept her head down.

"Stupid brat." The guard growled worried he'd be reprimanded for sending her in damaged. He ushered her through the door.

Cora stepped into the office keeping her head down.

The warden and his two guests turned to the scrawny child. The police officer frowned as he noticed her revealed arms and legs were littered with bruises and scabbed over cuts and scrapes. His frown deepened as he noticed blood clinging to the side of her face, a thin rivulet of it dripping down to her chin. If the hero noticed, he didn't show concern like the police officer did. He scowled as he took notice of something else, her eyes.

"She's bleeding." The police officer scowled at the guard who had escorted her.

"She's blind, and clumsy, she runs into a lot of things." The guard replied coolly before taking his leave.

Endeavor scowled at the warden, "how exactly do you expect a blind girl to help?" His voice came out in a growl that made Cora nervous.

"Can we table that for a moment, she's really bleeding." The police officer got to his feet and approached her. From what she could see from above he had a very kind face.

"It's fine, really. Happens all the time." The warden waved away his concern.

"And no one thought to maybe change her environment or offer her some kind of aid so it doesn't happen?" The police officer asked with a frown.

"We haven't any room in the budget and no one cares about these brats anyway. They're the dregs of society." The warden scoffed.

"Which begs the question, why the hell did you call us here and think she could help us." Endeavor had lost all patience, "I haven't the time for any publicity stunts to get you more funding, old man." His voice sounded menacing and the flames on his face seemed to flare.

Cora took an uneasy step back. She didn't like this situation.

The warden sighed, "Cora, what is the weather like in Hawaii right now?"

Cora focused on Hawaii not quite sure what they wanted from her, "it's raining." She returned her focus to the room to see the Warden typing something into his phone and holding it out to the two men. She couldn't see the phone from her vantage point but assumed he was confirming her guess.

Endeavor lost his patience and launched to his feet, "you brought me here to see some weather psychic?!" He snarled.

"N-no!" The warden nearly pissed himself, "h-here, allow me one more demonstration." He shakily walked over to his desk and plucked a picture frame from atop it before extending it toward the scrawny girl.

Cora reached for it and flipped it upward so it was toward the ceiling so she could see. It was a picture of a woman, presumably the warden's wife.

"What is that woman doing, right now?" He asked her.

She focused on the woman in the picture. Her vision shifted to a fancy kitchen; the woman was busy baking a pie. "Baking a pie." A moment later a man stepped into the kitchen from the patio door. He looked like a gardener and was dripping with sweat. Cora focused on herself as the gardener and the warden's wife began kissing.

"Huh, she knows I can't have pie because of my diabetes." The warden muttered.

"It's probably for the gardener she's kissing." Cora retorted her face an expressionless mask.

"What?!" The warden snarled before taking a swing at the blind girl.

The police officer pulled the girl out of harm's way, "you forget yourself, sir." He hissed at the warden.

"If you'll excuse me. I have a matter to attend to, feel free to use the girl." The warden grumbled, red faced and took his leave.

The police officer shook his head as he watched the warden leave before looking down at the scrawny girl. He let out a sigh and reached into his coat pocket for a package of tissues. "Let me have a look at that wound." He said softly.

Endeavor was watching the girl contemplating what he'd just witnessed. He didn't quite have a full grasp of what her quirk was or what she'd done but she might be able to help after all.

Cora slowly lifted her head and stood still as a statue as the police officer mopped up her face and tried to gauge how bad the wound was. He frowned to himself, it didn't look like something obtained from sheer clumsiness.

"Your quirk, how does it work?" Endeavor asked the girl in his gruff terrifying voice.

She flinched slightly at his harsh voice, "I see everything and nothing."

"I'm not in the mood for riddles, girl." Endeavor growled.

The police officer sighed, "I think she means that she is physically blind, but her quirk allows her to see everything. Right?" He looked down at the battered girl.

Cora nodded.

"So, what, you touch a photograph and you can see that person?" Endeavor frowned.

"I just need to focus on someone or something and I can see them and their surroundings." Cora replied in a soft voice.

"My eldest son is missing." Endeavor extended a photograph toward the blind girl.

She accepted it and turned it upward. It was a picture of a boy, perhaps a few years older than herself. He had unruly dark red hair and bright teal eyes. Cora zeroed in on the photograph, it looked like a normal enough middle school photo but as she looked closer, she could see the pain in his eyes. She focused on the boy in the photograph. Her vision shifted she was in a train car looking down at a storage car. The boy from the photograph was wearing his middle school uniform, it was a little rumpled and looked as if he'd slept in it. He'd been missing for at least a couple of days by now. He was crouching amongst the cargo.

"He's on a train." Cora said softly.

"Is someone with him? Did someone take him?" Endeavor asked.

Cora saw no sign of anyone else with the boy. "He appears to be alone, he's in a storage car."

"Where?" Endeavor demanded.

Cora shook her head, "the train's moving too fast, I can't see."

The police officer finished getting the blood off her face and looked around for a first aid kit. He found one and sighed it was nearly empty, he managed to find one alcohol pad and a bandage that would suffice and proceeded to doctor the cut over her brow. Endeavor thought for a long moment as the police officer finished tending to the girl's wound.

"It's settled then." Endeavor growled suddenly.

"What is?" The police officer asked warily. He looked young and like he didn't want to be stuck with Endeavor any longer than he had to be. It must be difficult to be a police officer working a missing person's case when the missing person is a child of a well-known hero.

"The girl is coming with us." Endeavor growled.

"Wh-what? Wait a minute we can't just take her with us, she's a ward of th-. His words fell away as Endeavor picked up the scrawny child and tucked her under one arm.

Cora felt a little nauseous at the sudden motion as she found herself now dangling like a ragdoll at his hip. She knew struggling was futile and more than likely would get her hit so she held still and tried her best not to make a peep. There was no use fighting it.

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