Subject 1-A: Midoriya, Izuku (Villain Deku)

2-Mission

Smack!

The sound was there, but the pain wasn't. I hardly could feel their abuse anymore. Shigaraki's hits almost seemed like comfort compared to the broken bones and loneliness I felt. At least when I was hit, they payed me some attention. "If you don't get treated, you'll be no use to us, Midoriya! Your arms will become paralysed and your quirk will be useless! Don't you get it? Without us, you wouldn't know how to properly use that power!" He hit me again. "Don't you see? I'm treating you as if you were my own son! I'm giving you my knowledge and how to survive. But you payment to me is not you paralysing yourself and making your arms useless!"

I didn't say a thing. I was taught not to. I let my beating go on and then the captured doctor took care of me. I could tell he was always terrified when he was healing me. He never told me directly how my condition was, instead he turned to Shigaraki and quietly explained what the damage was and how it would effect me in the future. "He can't keep breaking his bones." He said quickly and quietly. "The multiple fractures are destroying his structure." He lifted an arm and showed Shigaraki the scars and bends in my arms. "See? If this keeps happening, I won't be able to fix it. You need to take it easy on him."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. Before the doctor could apologize for speaking out of turn, Shigaraki grabbed him by the front of the shirt, which started to turned to dust in his hands. "Are you telling me what to do? I can always find a new doctor for my apprentice here. You're replaceable, you know..."

"I-I-I d-didn't m-m-mean to, s-sir!" The doctor was shaking in fear. It almost made me laugh. Not laughter full of humor, but an emotionless, hollow one, that fills silence and puts emphasis on the irony of the situation. I probably used to whimper like that...I honestly didn't even know anymore. Now, he hardly even scared me. Shigaraki Tomura...my mentor, my worst nightmare, my only friend...

Shigaraki dropped the doctor and turned to me. "Come along, Midoriya. I've got something fun planned for you. You've got a mission."

My ears perked up at that, if I'm going to be honest. Nothing filled the void of loneliness inside me. Most days, I was either training or alone in my room. Sometimes, Shigaraki would eat with me and Toga would fret over me, but I wasn't sure either of them really cared. They probably just did it because they lost a bet or they thought I would leave if I felt neglected. I could easily sneak out of the hideout if I wanted to. My doors was left unlocked and I was never supervised. However, there was no point in leaving. I had no one, no friends or family, there was nowhere for me to go, and certainly no point to me wandering about alone on the streets. Shigaraki warned me that I was wanted and to avoid heros at all costs, since they would lock me up and kill me in horrible ways. There was of justice is praised while ours is despised, although, they're no different. He hates heros, and the one he hates the most is All Might. I learned to hate him to.

Shigaraki brought me to the bar where the others I knew where. I only really knew Toga, Dabi, and Black Mist. Along with Shigaraki, these four trained me the most and have caused me the most pain. They turned me into what I am now. They explained to me that they had a mission for me. I felt a bit of nervousness rising up inside me, though I didn't know why. Because I hadn't been outside in ages? Because I actually had something to do besides train? No...it was because I finally had a chance to prove myself. To use my power like I was taught. I got a new outfit, though it wasn't really my style and I couldn't see how it would help me in any way, but it made sense when I learned Toga had picked it out. It was a suit, not useful for fighting or anything, but she said I would look good in it, and that was all that mattered.

My mission was to find three hero "eggs" or students training to be heros. I had to kill two and capture the other. I was given pictures of each of them. Two of them looked a little familiar to me, but the third, the one I had to capture, definitely sparked memories of my life before...all this happened. One of the two I was told to kill had black hair and glasses. He looked serious and scary. The other one had a cold expression on his face, but the most distinctive feature was his two-toned hair. One side was white and the other was red. His eyes were also two different colors, one brown and the other blue. Another feature was the burn over his left eye. He I could definitely find. Then, there was the one I was ordered to capture. In the back of my mind, something, a memory, was being tugged at. I felt hatred and remembered explosions, but suddenly, white hot pain erupted in my head. I lost the memory, so instead I studied what the boy looked like. His hair was a sandy blonde and his eyes were small and even colder than the boy with two-toned hair. He looked like he was ready to murder anyone who got in his way.

"How will I capture him?" I asked quietly. For that, Dabi punched me in the gut. I wasn't supposed to talk.

"We'll be waiting on Third Avenue. All you have to do is lead him there." Shigaraki explained as if it was obvious. "And, you know what happens if you fail, right?"

I swallowed and nodded, remembering all the tests they did on me to...to...I couldn't even remember what those tests were for. Whatever it was, it still haunted me. I wouldn't fail. I couldn't. It wasn't said out loud, but I knew my worth to Shigaraki and the rest of the bunch rested on this mission. If I wasn't ready, they'd kill me in a heartbeat, or break my limbs so much that they won't work anymore and force me to drag myself around, treated as a neglected pet. It would be a fate worse than death.

I changed into my suit and was given multiple knives and guns. My costume hid my weapons surprisingly well. No one would have guessed that I was an assassin tonight. I took the pictures of my victims with me, although there faces were ingrained into my mind. They were my victims and I would carry out this mission. My life depended on it.