Quirk Deku One-shots

Survivor (379) (Mutated) (Part 3)

Stepping on the stage, Izuku stared down Osak and Casta from his new height, determined to make them pay. Hatuk was long dead, having been crushed under the doors and the weight they carried as they flew. Osak and Casta were less fortunate as Izuku was sure to use his bone-covered clawed hands to rip into them endlessly, making sure they suffered as long as possible before the bled out on the floor of the recording studio. The cameras had long since stopped working, but Izuku still felt satisfied.

The blood pooled at the base of the raised stage, forming puddles of blood that were then joined with the wet splat of guts and inner organs raining down on the puddle. Izuku gripped Osak's intestine, and ripped it out, stomach half-torn from the violence of it all. He watched as its contents sloppily fell down into the puddle before tying it around Osak's neck, and throwing his mutilated corpse down to the puddle.

Izuku soon began to do the same to Casta's dead body. Ripping out his organs one by one as the gastric juices from Casta's stomach were poured onto what was left of Osak, leaving his face half-melted and unrecognizable. The empty stomach then was shoved over Casta's head, and the intestines were ripped out too. However, the contents Izuku made sure were left inside.

Kicking Casta's body into the pile too, Izuku heaved the door off of Hatuk, whose head had been smashed into a puddle of white, red, pink, and crimson. Grabbing the intestine, Izuku funneled all the contents down Hatuk's throat, being sure not to waste a drop. Grabbing the bladders he ripped out as well, he poured them down too before ripping out the stomach of Hatuk, and showing it over his head. Feces, urine, gastric juices, and all.

That mangled mess was left to rot with the rest of the bodies in the pile. Izuku didn't mind the blood smeared all over him, and when it soon rained, he got that washed off too.

Izuku sighed as he thought back that tube. That tube where he suffered for 5 long years. That torture den he couldn't escape until he became as grotesque as he was now.

~~Flashback~~

'AGAIN!'

crack

Izuku's blind pain worsened for a moment, before getting better by a bit. He looked down to see what the sound was, and found his hand broken. The tube itself was still undamaged, so Izuku grit his teeth, cracking a few, and bashed it again. Still nothing.

"AGAIN!"

Screaming out, he used his broken hand to bash at the same place again, only to feel as if something had changed. Izuku didn't know what, and he didn't care what. He just wanted to leave, so he bashed it again. 

crack

Staring at his other hand which was now broken too, Izuku growled, clenching his fist, and bashed into the metal again.

Izuku sat there for a second. He could feel his hand again. He could feel that it existed, despite an hour not passing. Something definitely changed.

Looking at his hand, it seemed to be a bit paler than before, especially around the knuckles. What changed yet, Izuku didn't know, but for one he could heal faster, so no doubt he'd be able to punch more and more.

And on and on it went. Every few hits at maximum strength, the limb he used broke. He started to kick, knee, and even elbow at the tube, leaving nothing but blood stains. It went like this over and over and over and over. It went on for what seemed like forever. He couldn't count time, and could only rely on his instinct to tell where he even hit. As his entire body constantly healed from one thing or another, Izuku could feel himself getting stronger. Not only that, but tougher. Even at his hardest, Izuku began to take longer and longer to break his bones.