Vengeance

Prey

Their eyes widen as they listen to what she said—

None of them daring to break the silence.

Midnight glanced around as she scratched her head in frustration, "Abduction?! That's absurd!" She expressed her concern her tone laced with a hint of question.

"How? That—" She cleared her throat as she inhaled sharply before continuing again, "Y/n clearly stated that they banned the usage of quirks for decades!"

"How can they just stoop in and barge on that place like they knew exactly what they were looking for, it's like they were finding something"

"Power, enhancem— no..." aizawa muttered, tone indicating impatience.

"Power immunity" Y/n replied, her head hung low.

"Immunity. We held such power— yet
When they invaded our land we were helpless. What does this immunity prove? Immunity from what?"

Speaking as her head was hung low, gently clutching her hair— any more of that and she'd have a wounded scalp.

She was too engrossed in the thought to care— she looked like a lunatic that's on the verge of sanity—

"Y/n.."

She heard a low voice, as it took her attention. Turning her head facing towards the sound.

"What is it?" She asked lowly, her eyes scanning the room, avoiding the pair of lenses that are sighting her with pity.

"You can go home, you can join 1-A tomorrow. On their trip to USJ"

She hummed, as she picked her bag up. Not bothering to spare them a glance.

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The sound of ragged breaths, echoed through out the room; Inside was a teen, swatching her wrist with a small knife; she held her pained cries by biting her lips successfully muffling them. It was a habit of some sort something she picked up when she was still in middle school.

When— that didn't occur.

"Immunity..." she breathed out

"Such hypocrisy— AGH!" She screamed in anguish as the blade scampered down her wrist. She peeked over her wounded arm, her face covered in disgust as it slowly moved to heal itself.

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP!" yelling as desperation clung on her words— punching her mirror, as she pointed at herself.

"You're a hypocrite, you held such power yet you behaved like you were prey"

Going on a rampage as she kicked and slammed everything she could come into. Ignoring the stinging sensation that she's been feeling; Finally crumbling down as she hugged herself, wiping off her tears as she grabbed the broken piece of glass that fell off her hand mirror.

She traced her face— as she looked at herself in the eye, her lipstick was smudged, her hair was ragged while her tears washed up her mascara. "I look like a clown— T-this is not how I should look like!" She cried as she poorly wiped her face making sure to exert a great force, causing it to  go red  and react with redness and swelling.

She laid damp on the floor, staring at the ceiling biting her lips subconsciously as she held a tired expression her eyes having no light in them.

Closing her eyes.

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