Adapting is hard

Exposed

I flexed my muscles in the darkness, waiting for the door to open again. Too weak to move they left me to die down here. As if. They're just waiting until I fall asleep to get me back on the table.

The darkness of the room comforted him, bringing a sort of security that sleep could never. His fingernails cracked and bloody, as if he had sharpened them on the stone walls. He listened and waited.

I wanted the door to stay shut, I knew the moment it opened everything would start over. The door needs to open I have to leave, now. I don't have time for waiting games.

Half naked he shivered from the cold wiring for the warmth behind the door to consume him.

Footsteps clanged to the floor, each step like an axe being dragged along a stone floor. I listened as the lock slid open, the slide of the bar as it hadn't been moved in days. The door groaned as it was pushed open.

Izuku's heart pounded against his chest as anxiety filled him to the brim. His green eyes met the light that poured in.

The light blinded me as the person stepped into the room. Ready to attack I glared into the face of my captor. Only it wasn't him. The frantic face of erasure head held my gaze.

The closer he came the more he could see as if a fire had finally been ignited. He smiled at his long forgotten friend. He was finally found, everything could go back to the way it was. It was fixed. Or was it?

The more I looked at him the more I doubted him. His brows too stiff his eyes too unfamiliar. As if someone was wearing a mask parading as him. Still I welcomed him like some idiot kid. I smiled.

A smile that turned to hate as soon as Izuku saw the smile returned. As the facade had been dropped. It looked as if eraser was crying. But the tears held heavy dragging his face down with it.

I stepped away from him as he melted. He kept smiling all the while he melted. As if he could care less if he turned into nothing but a pile of sludge.

Too preoccupied with his melting friend, Izuku failed to notice other bodies were now in the room with him.

"Hey pretty boy."

I turned at the sound of another voice to which I was met with a metal baseball bat.

A crunching noise was all I heard as I hit the ground. Warm liquid ran across my face as tears brined my eyes. But I will not cry not here not now.

He pulled his body from the ground bruised and bloody he raised his head.

"Ready for some fun?"

I watched the face of Izuku as it was spit out of the printer. His file small and unclear. The words runaway printed in bold red letters. He was a mystery.

The high school is where I should start. I walked the school yard as the final bells rung. Soon I would be swarmed with students. But that's not important.

My eyes scanned the posters and lockers lining the walls. Peering into each classroom looking for any sign of him. As if he would just walk out in his uniform at any minute. Reaching his old classroom I stepped inside sliding the door shut behind me, I clicked the lock shut.

A male teacher stood with his back to me. Wiping some graffiti off of one of the desks.
I coughed to get his attention. Meeting his eyes he seemed confused and in a daze.

"Hello I'm here to ask you some questions about an old student of yours." I watched his head tilt at my question.

"And what was his name if you don't mind?"
He pushed his glasses up and retreated to his desk.

"Izuku Midoryia I'm reopening his case and there are a few pieces missing I'm hoping you can clear it up for me."

I watched him tense at the name. His eyes subconsciously shifted to one of the desks near the window.

"What would you like to know?"

"The simple things did he have friends, good grades, any thing of note really."

He thought for a minute before answering me.

The door opened and shut as I sat at his desk. Looking down at the name carved into the top left corner. QUIRKLESS. A cruel word to be called.

I watched from the window thinking over the information the teacher gave me. The bullying and abuse from the other students. The misfortune of his mother and the absence of a father.

He seemed to always get the short end of the stick. But what seemed worse was UA rejected from the hero course and placed into tech support. It explains why he went AWOL.

Any kid would at his age but I can't believe he had the balls to turn it all down. I can't decide if he's smart or stubborn, probably both.
At the moment he's missing so now there's only one thing left to do. Follow the trail.

Heavy breathing formed through the freezing air as bloody footprints lined the hall. Light peered in through rusted windows.

He was in the pit hole of the city where people are thrown to the wolves. His own turf.
Aged stairs held sanctuary for him tired body. Knuckles bloody and split open. Dirt and blood covered him head to toe.

Each step felt like glass pressing into his skin. His body ached and was in urgent need of a shower.

I pulled my legs up the stairs each step sending excruciating pain through my body. The basement behind me the ground floor in front it seemed easy, too easy.

I walked past a room of monitors right through the doors that glowed with the word exit. Pushing them open I was met with construction.

Pipe and tools scattered across the floor. Plastic hung from the ceiling obstructing any and all vision. Pushing each sheet from my way I could hear voices. The doors ahead chained shut.

Walking to the double doors I pushed in on the but not only chained but locked prevented me from escape. Holding the lock in my hand I glared at it as if it would magically open. Anger rows up and my grip tightened.

Tears finally fell from my eyes as I pressed my face into the cold metal doors. For once could one thing go my way?

Closing my eyes I let my face fall forward colliding with the door. Tears rippled down my face as I slammed my fist down in anguish. I had been beat. Not by a person or a bullet but by a god damn door, that I'm too weak to open.

I yelled as I threw my body into the door. It didn't budge. Sliding down the doors my body finally met the floor. Pulling my knees to my chest I gripped the chain lightly tugging on it.

My broken voice whispered "let me out."

And a voice answered. But it wasn't god.

"Sure thing but first let's finish what we started."

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Ik ik friends not the cliff hanger we were hoping for but it's one that we need sorry for not posting brb