Summary:
tw: graphic depiction of being sold, torture, descriptions of a child as livestock, malnutrition, child abuse, violence, injuries, murder, blood, gore, corpses
Notes:
This chapter was unexpectedly difficult to write. Apparently at the time of originally posting, I didn't fully understand triggers lol this was definitely triggering That being said, this entire chapter is a graphic description of human trafficking. There's a little fluff at the end, but if this is a chapter you need to skip because of the content warnings, there is a summary in the end notes, and there will also be one at the start of Chapter 26.
The fluff starts at the linebreak followed by [END OF TRAFFICKING. START OF FLUFF]
'text' JSL or Morse code for this chapter
text thoughts
Mortis followed the figure in a trance-like state, filing what they could on his quirk and demeanor into their analysis hall even as they memorized the streets and alleyways they took. After ten minutes, the figure walked into a wall and...
What the hell? He roughly tugged Mortis through without warning, their eyes growing wide as they saw a small safe house. Looking over their shoulder, Mortis saw a device attached to the wall next to where an opening had been made. They were quickly bound with rope before everything seemed to fold.
Everything sounded muffled and distorted as Mortis tried to take stock of what happened, vision a sea of blurry colors. Not a direct compression quirk, maybe one that literally folds?
Mortis shuddered at the unfolding process that dragged on for several seconds. Now inside a cramped room with about a dozen other children, Mortis took stock of the two cameras and single door. The others started whispering. A few had quirk suppressant cuffs, although they were much more worn.
"Hey, aren't you from U.A.?" one of the younger girls asked. A few others started to perk up at the idea as Mortis nodded.
"You can't talk, right?" one of the older kids tiredly walked up. At their nod, he asked, "Do you know Morse Code?"
'Yes,' Mortis blinked. 'Heroes come.'
"Can you warp out of here?"
'Maybe but illegal. How many here?'
"You make thirteen in this room, and they've been taking a few each day. Sometimes the Quirkless return with a quirk, but most never come back. There always seem to be three people taking kids, and everyone feels foggy when they're taken. Those of us with strong quirks can't see when we're taken."
Mortis nodded, 'Fits my story. Buyers?'
None of the kids seemed to know who was buying, so Mortis sat down to wait. They learned each kid's status, quirk, age, and name as well as small snippets about the traffickers' quirks. What felt like a few hours after arriving, Mortis registered their pain flaring as their quirk started to burn fat.
Moments later, three armed men stormed in and dragged them out. Stumbling to their feet, Akira crinkled their nose to shake the tracker a bit. Once they felt a slight indent they stopped. One of their guards had purple gravity-defying hair, another had fangs, and the other had rippling muscles. Probably mental, blood, and unknown but physically strong quirks.
After several twists and turns through the complex, the group came to a thick metal door with a biometrics panel. Muscle spun them around so they couldn't see what type of biometrics and soon after dragged them backwards into the room beyond. A bed, a desk piled with food, a camera on each wall, and a screen filled the room.
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Mortem ad Wrens
FanfictionThe first installment in When Good People Go to War. Crossposted on ao3, ff.net, and tumble under same username Akira told themself they would become a hero to protect children from their corrupt society and to take down their family. Now, attending...
