On the Run

Imprisoned

Note and TW: This is not an accurate depiction of prison. Mentions of rubber bullets and swearing and "shanking".

Women Facility

"I hate it here," Jirou groaned, stuffing her face into her pillow.

"You can say that again," Mina agreed. 

"Yuki tried to shank me. Again. You win 3 games of Koi-Koi and suddenly you're the enemy," Uraraka complained. "Momo said Yui and Mena tried to shank her too. I wish we could share a cell with her and Hagakure."

"We need to get out. Mina, what did the lawyers say?" Jirou asked.

"They said that there's barely a chance of us coming out as not guilty. One of them tried to get me to plead and take a lesser sentence. Minimum is 3 and maximum is 10-15 years."

"I'm surprised we weren't put in maximum security," Mina commented, picking at her nails.

"Well, when you're a hero who has captured villains and put them in that same prison, you get perks, and they don't want you to die," Uraraka said.

Jirou sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "My lawyer said the same thing. And they said that if we behave, we'll get out on parole."

The silence echoed through the cell.

"I'm feeling tempted guys," Uraraka admitted, her voice quiet.

"Not gonna lie, me too. I just... don't like it here. I want to get out of here as soon as possible," Jirou agreed.

"What about you Tsu? What do you think?"

"I think we should fight as hard as we can, kero," Tsu said, jumping down from her bunk. "There's definitely something going on. We can't give up. What happens to Japan when we're the only ones that know, kero? We have to think bigger than just us."

They all looked away. 

"I don't want to think about this any more than you girls do, but we have to, kero."

The girls continued to contemplate, not noticing the guard around the corner from their cell. The guard turned around and started to write in thin air.

The plan is in motion. Engage part two.

The note started to disappear, and the guard walked away, continuing her patrols.

Meanwhile, at the men's facility

Bakugo slammed his tray on the cafeteria table, making everyone there jump. The Bakusquad boys sat, with the Dekusquad boys right next to them. Bakugo did not say a word, glaring at the mushy prison food. All the boys sat silently in the rowdy cafeteria, hoping to avoid complications with anyone.

Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way.

"Hey, you!" a gruff voice called out.

The boys flinched, keeping their eyes on the food. 

"You!"

The tables were silent.

"Can't you hear me talking to you?!"

We don't even know who he's talking to.

Out of nowhere, a hairy hand attempted to grab Denki's hair. He stopped it, his eyes wide in surprise. 

"Woah! Where did this come from?"

Denki looked towards the rest of his friends, their expressions filled with shock.

A voice started to growl, like actually growl.

"The owner is right behind me, isn't he?" Denki sighed, preparing for whatever happens next.

Midoriya nodded. The man in question was a mutant, similar to that of  Pro hero and counselor Hound dog. But he was more werewolf than dog, with red eyes, a hunchback, dark brown hair, and an angry snout.

"Are you guys ready for what happens next~?" another voice said slyly.  This one came from a man with snake-like features, with scales decorating his cheeks, and slitted pupils. A crowd started to gather, and the victims started to sweat. Except for Bakugo, who looked a little excited for a little brawl.

"Hey guys, we don't have to—" before Kirishima could dissuade the men from whatever was about to happen, a scaly hand punched him in the cheek.  

Oh shit.

Not many have done that before, especially to someone like Kirishima, who was friendly with everyone.

"Did... did you just... hit me?" Kirishima asked, holding his cheek. Nobody saw the way his fist started to clench, or how he grit his sharp teeth.

"That's what you get for putting your mouth in other people business, bi-" 

The guy couldn't finish, cause both Bakugo and Kirishima punched him in the jaw, knocking him out.

Bakugo cracked his knuckles. "Dumbasses always have shit to say. If you want to fight then just say that shit."

"We are going to be in so much trouble. Where are the guards?" Midoriya mentioned, shaking his head. 

The cafeteria erupted into loud shouts and screams. It was an all-out brawl. Fists were flying everywhere. Poor Iida was trying to break up the fight, losing his glasses in the process, Denki screaming as he got chased around the cafeteria, and Todoroki stood off to the side with Midoriya and Shinso. Sero was nowhere to be found, unfortunately.

While in a farther corner of the cafeteria, a man with a large snake tattoo on his neck, and a weaker-looking man next to him observed the chaos with glee.

The snake tattoo guy smirked. "Good to know that heroes these days are always ready."

"You started this on purpose?!"

"Not necessarily," snake-tattoo man shrugged, "just wanted to see if they were all that. Makes this easier for me. Let Chikao know that when they get to the infirmary, we're helping them out. Just have to find out their motives first."

The other man nodded, ducking when a lunch tray was launched towards his head.

"Should I call the guards?" he asked weakly.

"Let me revel in the chaos just a little longer, Benjiro. Why are you in such a rush? Haven't had this much fun since Touma was transferred."

The smaller one nodded, observing nervously from afar.

"What the hell is going on here?!" a guard yelled.

"Fuck!"

Before anyone could explain, rubber bullets were let off into the cafeteria. Groans and shouts of pain echoing throughout the cafeteria. 

"On the floor! Now!"

This was accompanied by more shouts, while more men fell victim to the pain of the bullets.

Midoriya lied on the floor, his hands behind his head. 

"Hey Deku."

He flinched, nervously looking to the side.

"Go to the infirmary, and ask for Chikao," Benjiro whispered, keeping his eyes on the guards.

"Chikao?"

Benjiro didn't answer and was soon taken away back to his cell in cuffs.

What in the world?

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