literary_goblin
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Kasuma never went by her full name. No one called her that but her mother, and since she hadn't seen her mother in 4 years, no one called her that at all, anymore. It was Kazi, now.
She was short, sure, barely 5 feet, but if anyone ever imagined that made her less than tough as nails, they'd learn how wrong they were in a matter of moments. She'd fought hard for everything she had in her life, with blood, sweat and tears. After her mother had kicked her out for fighting back against her deadbeat, abusive step-father, Kazi hadn't been able to get a job. "Work hard" they said, "and you'll be able to do whatever you want." Bullshit. Kazi had worked her fucking ass off, and no one ever gave her so much as the time of day, to say nothing of a paycheck she could actually live on. She'd been too young to get a 'real' job, and any place that wanted to pay her above-board had ended up getting a visit from child services after her psycho mother claimed she'd been kidnapped. None of those idiots from CPS ever believed her when she said her bitch mom had kicked her out and she didn't want to go back. "Keeping the family together is important!" they said. Bullshit.
So Kazi had run away, again, and this time she didn't even try to get a regular job. Anything 'legitimate' where you could work your way up and end up in an office with a collar and a house in the suburbs was off-limits to her if she wanted to avoid getting another cigarette put out on her skin by her step-dad, so she didn't. When they ask why kids turn to drugs and sex to get by? Yeah. That's why.
So that's how she lived for a long time. She'd been good as a drug dealer - she took no shit from anyone, and everyone always underestimated her, which meant anyone who tried to take her got a surprise shiv in the back. And she developed a reputation as the kind of bitch you really, really didn't want to mess with. And that was before the powers came.
She had no idea what caused them. Just... one night, she went to bed, and the next morning, she could manipulate shadows. The more she played, the more she realized the extent of her abilities - she could hide, she could sneak, she could hurt and kill with naught but a thought. The power of it thrilled her, but she kept it a secret. It was new, it was dangerous, and she wanted to carefully consider how she would use it. And she would use it: to make sure she never went to bed hungry again. To make sure she would never have to sell her body to some old slob to be able to afford her rent. To make sure no one pulled any shit on her and sold her less than the product she was paying for.
Soon, she was never going to have to be afraid again, because they would all need to fear her.
She was short, sure, barely 5 feet, but if anyone ever imagined that made her less than tough as nails, they'd learn how wrong they were in a matter of moments. She'd fought hard for everything she had in her life, with blood, sweat and tears. After her mother had kicked her out for fighting back against her deadbeat, abusive step-father, Kazi hadn't been able to get a job. "Work hard" they said, "and you'll be able to do whatever you want." Bullshit. Kazi had worked her fucking ass off, and no one ever gave her so much as the time of day, to say nothing of a paycheck she could actually live on. She'd been too young to get a 'real' job, and any place that wanted to pay her above-board had ended up getting a visit from child services after her psycho mother claimed she'd been kidnapped. None of those idiots from CPS ever believed her when she said her bitch mom had kicked her out and she didn't want to go back. "Keeping the family together is important!" they said. Bullshit.
So Kazi had run away, again, and this time she didn't even try to get a regular job. Anything 'legitimate' where you could work your way up and end up in an office with a collar and a house in the suburbs was off-limits to her if she wanted to avoid getting another cigarette put out on her skin by her step-dad, so she didn't. When they ask why kids turn to drugs and sex to get by? Yeah. That's why.
So that's how she lived for a long time. She'd been good as a drug dealer - she took no shit from anyone, and everyone always underestimated her, which meant anyone who tried to take her got a surprise shiv in the back. And she developed a reputation as the kind of bitch you really, really didn't want to mess with. And that was before the powers came.
She had no idea what caused them. Just... one night, she went to bed, and the next morning, she could manipulate shadows. The more she played, the more she realized the extent of her abilities - she could hide, she could sneak, she could hurt and kill with naught but a thought. The power of it thrilled her, but she kept it a secret. It was new, it was dangerous, and she wanted to carefully consider how she would use it. And she would use it: to make sure she never went to bed hungry again. To make sure she would never have to sell her body to some old slob to be able to afford her rent. To make sure no one pulled any shit on her and sold her less than the product she was paying for.
Soon, she was never going to have to be afraid again, because they would all need to fear her.