Deku: The Feared Hero (Re-Worked)

Chapter 81

Izuku let out a sigh, sitting naked on the now deceased doctors chair. His mind was still swimming, emptied from a good bit of the information that he had known prior, and even physically unable because his body was a lot different then what he was accustomed to. 

He was taller, stronger; his mind, though devoid of important information, had a lot more thinking room and space than before. So he figured his body was ow the result of an experiment, though his skin was missing the deep and murky purple that the doctor's Nomu usually have. 

Izuku then glanced up at the bleeding out old man. He was lasting far longer than he thought, most likely a result of his quirk. Maybe it had some more health related preserving properties not relating to health. 

Dr. Garaki's back was fully 'opened', his skin, along with his innards strung out to help wrap him around a few of the giant cords that provided power to the underground laboratory. His ribs were broken outward to help with removing his lungs and keep then in place as the raspatory system was punctured with the broken ribs. 

It's a torture method called Blood Eagle, or as All for one called it, The Fallen's Wings. It hurt like hell, if the doctor's screams meant anything. Though he was starting to regret it now, since the process rendered him unable to speak, partially because of how rough he was with his new claws. Leaning curves and all that.

Izuku then picked himself up moving to the forming pile of blood below the old man and gazing at his new appearance. His hair was still white and extremely long, his face barely resembled what it was before, and now he had teeth where his cheeks should've been. There also was the fact he was stained in blood, but he could careless.

At first he was angry almost wanting to rip out the new appendages himself but that wouldn't do anything aside from hurt himself. 

After a bit longer, he decided that it was probably time to leave his place, to see what had happened for how ever long he was out. At first he thought of simply leaving through trial and error, but something subtly nag at him to try something else. 

It was an odd feeling, almost guiding him as he raised his hand and some how pressed it against the air, causing it to crack.

= Earlier - I-Island - Central Tower =

Melissa: "Sh-Shit!" she cried as she ran up the stairs of the tower, dodging gun fire and quirk attacks as she tried to make her way up to the tower's defenses. Her clothes were in shreds, gathered remnants of the island she had put together to protect herself from the elements, though it was better than the makeshift arm she threw together.

She rounded the corner, freeing herself from the attack for a few moments as she entered the main control room of the tower. A smile came to her face as she arrived, her body filling with hope before she saw that array of slashes and torn wires.

Melissa: "N-No," she muttered, running up to the control panel and futilely pressing buttons and turning dials as the sounds of foot steps quickly arrived behind her along with a chorus of laughter.

Villain A. : "He, he, he," he chuckled, "Did you think we would leave that thing up and running?" he asked, nearly tipping over from laughing, "That thing can scan faces and attack villains at will."

Villain B. : "It actually was the fist thing we took out," he said, "I mean it's just the best course of action, honestly I-" he said before one of the villains pushed past him. 

Villain C. : "Oh shut up, I called first dibs!" he yelled, quickly approaching Melissa. 

Melissa: "N-no," she said, again, pressing and smashing the buttons and dials again and again, trying to get the system to come to life once again, just like her father had helped program, just like it was when they needed to hold up on the moving island to protect everyone, before the villains invaded and took over everything.