The rocky cave

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IZUKU POV

"Where am I"- I think while I look at the terrain and people around me. My heart drops as I land on an officer. "Why is an officer here? What's happening? Is he here to arrest me?" I think while I subconsciously go into a panic attack. My vision is fuzzy, and starts to get cloudy, my senses are haywire and think of all of the worst possible situation's if Robert found out I got arrested. "He'll kill me, He'll kill me" I say on repeat. Then next thing I know someone was hugging me and rubbing circles on my back. I cry, all I could do was cry. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know what Robert was going to do with me once he found out I accidentally run away. Overtime, I stop muttering, my breathing relaxes, and my red, puffy eyes start to close. I slowly start to drift off to sleep while noticing the person in front of me is still there, hugging a broken down kid covered in bandages. 

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??? POV

I was sitting in my room in front of 10 monitors, while imagining what like would be like if I was on the right side of the law. If I was a normal teenage boy, with parents, maybe even a sibling again. If I had parents worrying what time I would be home, or how I was doing in school. If I had my baby brother back who maybe be annoying at times, but I would still love him to death. I started to choke on my words, my eyes start getting clouded.

"I'm not crying right now, I'm just tearing up due to the bright lights. Yeah, the bright lights." - I say knowing it's not true and that I would never have a normal life you're supposed to have for a teenage boy. I start to feel like I'm being sucked in, but I ignore it thinking it was nothing. I start to feel the pull harder, and harder until I realized I'm actually being sucked in. After the pull, I stand up and look around me.

"It looks like I am in a rocky cave" - I think. Then I noticed that it wasn't just me in here. To my right there was an old looking lady with sliver hair and green eyes. Beside her was a very sweaty bald man with a cigarette in his hand. Before I look at the others, I noticed the kid on my left was having a panic attack. He had green hair and was covered from head to toe in bandages. I quickly hug him and start rubbing circles on his back. I knew what to do, I had experience. Experience I should not have for a 15 year-old boy, but again I didn't have the normal teenage boy life. He reminded me of my little brother, way too much like my little brother.

"Why is this kid covered in bandages" - i thought for a moment trying to figure out what was going on around me. Then I hear it, a loud stinging noise. Everybody around me started to freak out.

" Everybody calm done, We are in a dungeon. I'm a player so everybody listen to me, I can get you out of here."- the purple hair girl said yelling trying to get the groups attention. The group relaxed for a second, since they thought " oh a players here, we are saved". But not me, players all just want fame and fortune. While their may be some, it's only just a little number compared to the big picture. A huge centipede comes out of the ground and immediately eats the sweaty bald guy I saw earlier. The groups calm, relaxed faces turn into ones filled with fear, and terror as they watched the man get ripped to sherds; Blood was everywhere and on everyone. People started running in different directions, through the tunnels that were surrounding us. I take the green haired boy that I was hugging and start running.

" I'm not about to let another person die in front of me. Especially not one that look so much like the little brother that I loved so dearly"- I think, while memories of me and brother start popping up in my head. Memories I wanted to forget. I start crying, hard.

 I finally stop running and my legs gave out. The boy covered in bandages was starting to come back to reality. I note in my head that I am in another group of people, while I succumb to darkness.

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