Broken, but saved

Chapter 2

"...... up. WAKE UP!"

I was startled open by the voice, but immediately closed my eyes again. I was still in my clothes, but I was now strapped to a table sitting in the middle of a small room. This frightened me, as I could just see all of the surgical and medical equipment on the shelves lining the walls out of the corners of my eyes. I strained against the bindings. 

"WHERE AM I?!? WHERE'S MOMMY AND DADDY?!?" I screamed out loud, hoping there was someone, ANYONE, who could hear me and come to save me. The voice merely snickered.

"You are in my personal laboratory. From here on out, I shall conduct various experiments involving you." The voice said. "And don't even try thinking about escaping. Not only can I read your mind, but on the chance you do escape this room, or your cell, I have men stationed all around the building and surrounding area." I went cold from this, my mind becoming blank with terror. "Now then, are you ready to proceed, Doctor?"

"Of course, All for One." a second voice said, and then a man entered the room: a tall, balding man with a large gray mustache and odd goggles. He looked over the tools, then selected a syringe and a medical knife, the kind they use in surgeries. "Let's begin then, hmm?"

I swallowed, my throat dry from fear. He stuck the needle into my arm, and extracted some of my blood. However, he laid the knife down, to take the blood sample outside of the room. I studied the roof, as I couldn't see the door; it was behind my head. After a few minutes, he returned, excited about something. 

"All for One, The girl's DNA seems to suggest she can hold up to FIVE different quirks with no ill effect! Of course, I must study her anatomy, as to see what her own quirk might be doing to her body, as well as see what quirks are suitable for her body." He exclaimed, practically bouncing.

"Really? Well in that case, proceed with dissection, Doctor." All for One said, still speaking through what I assumed was an intercom. The Doctor took his knife, and began cutting into my leg. I screamed, trying to get up and hit him or run away, but I could barely even breathe, such was my restraints. He only laughed, before bandaging up my leg after a minute and moving up to my arm.

"Let's see what's different here, hmm?" He said, and cut again. This time I blacked out, whether from pain or fear, I'm still not sure. 

When I woke up, I was inside another room. I vaguely recalled him saying something about a 'cell', so I assumed that was it. About the size of a garden shed, with a steel cot, a toilet (Thank God they weren't complete animals), and a solid steel door with a little window in it at the top and a small gap on the bottom, which a plate of food was suddenly passed through, along with a glass of water. I scarfed it down within seconds, then realized I shouldn't have done that. After my stomachache subsided, I pushed the plate back through the gap. I could hear other people, but I was too tired. I went to lay down on the cot, and fell asleep.

**WITH BROCCOLI BOI AND POMERANIAN AGAIN, ALSO TIME SKIP TO A WEEK LATER**

"So, you wanted to bring me out here.... why, Kacchan?" Izuku asked his friend, looking around at the inner city basketball court his friend had brought him to.

"Cuz, silly Deku, you gotta get tougher. so why not a place where even the ground's gonna hurt ya?" Bakugo said, still wearing a grin on his face. 

"But, don't people do bad things in places like these? And why did you bring your schoolbag?"

"Psh, you can't believe everything you see in a movie, Deku. Plus, see that building right there?" Bakugo pointed to a brightly colored building just a block away. "That's a hero agency, no one's dumb enough to pull stupid crap this close to one.

"Okay, you've convinced me, but that doesn't explain my second question." Izuku said, pointing at the schoolbag.

"I was getting there. So, my cousin was over my house yesterday and he gave me this cool pellet gun. I also have this cool extendable stick, and I want to give both of them to you." He said, pulling the objects out of the bag. 

"Wha- Why?" Deku said, both honored and confused by his friends actions.

"Well, you're quirkless, right? So if you wanna be a hero, you gotta learn to fight somehow! So why not practice marksmanship with the gun, melee combat with the stick, and hand-to-hand combat with me? All while training your body to be stronger in the process."

Izuku took a few seconds to process his friends words, then wrapped his arms around him in a bearhug. "Whoa, what-"

"Thank you, Kacchan! You're the best friend I could ever ask for!" Izuku said brightly, smiling at his friend. 

"No problem, Deku. But this is no time for soft cuddles. Cuz I'm about to but you into some hard training! Drop and give me ten pushups, Deku!" His friend said, instantly turning into some kind of drill sergeant.

*After a few hours, and one walk home*

"Bye, Kacchan! I'll see you tomorrow!" Izuku called out to his friend on his way into his house, before bumping into his father. "Dad!"

"Hmm? Oh, hey little Izuku. I'm sorry, but Daddy's busy and has to go take care of some things at work." His father said, his white hair partially obscuring his eyes from Izuku's gaze.

"When will you be back?" He asked his dad, hoping to see him again later in the week. He hardly ever saw his father because of business. His father was supposedly one of the top geneticists looking into 'Quirk Evolution' in Japan.

Hisashi distractedly ran a hand through his untamable hair. "Honestly, I don't know, Izuku. But I'll call when I can, alright?" He said to his son.

"You promise, Dad?" His son looked at him with a sad, but understanding expression.

"I promise." Hisashi said, moving past Izuku after giving him a hug and getting into his car. Once he was on the highway, he got on his phone. 

"Doctor, what's going on? You said one esca-"

"Almost did. Subject 119 almost got past the perimeter security." The voice on the other end of the phone said. All for One stared ahead at the road, searching his head to remember which one 119 was. 

"The girl we got just over a week ago?" He asked, just for confirmation.

"Yes, sir."

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, rage seeping from him.

"I'll punish her myself this time."