Born of Blood

A Glimpse

Her breathes tickled the hairs of his neck. Heat spreading through his body and a shiver running down his spine.

The roughness of their hands joined together. Calluses grinding against each other, refusing to break contact. Fingers laced together tightly with eyes locking. Emerald to Blue. The whites of their iris absent of their characteristic bloodshot.

Soft gasps of air playing like a symphony meant only for him. Their first time, fragile, precious. There was no mission, no war, no blood. Her lips pressed against his in desperation, perhaps she had noticed that for a fraction of a second his mind had wandered.

She grounded him.

Kept him as himself.

Her pale white skin that coated with light sweat, glowing from the moonlight. Her perfect, angelic features with no blemishes. Wishing it lasted for an eternity. Her lips parting with faint exhaustion.

"Jack..."

Looking at her reminded him of what he really wanted...

At the moment without her... 

All he was left with was this being of artificial design. Eyes that failed to resemble anything that held a shred of consciousness. A monster born with only a singular purpose to kill and destroy on behalf of the orders given.

Did it have any of its own thoughts? Or did it drift from one thing to the next?

In what sterilized white coated room was it born in?

How much longer until he realized that the mirror he looked into wasn't one at all?

"Raiden."

He looked to his right, gaze lowering near the floor. Nezu stood, beady eyes pointed forward peering through the one-way window. It was a storm of bureaucracy to just even get into this room. To see the Nomu that All Might had defeated at the expense of his own well-being. Precautions had been taken and if not for Nezu's own reputation this would have been even farther away.

"Yes. I believe we won't learn anything else." Nezu spoke with a sullen tone. Missing the entertainment that was no doubt happening at the currently ongoing Sports Festival. One where 2B stayed in attendance for. "All attempts at verbal communication yielded no results. It has no sense of hunger, exhaustion, or thirst. As such we've allowed this special occasion with the Hero Association's permission." Nezu's paws straightened the tie of his blazer. He looked to the guards of the white room and with a nod they unlocked the door.

The unresponsive Nomu stood still, a straight jacket affixed over its body and a muzzle on its long bird like beak. Without orders, it's body was manipulated easily. Putting it in such a position had been the easiest part of its arrest.

Once he entered the room he noticed the beast's faint rise and falling of the chest. It breathed but only slowly. On average a human breathed 12 to 16 times a minute. The Nomu decreased this number by a factor of 4. It was not breathing of its own volition, rather it seemed programmed and almost mechanical. His eyes had narrowed.

Had this been his path had the patriots accomplished their goal?

Would they have done this to 2B?