Chained....(My Hero Academia Fanfiction)

•Encounter With The Unknown•

Despite the fact that Death was breathing down my neck with its claws ready to rip my soul from me within a matter of seconds, the only fear coursing through my body at that moment was the one he had brought with him as my heart started to ache once more, as though it was being torn from the inside by a knife sharp enough to cut through my very being. Today was the day where we were supposed to be training for rescue missions but as life's incomprehensible logic would have it, we were the ones in danger who desperately needed saving, the ones who were scared to death of the people below us. My father might have been one of them before he died yet I couldn't help but be as petrified as the others because I knew all too well that he would have spared our lives, but these people would take whatever they saw fit no matter how much it truly cost.

"The only real heroes I see are Thirteen and Eraserhead." The portal spoke up as it formed into a more human-like figure. "Perplexing...according to the schedule we retrieved from U.A, All Might should be here as well."

"So you scumbags used the press as a cover and snuck onto campus." Mr. Aizawa called out.

"Where is he ?" The blue haired man finally spoke up, his voice sending chills through my entire body. "I went through the trouble of bringing so many friends who were eager to meet him. They want All Might, the great Symbol of Peace...I can't believe he's not here. Maybe if I kill a few kids he'll come out to play."

All of the nights I woke up thrashing against the chains binding me to the wall, the times I tried to tear my own skin open were because of them and because of the nightmare I couldn't escape, the one where I had been lied to only to be sent back to the very hell I had so desperately tried to crawl out of no matter how many scars were were sliced into my flesh in the process. I was just a child at that time, one that thought maybe the heroes would help, but this was the harsh reality of this world, no one had come to rescue me, no one had given a thought to what was going on behind closed doors because you know what...No one ever thought I deserved to live.

"Lies..." I whimpered. "It's all this ever was...wasn't it ? YOU SICK BASTARDS !"

Just as I started clawing at the ruptured flesh protecting my neck, Bakugo grabbed my hand and held it to his heart as he pulled me into his chest in what felt like a desperate attempt to stop me from ripping my skin open, to stop me from drawing blood from my own body.

"It's okay." He whispered. "Just breath, you're safe as long as you're with me, I promise."

As much as I tried to rip myself away from the nightmare filling my head, I couldn't seem to reel my conscience back to reality and all of a sudden, I felt a tug on my wrist and my legs moved on their own, following the only person I could trust as he ran towards the exit, not letting go of my hand even for a split second. Just as we were about to reach the door that would possibly be the key to our safety, the same purple smoke that had formed the gate earlier appeared in front of us, forcing our running to come to a stop as the mere sight of him sent a chill down my spine.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, we are the League of Villains." He greeted with a deep echoing voice. "I know it's impolite but we decided to invite ourselves into this haven of justice to say hello. And besides, isn't this a fitting place for All Might, the Symbol of Peace, to take his last breath ? I believe he was supposed to be here today and yet there's no sign of him. There must have been some change in plans we could not have f-"

Fear was an emotion I should have been used to but when the sharp yellow eyes locked onto my face, the blood in my veins turned cold and the only thing that kept me from sinking into yet an other nightmare was the warm hand gradually getting tighter around my wrist as if he was afraid I would slip away if he loosened his grip even the slightest bit. Warm tears finally rolled down my cheeks only they weren't clear, those tears were made out of the blood I so desperately wanted to see splattered onto the floor below me, yet they were holding the same emotions that my lungs wanted to scream out, all the fear and the anger, the pain and the horror of seeing ghosts of my past standing before me.