Am I A Monster?

Chapter 14

Shoto’s POV:
“Shoto, try to at least calm down a little,” Natsuo stated, me looking up and glaring at him.
“How the hell am I supposed to be calm?!?!” I growled at him. He looked down, me doing the same as I tried pulling myself out of the strong chains.
I had thick, strong chains around my arms that I couldn’t get out of, even with my enhanced strength. I had had many cuts, bruises, stabs, and burns from the kidnappers, although they healed every few hours.
I also hadn’t had ANY blood, although what made me go more insane from it is the fact that every few hours, they’d set an open glass of blood right in front of me, just out of my reach. When they did this, I basically lost control of myself, lunging at the blood for hours until I was too hurt and exhausted to move from pulling on my limbs.
What also pained me is the fact that Natsuo had to watch this all. He wasn’t beaten or anything, and was only chained to the wall so he couldn’t run over and try to stop them from torturing me (at least I guessed).
What would happen is every few hours, I’d get tortured. Torturing, meaning typical things such as stabs, cuts, bruises, and other various wounds. After that, they’d put me outside for a few seconds. It being light and sunny, did not help my cause as it burnt all the parts of my exposed skin.
It stung like hell. It was worse than any burn I got from my father, WAY worse.
After that, I’d naturally get hungry from that. They would put an open glass of fresh blood in front of me, just out of my reach. When I smelled the blood, only feet away from me, I would typically lose control. I would lose all sanity, and wouldn’t be able to control my body AT ALL. My hunger took over my mind, and it honestly hurt. The pain from the hunger was VERY painful, and pained me terribly.
I would typically get a half hour break or so in between these things to calm down, or to talk to Natsuo. I hated him being right on the other side of the room from me. He had to witness everything being done to me, which pained me more. I hated him seeing me in that insane state.
It wasn’t like he was scared, because he wasn’t. It was more so sad for him to watch, and he explained that. Seeing me so starving and in pain like that, hurt him.
Either way, we were both suffering from this.
It was now my half hour break, trying to calm down by my little frenzy.
I was breathing heavily, still feeling the after-effects of the insanity. My whole body was shaking, as I tried to forget about the sweet and amazing taste of the blood.
“I’m sorry… I wish I could do something to help…” Natsuo told me, looking down.
“Not your fault,” I told him irritably. Whenever I smelled blood to a certain extent, I’d get irritable and frustrated, especially if it was something that I couldn’t have or get too.
“But I was the one that got captured in the first place… if only-”
“Stop,” I told him bluntly and firmly. “Just stop. It isn’t your fault, never was.” I continued trying to break free of the tight, thich chains around my wrists. I knew I couldn’t do anything, but I couldn't just stand there in misery either.
Eventually, my break time was up. Some random people came in and tortured me. Knives being used, along with whips, tiny throwing knives, some tasers, and a gun, which they shot me with a few times.
It ended with massive, black burns on my bare skin.
At this point I was already breathing heavily from the torture. Before opening the blood in front of me, they always would spend a minute or two explaining how I couldn’t be a hero, that vampires kill. Vampires kill, so there was no way I could be a hero.
Then they opened the blood, my irises growing big as I immediately lost control, and started trying to get the blood. Natsuo kept a sad face the entire time, not blaming me for anything as I paid no attention to him. I was focused on blood, and blood only.

Touya’s POV:
“So this is the place huh,” I walked up to a building, besides both Midoriya and Shigaraki. Midoriya had found the place, telling me and the others that my two brothers were inside. He didn’t wanna go in alone, since the same thing might happen to him. “Looks terrible.”
“Honestly, I can agree. Worse than where we stay,” Shigaraki commented.
We all walked inside, careful about every step we took since there was trash everywhere. In the distance, I could hear loud growling noises that kinda sounded like Shoto in a way. It confused me, but we went towards the sound, it hopefully being them.
All I had to say now, that I was furious, frightful, and unhappy at the sight.
“Touya!” Natsuo shouted quietly in happiness and hopefulness. He didn’t seem injured, which was good…
“What’s going on with Shoto?” I asked worriedly. Natsuo looked down.
“They tortured him, then put fresh, open blood in front of him for hours. He lost control again, and is starving. Hasn’t eaten in days,” Natsuo explained, looking down. Shoto glanced at me, then back at what he was trying to reach for.
“Toga, you have spare blood don’t you,” I turned to the blonde.
“Yeah, does he need some?” She asked, already going over to my brother.
“Yes, but just be careful since… you know what,” I told her. She nodded, getting out some of her spare blood already. Midoriya also ran to him, trying to make him calm by saying kind words to him… something I sucked at.
I turned to the rest of the league, them all looking at me. “Make sure no one attacks us during our escape,” I told them. Shigaraki sighed.
“Fine, but we’re only doing this one time,” he told me, already ordering a few people to what entrance they were looking after. I ran to Natsuo’s side, helping him out of his chains.