Shattered Light: A Neglected Izuku Story

chapter 7: freedom pt 2

Dr. Kuroki's corpse twitched, and the chilling sound of his laughter filled the air. My blood ran cold as I watched the hole in his chest begin to regenerate, flesh knitting back together with a sickening ease.

Izuku:No... no... no..

I whispered, disbelief and horror mixing in my voice. I had blasted him with everything I had, but here he was, standing up as if nothing had happened.

Before I could even react, Kuroki's figure blurred, and he was suddenly in front of me. His hand had transformed into a massive fist, a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and bone, pulsating with a dark energy. He swung with all his might, and before I could even activate One Above All, the fist connected with my chest.

The impact was cataclysmic. I felt my ribs shatter, my organs rupture, and the breath was torn from my lungs as I was blasted through the facility. Walls crumbled, steel beams bent like twigs, and debris rained down around me as I hurtled through the structure. The pain was unimaginable, every nerve in my body screaming in agony as I was thrown like a ragdoll.

When I finally crashed into the ground, the force was so great that it left a crater in the reinforced concrete floor. My vision blurred, blood filled my mouth, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. But even as my body lay broken, the One Above All surged within me, my regenerative abilities kicking in with a vengeance. Bones began to snap back into place, organs mended themselves, and the blood loss slowed as my body fought to repair the damage.

I staggered to my feet, my breath ragged, but my resolve unbroken. Kuroki had experimented on his own body, just as I had suspected. He had turned himself into something far more monstrous than I could have imagined. I could only guess at how many quirks he had stolen and grafted onto himself. The fight was going to be tougher than I had anticipated.

Just as I regained my footing, the ground shook violently. A figure slammed into the ground in front of me with enough force to crack the earth. I leaped back just in time to avoid being crushed, only to see Kuroki standing there, holding the mutilated corpses of Subjects 11 and 12 by their necks.

Dr kuroki:Well, well

he sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

Dr kuroki:These will do nicely.

Before I could understand what he meant, his hands began to morph into something beyond grotesque. His fingers elongated into sinewy tendrils of flesh, writhing like a mass of serpents. The tendrils snaked around the bodies of Subjects 11 and 12, piercing their skin and burrowing deep into their flesh. The sight was revolting, a horrific fusion of man and monster. Kuroki's arms became living nightmares, a grotesque fusion of flesh, metal, and bone, designed for one purpose: to absorb and consume.

The tendrils pulsed and contracted, drawing the life force and quirks from the corpses into Kuroki's own body. I could see the energy transfer, their bodies shriveling and shrinking until they were little more than husks. Kuroki's own body began to convulse, the influx of power causing his form to bulge and twist in unnatural ways.

His transformation began with a series of sickening cracks and pops as his bones shattered and reformed. His muscles swelled grotesquely, tearing through his skin as they expanded far beyond human limits. His spine elongated, his posture shifting into a hunched, predatory stance. The skin covering his arms and legs split open, revealing thick, jagged spikes of bone that protruded from his body like a natural armor. His hands morphed into massive claws, each one tipped with razor-sharp talons that dripped with a foul, acidic substance.

Kuroki's face, once human, had become an abomination. His mouth stretched impossibly wide, revealing rows of jagged, uneven teeth, each one designed to rend flesh from bone. His eyes were now two glowing orbs of pure malice, the sickly green light radiating from them casting eerie shadows across his grotesque features. His flesh had taken on a dark, metallic sheen, a twisted mockery of the human form that had been left far behind.