MHA Fanfiction - First Person New Character

Chapter 1

I sit with my back pressed against the cold wall of my room. 

My room. 

It's a square mostly empty space, two by five meters, blank walls made from the same grey concrete as the floor, dim lighting coming for a single bulb on the ceiling, protected by a thick pane of glass. My bed stands in the middle, a simple mattress on the floor. I broke the bed a while ago. On my right is a door that leads to a long corridor, it's made of thick metal with only one handle on the outside, even from here I can sometimes hear people walking past it. On the opposite wall is another door, leading to a bathroom, toilet, a sink, and a shower mounted in the wall, no windows. 

I pick up the book I left on the floor next to my bed. Cell biology - Tome 3. The rest of my books are piled up in a corner of the room, fantasy stories, chemistry, biology, physics, philosophy. I've always been able to ask for new books, it's the only privilege that I haven't lost. I chuckle. In the first months here I lost the right to furniture, toiletries, writing supplies, my alarm clock... 

I've been here for almost two years now. I can tell by the number of books, two each month, I'm at 46 right now, I got the last ones a week ago, maybe. The meals allow me to have an idea of the time of day but it's hard to keep track when every day looks like the last one. It's almost time for the next one judging from the way my stomach grumbles.  

I don't want to read anymore, I won't be able to concentrate anyways. I lay back against the wall, eyes closed as I focus once more on the door on my right. It's been a few days since they haven't brought me for an interrogation. The last one comes back to mind and I shiver. The boy must have been 19 which makes him quite older than me. But still young. I wonder if he is still alive. Probably not. 

Loud noises erupt from beyond the door, echoing in the corridor. Probably an attack by another gang. It has happened a few times in the past. It always calms down in a few hours. Guess I will eat a bit later today.

A few hours pass by. Screams still echo behind the door. A few people went running past the door, screaming orders, warnings... 

Another hour or two and the base is back to its silent self. The light went off during the attack. I'll have to wait until someone comes and notices it. But now I can't even read to pass the time.

I wake up at the sound of someone opening the door. Still no light. And no sound. I would usually hear the tray being put down next to the door. But right now I only hear the breath of the person standing in the doorway. A new recruit maybe but I'm not in the mood to mess with him. "I'm still here if that's what you're wondering. Now..." The person doesn't let me finish. "I got someone here, still no light. Are you near?" I hear the man take a step back, probably getting ready to fight. I can't help but let out a laugh. "You're new here aren't you? Of course, there's someone here! I'm always here! Always!" 

I'm always here. At all times of the day. At all times of the night. I don't even remember what the sky looks like anymore. I want to get out of here. Go somewhere. Anywhere else. 

The guy is still waiting at the door. Were in the aftermath of an attack. I don't hear anyone else coming yet. I'll take my chances. "Go to hell" I swear between my teeth before lunging toward him.

Something shoots past my face, leaving a cut on my cheek. No night vision, I had guessed so. I reach forward and up. His arms may be covered but there is a chance his face isn't. I group my fingers in a fist. If I have to touch him I may as well make some damage. I hit what feels like a jaw, a light beard, skin. I got him. He crushes to the floor as I send a wave of pain through his body. There is no time for subtlety. I don't know his quirk. I won't take the risk of trying to block his movements. Pain is what I do best. It always works. Everyone feels pain. I stumble above his body, hitting the door pin, drawing blood. I don't care. "I'm sorry but I'm getting out of this hell hole," I whisper before walking out. The light still hasn't come back. I listen for a second to the sounds around me. The man is still on the ground behind me. People come running from the right. I run left, a hand on the wall, in the search for a turn. A few steps later the light is back on. I'm in a long corridor, no escape left or right. Behind me, the steps slow down a bit before speeding up again. They saw me. "Don't move! We got the others, surrender!" The walls rumble as the ground comes up to block my way. I throw my fists at the wall without any result. Blood splatters across the wall and the floor as I shake my hand in an attempt to get rid of the numbness. I turn around. With a bit of luck, they may be weakened. I have no other choice. I start running. "I said don't move!" A man stands in front of the group that stopped at my room's door, he's ready to face me. "Stop! She's not one of them! Stop!"

The first man is here, leaning against the door in order to stand. I hadn't even realized I released my quirk when getting ready for the fight. He is still struggling to stand. His muscles are probably sore from the pain. He raises a hand towards me. "We're not enemies. We're here to help." The attitude quickly changes in the group. They lose their fighting stances, still on alert but careful to seem less threatening as they take in my appearance. Now that I think about it I probably look a mess. I don't know. I don't care. A woman comes forward. "We're here to help sweetheart. We're heroes."  

I look at the group. Bright disguises dirtied by the dust and dirt from fighting. I look down at my bloody hands, my white shirt being stained by blood from hitting the door, my bare feet. "Looks like you're a little late you fuckers." I sigh as I feel my world fading to black.