An Hour Glass Of Memories

Villains do

He felt awful.

His stomach hurt and his head was spinning. Everything just felt so unreal and the heat in the back of the van was unbearable.

He closed his eyes hoping to ease the mind-numbing pain in his head only for it to go away a little and come back worse then before.He steadied his breathing, letting every part of his body relax a little, the tension in his muscles lowering to a less painful point.

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He had fallen fast asleep in the back of the van an hour and a half ago and only just woken up but when he did he was drowsy and tired. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of some strangers in the back of a van.

It took him a while to process where he was and even then he was utterly confused.

Had he been kidnapped? What would his father say? Where was he?

He sat up shifting slightly in his seat, he needed to find a way out and fast. If he got too far from home he would most likely not be able to get back and that wouldn't be good.

He might have to go to a navigational tracking class again, or one of those petty and harsh safety classes or even his father just yelling at him that he should've done something sooner.

He shuddered at the thought and looked around the room wondering if he knew the people he was with. Was he just being tested? Had these villains decided he was a good target for the next capture?
No. Something was off. They all seemed calm, almost as if they weren't doing anything wrong! He hoped it was just their sub-consciousness telling them they were ok for kidnapping a child and not his father having sent him away to another training camp.

He hated those training camps. They would scream at you until you collapsed or did what they asked.

There was no mercy at the hands of the devil.

He was becoming panicked. He didn't know how far away he was since all the doors were shut and the van had no windows. He was nervous about how he would get home if he had been drugged.

That was a thing.

He had no ropes or bounds or even cuffs stopping him from running away. Could he move? Had they injected him with a paralysis drug? Was he able to stand?

He tapped his foot and moved his hand in a circle to check if he could move and he could.

What were they playing at? Did they want him to run? Was it like a game of tag?

Him and Natsuo used to play tag. He had defined memories of it. Then running around the garden, playing and yelling.

He shook his head, there was no time to pity where he was in life! His father only did it because he needs to be a hero! He needs to succeed and surpass All Might! 

He needed to carry on his family name.

He saw the hand move slightly when they went over a bump and noticed that it must be loose. If he pushed the door he could get out! He could go home.

He counted down from three in his head.

3.

2.

1.

He got up pushing the door open and jumped out onto the road. Luckily there was no one driving so when he inevitably tripped and tumbled over into the road he didn't get hit.

He heard the villains cry someone's name but he was too focused on running.

He bolted down the small road. He heard someone else jump out behind him and run after him yelling someone else's name begging him to come back and if they were alright.

That didn't sound right. Why were they calling him by someone else's name? Why were they caring for him? What was going on?

He stumbled and fell face first into the grass on the side of the road. He couldn't get back up in time to run again and instead curled up into a little ball sobbing uncontrollably.
"Please! Let me go home!" He cried and someone sat down next to him.

He felt someone pull him into a tight hug and he struggled to get away. The other let go and instead put his arm around him.
"What's wrong? What happened? Why did you jump? You feeling sick again?" They asked.

Dabi looked up to see a kind face with a mask resting on top of his head. It all seemed to unreal. Too story-like. Too fake.

His eyes were bleary and red and he noticed the blue haired guy coming over from where they parked the car they were previously in.

Dabi hid his face in his knees and carried on sobbing and begging. The blue-haired male crouched down in front of him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Dabi? You ok?" Shigaraki asked shaking him a little. He didn't look up.

Compress sighed and brought him in for a hug,
"Kid your'e ok I promise I won't let anything happen." He said holding him tight.

Dabi snapped out of the trance he was in and memories came flooding back. He remembered who he was, where he was, who he was with, and looked up tears still staining his face.

He looked around seeming to take in his surroundings and leaned into Compress.
"Dad...?" He mumbled quiet enough for the other two to hear but no one else.

Compress gently petted his hair,
"Yes kid?" He asked comforting the child.
"What... happened...?" Dabi asked looking up at him and Shigaraki. Compress sighed,
"You gave us a fright, that's all."  He said letting the child's eyes close. "It's alright now."

He soothed him letting the kid fall fast asleep on him before Shigaraki picked him up carefully so he didn't hurt him and took him back to the van letting him sleep in the front seat so he didn't jump out again.

He quietly told spinner that if he looked panicked in anyway to pull over bad to lock the door next to him just in case, explaining the situation they just had to him.

Because the devil may have no mercy, but villains sure do.