If I were in My Hero Academia- Redo

27

I woke up in a room, my stomach burning with every breath.
I looked around the room, desperately trying to figure out where I was.
When I sat up, I noticed how big of a blood pool was around me.
As soon as I sat up, I slipped on the blood, hitting my elbow on the hard tile floor.
My ears still ringed from the shooting.
Dried blood that had previously dripped from my mouth ran against my cheek.
I heard a door open, and a blue haired man walked in with a camera.
Shigaraki.
What was he doing with a camera?
Oh well.
He set the camera down Infront of me.
"Straighten up, we're recording a ransom video for the heroes" he said.
I nodded and painfully moved to sit criss cross applesauce, my back against the wall.
Shigaraki came and sat behind the camera, looking very invested in trying to figure out how to work the camera correctly.
"Do you need help?" I whispered.
My chest hurt too much to speak properly.
I could be dying right now.
I was freezing in the basement type area, had been changed into different clothes.
Who changed me?
I was wearing less clothes, I used to be wearing a hoodie and shorts, now I was in a tank top and different shorts.
"Hello, heroes. We have captured your little friend here. If you don't give us one million yen by the end of the week, she will suffer big time. As you can see, she's already badly injured, shot. Aria, why don't you say something to the heroes?"
I shook my head no.
"Do it" he demanded. "Maybe the heroes will come if you give them a sob story"
I couldn't breathe anymore, my chest was tightening.
"Who exactly are you showing this to?" I whispered, trying to breathe as little as possible.
"All the pros, maybe even Eraserhead! I know he would love to see you alive"
"I'm going to die soon. I've been throwing up blood for the past month. I'm sorry to Aizawa, who had to deal with all my bullshit, and I'm sorry to Emma and Sam, who are probably very worried about me after watching me get rushed into emergency surgery. I'm sorry" I said, trying not to whisper..
"Great, great. Maybe you heroes will come to save her after you see this"
Shigaraki walks up to me and reaches behind him.
He pulls the safe .38 caliber out from behind him and holds it directly to my head. He held it with only four fingers though.
I stared at the camera lens, hoping that someone would come and save me, like nobody had done before.
Except Aizawa.
"Maybe you will reconsider after seeing this?" He asked the camera.
"Please" I whispered. I looked to the side of me he was on and started to cry. "I can't leave. Not without my cousins"
"Well isn't that just too bad, so sad?" He mocked my crying. "Nobody will miss you"
"My name is Aria ______. I have a younger brother named Max. PLEASE PUT THE GUN DOWN! I want to be a diagnostician when I grow up, I have big dreams and plans ahead of me. I play clarinet. PUT IT DOWN! I'm only eleven years old, I'm not even twelve yet! Please, don't kill me. I haven't done anything yet in life, and I have so much ahead of me! Tomura Shigaraki, you've been hurt by the people you loved! You're experiencing a generational effect, you are following in your father's footsteps! What would your sister think of you now?" I tried using every psychology trick I could think of. "We are alike, Shigaraki. You have trauma, I have trauma. We've been hurt by the ones we thought we could trust. I was open with you so you could trust me. You haven't been open to me"
He put the gun down, and I swear I could see a tear fall from his eye.
I started to cry too. Well, again.
"Who hurt you?" Shigaraki asked.
"My brother. He used to hurt me, try to kill me. At school. The teachers thought it was harmless, given that he's different. He almost killed my friend. He almost killed me"
He put the gun back up.
"Why are you doing this?" I tried to compensate with him, tried to reverse the negativity.
"Tomura, put the gun down" I cried.
"Tell me more. Who else hurt you?"
"My friends, I guess. They bullied me? One of them exposed my deepest, darkest secret to all of my friends"
"And what secret was that?"
"My crush from second grade"
"And who was he?"
"I-" I coughed.
I started gagging, blood started pouring out of my mouth.
"Is the little hero actually dying?" Shigaraki taunted me.
I don't have the energy to speak anymore.
"You will never be saved, little hero. You are too weak to fight back, and you couldn't walk if you tried"
He was right.
"You did well, using reverse psychology and the bystander effect and all, but I'm just as smart as you are, Aria. I've lived longer on this earth, than you ever will. You are going to die here"
The camera is still on.
I gagged again, throwing up more and more blood, one session after another.
If I keep throwing up, I could quite literally kill myself.
My vision is blurry again.
Severe dehydration as they call it.
"Giving up already?"
I looked at my wrist, expecting to see a zero.
Three.
Three!
Three?
Why did it go up?
My body went numb, my vision went wack, I was seeing different colors, shapes, and I swear I could see a monkey waving at me.
Did they give me drugs?
"If you've been throwing up blood for the past month, you must be sick. How have you been doing hero work while being sick?"
"Haematemesis" I whispered.
"What was that, young hero?"
"Hae-" I stuttered. "Haemate-"
"Trouble staying awake?" He asked. "Dehydration?"
My throat was dry, and tasted metallic from the blood.
"Well, heroes, that should be enough proof or whatever for you"
My vision started to clear up, I could now somewhat see the gun being pointed back at me.
"Wait-" I whispered.
There was another loud bang, my ears started ringing, then there was silence and I couldn't see anything.