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WARNING___ A lot of cussing in this chapter___
It felt so dark and lonely. You wake up with your head pounding. You're tied in a chair, chains made of platinum and other chemical compounds to prevent from breaking. Even with your blood flow, burning the chains wouldn't work. This was high-tech, not to mention high quality. The real deal, you remember in the textbooks it said only three platnamical-atomic mines were in this world. The mines are used for prisoners, as a way of serving their punishments. It's hard to mine metal, though you have been to one of the mines. Located in Benvalica, saw the prisoners and how hard they worked.
Whoever got you kidnapped sure has enough money to buy platnamical-atomic metal for chains. You analyze your surroundings and find a shadow, holding something in its hands. The silence is no longer there. A man's voice speaks and it sounds rather restrained.
"Hello. Seems you have awoken". The figure takes a step forward. He had light bluish hair and wore a black hoodie. He looked exhausted, dry, and crusty too. And in need of a really good chapstick.
"Have you ever thought about using lotion" your tongue slips.
He gives out a loud laugh and takes a sit in front of you. The chair squeaks and he sets a clipboard with a pen on the table next to him.
"You're one to talk when you have been kidnapped."
"And you're one crusty motherfucker," you reply.
He stares at you. Watching your serious face and tone, a little moonlight shines from an open window. You look like your underground, possibly in a basement.
"I've been observing you".
"That's totally a not-so-creepy thing to say," you laugh.
He clears his throat and says, "master asked for 48 hours of observation on you. Your quirk actually. I've noticed this whole time you haven't flinched nor showed fear. Maybe I should tell you who we are." He puts his hands in a fist in front of him, placing his elbows onto his knees, on the edge of the seat. "I'm Tomura Shigaraki, part of the league of villains."
"Oh. You're those famously wanted villains. Well, do you know who I am?" You mimic his movements and sit in the same position. The chains clanking in the silent room where you move. "I'm Y/N L/N. You guys are smart using platnamical-atomic metal chains on me, but I can use my mind to control your blood. You can pop like a hot air balloon if I wanted you to. That's my quirk, tell your master. Blood manipulation."
You both stare at each other, not even one flinches. Will seriousness in the air, he lets out an annoyed sigh. Something someone would let out if they were tired of whatever agruement they fought in. "You still haven't used your quirk. We can't neutralize your quirk because it's connected to your brain or whatever. So tell me why. Why haven't you killed me already?"
You laugh, tearing up with that statement. You should be scared, but your brain keeps producing lecatine - a chemical that makes you laugh/smile at something or someone. You can't control it.
"This place looks better than my father's. He is the one that brought me here right?"
His eyes widen and go back to relaxed. "He did. You already suspected that?"
"No. I guessed but you confirmed it. The thing is my dad's an ass. An abusive manipulating damned fool, who is addicted to gambling with alcoholic problems, along with his life-threatening motherfucking ass living with us. Sorry got too carried away, but you get it. He's horrible and anything is much better than him, even you. So why would I want to go back to that house where the fucking gambling-hoe who got me here in the first place lives?" He stares at you, with a concerned look and tries to hide it. "What did he do?"
"He owed my master money, for gambling I suppose." He points to you and the statement you made of your father. "He couldn't return it. Master threatened him his life and he said he had something better. What were his words? Oh yes, 'I have something better than my life, and better than gold. My daughter was born with an inevitable quirk. She was born with an extension to her brain which let her control blood because of a chemical it produces. The chemicals have many different reactions and many strong factors. No one knows the limits, but you can find out. Just take her and save my life."
You laugh again, uncontrollably. "He sold you shit, believe me. This quirk of mine is shit along with me. You do not know what I can do and neither do I. I'm guessing he fleed the country after selling me. I mean you gambled money off of a villain's, you almost get killed but manage to make a shitty deal, sell your own daughter for your life which human trafficking is a crime. He would probably be running from the cops by now."
"You're right, tell me something else" he sits back, leaning in his chair. "As much about your quirk as you can, other than you don't have full control and definitely no control of your emotions."
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You open your eyes from a touch. You were sweating, one of the unusual responses produced from your brain. Midoriya tapped you and looked concerned.
"Are you alright? You're sweating profusely" he asked.
"I'm fine," you say standing up. Wobbling at the effects of your nightmare, or would you call it daymare? It's still school. The platnamical-atomic metal chains still ghost you. They weren't there, but their weight still lingered on your wrist and ankles.
"Mr. Aiwaza told us to meet in the field. All the students were leaving but you fell asleep."
You get up and walk out along with Midoriya. Everyone was out by the time you reached the door.
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