Chained....(My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

•Prologue•

All Men Are Not Created Equal.

This was the sad reality of this merciless world which some of us had to accept early on in life in order to survive among the chaos, in hopes to one day see the beauty that this world held. This world wasn't built for all of us, but meant to drain out the lives of the cursed in order to improve those of the blessed.

The quirkless were weak and worth no more than a disgusted glance while you passed them on the streets but those cursed with a quirk beyond understanding were monsters. The cursed were chained and held in cold metal cells to be tortured in order to become the perfect puppets for the society that despised them so much.

I'm a Villain.
Not Because I took the lives of innocent people.
Because I was born a monster.
I'm a Villain.

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I helplessly watched as the nightmare that had been haunting me for weeks unraveled in front of me, stuck in my brother's tight grip as tears of fear and horror streamed down my cheeks. I tried to scream for them to leave us alone but all that came out was a strangled cry, barely audible over the chaos that now filled our home. Right before my eyes, my father was getting brutally beaten and I could tell that he had lost use of his quirk as glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness. I instinctively turned to my brother, hoping that he would somehow be able to help Father but when my glassy eyes met with his blood colored ones, all I could see was horror, disgust and grief and I quickly understood that there was nothing that could be done.

"Stop...STOP IT !" I cried out as a golden light wrapped itself around my body. "LEAVE MY DADDY ALONE ! HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG !"

Time seemed to freeze and all eyes turned to my brother, some filled with shock and some with disgust as my father used this bought time to crawl towards us, his body clearly on the edge of shattering. He weakly lifted up his arm and rested his palm on my cheek, a strange look of calm and happiness rested on his face despite his pitiful state. His silver eyes no longer held their usual shine, but rather carried a dull and sorrowful shadow over them, as if he had given up on fighting once and for all. The so-called 'heroes' just stood still, watching my Father's final moments with no visible sign of regret or guilt.

"Yuki...Juuzou...My beautiful children." Father whispered before pulling us both into his arms, embracing us as tightly as he could. "I took everything from you two...please forgive me."

He took a slight pause and I could see that he was struggling to breathe, the pain that filled his eyes with every breath, I could see the little life he had left slowly leave his eyes but most importantly, I could see the tears rolling down his cheeks as he kissed both of our foreheads. As I looked up and past his dying body, I noticed a tall man with crimson hair staring my father with a hatred deep enough to pierce my own soul. From the way he stood, I could tell that he was eager to kill my father so I quickly buried my face in his chest as his heart rate gradually slowed. My father then wrapped his hand around my wrist, giving me his last gift as strange runes slowly carved themselves into my skin, sending a crushing pain through my body.

"I love you both...so very much." My father continued, his voice becoming quieter with every word. "Remember that...when I'm gone...my light will guide your road...you're not...alone."

With those words, he let go and  a scarf-like material wrapped around my brother and I, ripping us away from our father, from the man who had provided us warmth and happiness for all these years. Deep down, I knew that it was the end of it all, of all of our lives but I still had hope that these heroes would do what they had always done and spare his life, may it be in prison.

"This is the end...Acnologia." A deep voice spoke up, the eagerness laced within it shaking me to my very core.

"Taking her revenge ?" My father spoke up. "Such a shame...Enji."

Within seconds, a sudden burst of flames pierced my father's heart and his limp body fell to the ground, his blue hair framing his peaceful and smiling face that I knew would haunt me until my own turn came to die. For a moment, my brother and I just froze at the sight before us as he held me tighter in his arms, almost like he was trying to get out of a bad dream while I tried to wake up out of this nightmare that had been playing on loop for weeks. When the realization finally hit us both, I let out a loud scream and released all of my pain, anger and grief as my brother just sat there, silently staring at the ground. He gently placed his hand on the back of my head before flipping me around and burying my face in his chest but despite his best efforts, I managed to get a glimpse of his face.

His blood colored eyes were wide open and his white hair flew around his face as snowflakes gently came to place themselves on the dead body in front of us, sowly tainting red. It almost seemed as though the Earth itself was wishing farewell to our father, mourning his death right alongside us. As I cried my heart out into my brother's chest, I felt him trembling and I realized that from now on...we were on our own in this cruel world.

Without so much as a warning, we were brutally pulled away from each other and cold metal shackles found themselves locked around both of my wrists and neck, blocking my breath. I panicked and just as I tried to break out of them, what seemed to be a steel muzzle covered my mouth, rendering me unable to form any words and locking me in its insecapable embrace.

"I'm the President of the Hero Public Safety Commission." A formally dressed woman greeted. "I am here to inform you that from now on, we will be taking you under our protection in order to be trained as Proper Heroes since your quirks are far too dangerous for us to let you run free." 

Ignoring her words, I walked over to my father's body and knelt next to him before letting my head fall onto his chest, desperately looking for the heartbeat I had found comfort in during my sleepless nights, during the nights where the shadows would finally get me. Daddy...come back.

This world was cruel and people would do anything for power...even torture and abuse children to make them into the puppets they needed to get to the top. This was the harsh truth I've had to face at the age of 5 and again at the age of 14 with my older brother's passing.

So you see...I'm the Villain in this story.