Glass Hope

All Is Gone.

The world isn't perfect and conflict is seen often, but SERIOUSLY why does this always happen to me!?
I was bashed into a wall and slashed across my back with a sharp object. A young voice of a girl, teenage probably, was exclaiming how my blood was superior than any other that she's had before. Man, was I confused.
"What's your name? I can't wait to hear it~" she cooed. The girl was stabbing my side repeatedly. It didn't hurt. WAIT! It wasn't hurting at all. Earlier I thought that I wasn't feeling much of anything from Bakugou's attacks due to the relentless bashing. Was this a quirk or hypoesthesia?
        "Can you stop so I can actually tell you my name!?" I yelled out in hopes of stopping the incessant stabbing.
         "Wow! Are you really still alive!? No one has lasted this long! Do you want to be friends? Oh! Your name, say your name!" She screeched out and swiftly placed a knife to my throat.
          "My name is Izuku! I don't want any trouble, please stop stabbing me!" I stated loudly. I was still confused and I felt my legs buckle beneath me as she pulled away.
          "Izuku-kun? No, Izu. Not that either. Zuku! That's it! Hey, Zuku!" The girl conversed with herself and then yelled back to me.
          "Yes?" I hesitated to answer.
          "Wanna come along with me to my place? I wouldn't want you out here bleeding to death now! After all we are friends, right?" She spoke in a threatening yet friendly manner.
I had no choice but to say yes and was dragged through the alley and down a few more. Soon after, we reached a door and entered. It was a large space and seemed to be a bar or lounge of some sort. Probably a hiding place for a villain organization, the tidinesses gave that much away along with some blood stains dragging into a room. Well, I'm fucked. I didn't even manage to take the hero exam for UA. Now I'm here.
         "What'd you bring this time, psycho?" A man clad in black with scars littering his face asked nonchalantly.
         "I brought a friend! See!? Isn't he cute?" The girl screeched once more.
         Damn. I saw an even more concerning individual enter through the door that had blood stains. At this point all I could hope to think of was escape. Man did they make that plan hard!
         "Oi, Boss! Look what this psycho found!" The scarred man shouted out.
         "Dabi? Oh! A boy? But, why?" The newly entered individual mumbled to himself. He looked like he had eczema or some disease, maybe he was some sort of zombie. He was pale and had light blue hair with hands covering most of the top half of him. Again, let me state once more, I'm fucked.
         "Name?" The zombified man asked.
         "Izuku," I hastily responded.
         "Why are you here? Do you know who we are? Or maybe you wanted to join? But your too young and built like a baby." He questioned and started to ramble on. He then stopped and stared at me," Are you gonna answer?" He threatened.
          "Um, I was dragged here after being stabbed, I don't know you guys, I wouldn't know what I'm joining, and I am not built like a small child!" I retorted, might as well die with some fun in it.
          "Calm down kid, we aren't going to hurt you any further. Well, maybe she will but we won't." The scarred man calmly stated.
            I took a deep breath and looked around, my surroundings were not so helpful in the calming aspect but it did help a bit.
           "What do you want now that I'm here in your hide out, you all are clearly villains and so is the person who is on the TV in the corner of the room. I am clearly outnumbered and suffering an injury. Will you set me free? I won't tell anyone about our encounter if you do so, I don't care much for the police or heroes after all." I summarized and tried to negotiate.
            "Quite attentive and must I say a useful skill. We might need you in the future. For now you can be free but don't forget, I'll be watching and will come for you later. And all of you, keep him in tact." The mystery man from the TV that I noticed earlier stated.
            "I guess introductions are due since you might be a future member. I'm Dabi, that deathly looking man is Shigaraki also known as the boss, the psycho behind you is Toga. Now that all of this is dealt with, how about taking you home after treating that wound in your side?" Dabi said and then questioned.
            "Right, here," I lifted my shirt and a facial expression washed through all of their faces, bewilderment and dread.
            "Why are you covered in so many bruises and burns? But besides that, why are you so fucking jacked!?" Dabi questioned, dumbfounded.
             "What?" I stared at all of them like they were crazy. How have they not come across this before, aren't they villains, murderers?! Honestly, this whole time I kinda let most of this happen. I, after all, had to train my body to get a beating or I'd be dead by now. Oh well, at least they moved past their disbelief and helped me with the open wound in my side.
              I refused to tell them the reason for why I had so many injuries and neglected to tell them that I was capable of fighting. Though I did mention I was so "jacked" because I needed to defend myself. Then, after some more interrogation of my trustworthiness, I was set free. I bolted out the door and jumped up one of the side ladders on a building to the roof. I leaped across the buildings until I reached a close enough alley to my home.
When I entered the house it was quite, too deadly quite.