Adapting is hard

Hide & Seek

The subtle pound inside his chest was the only thing that brought him comfort. To know that he was still alive that he could make it out of this. That blood was still flowing inside and not outside his personal comfort zone.

Strapped down with only his boxer briefs and a hospital gown to shield him form the drafty room. A rusty vent mocked him as it sat just above his head.

His veins bruised and splattered with broken blood vessel's from the countless times of attempted escape. His face sprinkled with purple and blue shades. Dried blood crested his nostrils as a split lip complimented his black eye. His hair ratted and unwashed the color now faded and roots that hid the tiniest bit of green shades.

The door screeched as it was pushed open wheels once again scraped the floor. My heart beating a little faster as I tried to control its rhythm.

Sporting the grin on the boys face I could tell this was gonna hurt a lot more than last time.

Metal paddles kissed my skin freezing where ever they landed. One on my shoulder the other on my torso, two on my temples, and one on my thigh.

Rubber rushed into my mouth as a fist made contact with my stomach. Knocking the wind from my lungs I laid there chocking on my own spit gasping for air.

A familiar hum filled my ears as the dim lights flickered as if the machine was draining the room of electricity.

Biting into the rubber I waited for the burning pain to fill my body. My heart beat pounding on the monitor as if it was already being shocked.

'Relax,breath,find a memory to be stuck in. '

That's always what he told me. When the pain became too much to bare find a distraction. Make your mind at peace but body at war that is the only way to make it out of here alive.

There was only one thing that could heal my never ending pain. One person .

"Izu!" My memories was all that was left of her. Her face full of freckles and a smile that brought mountains to their knees. Soft long hair sleek with tints of green and black.

It was almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.

With a click of a button screams erupted from my mouth as volts of electricity entered my body.

The two figures watched as the boy writhed in pain. His body jolting with every bolt of electricity that was pumped into him. They watched as the hair on his head stood straight.

As his finger tips clawed the metal table. The blood pressed to his face. The bruising that covered his arm and upper half. They watched for a few minutes before setting a timer and leaving shutting the door once again.

As he twisted and screamed his so called  impenetrable steal door to his memories and past was being pried wide open.

My breath hitched at the smile on the murderous man's face he watched me for a moment before joining me on the floor.

"There was only so much he could handle. His hate was just too much for him to bare and he eventually snapped. It was magnificent." He smiled while his fingers traced the engraftment.

His fiery red eyes met mine as he chuckled at my expression.

"So you mean to tell me you the hero killer has a sidekick that went awol because he was angry?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

As the men watched each other they noted the distrust yet curiosity that dusted each others minds. One having questions and the other answers.

"So who is he really?" I was hoping for a quick answer.

"Not telling." His voice was barely a whisper as he erupted with the laughter of a mad man.

Sighing I took a photo of the names and of the room. Noting the location for future investigations. Grabbing the mad man i had no choice but to haul him back to his cell.
Returning to my apartment I took in the state I had left it. A complete mess.

The drawing board covered in red string and pictures. I gathered the papers organizing them into their appropriate folders. Lumping on the sofa it had been a while since I had slept but that can wait. I've got a new lead.

Aizawa sat in the dark, only a lamp sitting next to him helped to brighten the dim, depressing room.

Sliding his phone from his pocket he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. Sliding to his camera roll he jotted down the names carved into the wall. But one caught his attention immediately. It had a long jagged line scratched through it.

Izuku.

The name burned his memory as he tried to recall where exactly had he seen that name.

Then it hit him. Hit him so fast that the boxed cold cases were ripped open and scattered around the living room.

There was only two places I could have seen that name. On one of these case files or on the student registry.

And yet one of those options were impossible. Case file after case file. Adult after adult there faces and names didn't fit, none of them fit.

After an hour of rummaging through the files I couldn't find anything. No Izuku, nothing even close to that.
As I started at the blurred photos of green shadow I ran through every detail of his case his Hight ,weight, color of eyes. His size didn't exactly fit that of an adult in his twenties, early thirties.

That's because it was all one big guess. Which means we have the wrong age group. Which also means it rules out hundreds of suspects and points to how old is this damn kid?

The was a box laid untouched for weeks. It was a box full of disappearances and runaways. A bunch of kids they gave up on. But it's worth a shot.

Whether the case file is hiding here or in the police data base I'm going to find the kid with the name Izuku. It couldn't have been a coincidence that his name was on the wall.

Thank you all who have been reading sorry I took a break a lot of things happened police and angry parents it was a mess but hey it's home so I had to step away to take care of things but I will be returning to my usual schedule of posting every month!!!!😉