The Light Within The Dark

Pre-Writing / Prologue

This is my 2nd villain deku story!!

I'm writing both at the same time. I have nothing against the other one. I just had a nother idea with another ship. Soooo...

We're going to do this with Tododeku

!!this has no correlation with Artifice!!

We're testing the waters here 😘😘😘

Hopefully, this one will be smoother fingers crossed.

Let's hope, PRAY that this will work.

Without further ado, let's go:

Prologue:

Izuku, unlike others, wasn't alone. Though he wished he was. From a young age, his mother took her anger out on him. She was an addict and had several mental problems. His father, on the other hand, acted like a safety net between Izuku and his mother. Every time she lashed out at the young boy, he stood as a barrier, shielding him from his mother's rage.

The constant abuse from his mother and the attempts that his father took to protect him continued up to when he was 4. The day he discovered he was quirkless. From then on, the seventh layer of hell broke loose. The abuse was no longer just degrading comments and backhands. It evolved to stabs, burns, and glass bottles being thrown at his small frame. He didn't dare to argue or fight back. Eventually, he stopped crying with each blow. He realized each tear he shed only fueled her fury. So he stayed silent. Each cut, bruise, and burn engraved into his mind and remained there even if the marks eventually faded.

At age 5, he was left home alone while his parents worked. At about 1 p.m., he heard the front door to their apartment slam open. This outburst told him that his mother had arrived home. It was unusual, though. The fury wasn't uncalled for. The thing that threw the young boy off was the time. Usually, she would get off from work at 5 and return home at about 5:30.

Why is she back so early?

She stormed over to him and grabbed him by the curly mess that sat on top of his head. "Listen, brat." She seethed as she gripped his hair. "You're dad's dead." She growled, her words dripping with venom. His heart dropped. His only protection. Gone? His stronghold, the only thing keeping him on his feet is dead? "You're lying." He said back in a hushed tone. "Don't believe me?" She laughed. "Look for yourself." She snarled as she released her grip on his hair to grab the remote to the TV. It turned on to a breaking news headline:

Tragic Collision Claims The Life Of Beloved Father

Ḩ̵̛̘̤͙͔̝̫̖̻̦̞͙̺̅̿͘͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅs̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅǎ̴̯̀͠s̴̹̀̎̇͗̍͗̾̋̏̈͐͒̕͠͠ͅḥ̸̨̧̗̮̖̽̂̓̀̍̋͋́̅̃͘͜͝i̶̡̹͈͎̳̞͙͖̾̂̀͑̀͆̑̓̽̉͐͘͘ͅ  Midoriya

His breath hitched in his throat. This can't be real. The more he told himself that it wasn't real, the more the harsh reality ate at him. He was defenseless. The only thing keeping him alive is gone. "Now that your bitchass dad is out of the picture, I have nothing in my way of getting rid of you." She glared at him with a sick smirk plastered on her face. "You had something to do with it, didn't you?!" He raised his voice against her for the very first time. "You've got some fucking nerve you brat! Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" She screamed as she slammed his head into the wall.

That's the last memory he had of his mother. He doesn't remember either of his parents' names or facial features. All he remembers is what happened after he blacked out.

He awoke in a dark room. His mind felt foggy, trapped somewhere between a nightmare and a reality as he tried to comprehend where he was. The space was cold and damp. All four walls were bland and concrete. They seemed to suck up any trace of light. A small window was centered on one of the walls it was boarded up and only let a few rays of light in. He sat on a tattered blanket and mattress. The springs creaked obnoxiously every time he moved even in the slightest. The air was thick and stale like fresh air hadn't entered in years. He was quietly observing his surroundings when a thick metal door creaked open, revealing a dehydrated looking man. His hair was a pale blue that contrasted his fiery red eyes. His demeanor alone was terrifying.

The man flipped on a light switch. A single bulb that dangled from the ceiling flickered to life, lighting up the room slightly. He approached the small boy with a terrifying smile creeping up his pale face.

𝙵𝚒𝚕𝚎: 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 1 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 673

𝙰𝚔𝚊 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 𝙰𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝙰𝚐𝚎:5

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝙽𝚘𝚖𝚞. 𝙸𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙴𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢.

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Woo-hoo!

Prologue done.