A Collector

Night terror

Izuku Yagi's P.O.V

I gasped for air as I opened my eyes to see myself floating. I sat on top if the ocean of blood, gasping for the air I had been lacking. My whole life flashed through my mind.

I calmed myself and slowed my heartbeat, before looking around.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

The numbers only grew. Silhouette surrounded me as I sat on a solid surface. They laughed as I sat defenseless on the floor - watching them all. It felt as if I were back to where I started.

"Stop."

Laughter.

"Shut up."

Laughter.

"Shut up!"

Silence.

I Shut my eyes as I gripped my hair; meanwhile, the voices disappeared. Hearing only a dripping sound, I tried to calm my pulsating heart. The dripping began to sound like a stream, then a waterfall - flowing faster and stronger than before.

My outfit began to Doak as I felt the water invading every crevice of my clothes. Opening my eyes rapidly, I saw myself in a box - a glass box, speedily filling with water.

I could see people outside of the box. They were watching me - they were whispering as I was struggling to stop the water.

Bakugo.

Izumi.

Masaki.

Todoroki.

Inko.

Toshinori.

Everyone else who'd ever hurt me.

Those I've never met glared with hate, they were watching me. The water was about to reach the top of the box, filling my only source of oxygen with water, until I woke up.

Gasping for air, I shot up from my bed.

That's a new one...

I'd never had a dream like that before. It all felt so real - as if I were truly being drowned. As if those people were truly watching me. As if I was dying.

I knew what it represented.

Standing up, I walked to my bathroom - thinking of nothing but that dream.

I understand the second part.

I stripped myself of my clothing and stepped into the shower. Feeling the warm water cascade down my body, I started to lose myself in my thoughts.

The glass box was a representation of my hesitation. The water was my anger and resentment.

I'm being trapped by the small strand of who I once was - I'm being drowned in my anger and rage.

The longer I would wait to enact my revenge, the longer I would be suffocating myself in those pent-up feelings I held locked inside my heart.

I needed to end this...

Now.

They were the ones who should suffer - rather than all the purists, and good people in this world.

My fingertips glided along my skin - feeling scar after scar created by explosions, scissors, knives, matches, and other things people used to break me down. Those scars were the reason for this.

The plan for the new world, the downfall of the heroes we all idolized so much, and the timely demise of the so-called symbol of Peace.

None of this would have been without the scars that littered my body.

As I traced my scars up and down, I thought of every memory - every moment - that came along with them. Every crude face; every cruel word; every belittling, crippling glare - they all invaded my Mindscape. I quickly closed my eyes tightly as I clutched my arms protectively.

It still hurt.

Not physically, though.

Mentally.

The pricking feeling of the hot water as it pelted my back woke me from my thoughts vibrantly, causing the feeling to subside for now.

For now.

Stepping out of the shower, I wiped the fog from the mirror and stared at my reflection. My hair had grown out to the length it had been when I was in middle school.

I cringed as I reflected on my mindless obsession over the heroes back in those days. My hair reminded me of those days. My face reminded me of those days. I hated those days. I hated that version of me. The version of me that stupidly followed the heroes around as if they were gods. They weren't Gods - not even close. They were monsters.

All of them.

They were all evil.

All of them.

They were all problems.

I corrected problems - starting with my sister, Izumi.

She wasn't my sister.

She was a monster.

A cold-blooded leach - sucking the fruits of other's labors.

My head tinged in pain as I thought of Izumi, but it was different. It was odd. It was weird. I didn't like this feeling. I liked the feeling. I hated it. I loved it. I couldn't understand my feelings as they twisted and mixed until nothing made sense anymore.

In an act of impulse, I grabbed my electric razor and began cutting my hair to a way I liked it. Trimmed in the back and draped over my right eye. It made me look older and more mature than my younger, fluffy mess.

Satisfied with myself and my look, I got fully dressed and left my en-suite bathroom with a grin before making my way to the bar.

I was met with an aroma I could only interpret as hevenly after my foot crossed the threshold to the bar. greetings my friends, before sitting down to eat kurogiri's yakizakana and steamed rice.

  With food in my system and drive to continue my scheming, I took a seat at my desk and began thinking.

With the information from our spy in U.A had given us, far more then what I gotten from the entrance exam.

The U.S.J