Liberty

Appointment

Walking down the long corridors was always unnerving. The sounds of the other subjects begging and pleading to be set free always sent shivers down Izuku's spine. But they weren't the worst one's, oh no. The worst one's were the ones who begged to be killed.

They always got their wish. One way, or another.

The long hallways were painted in the same way a hospital was: white ceiling, grey floor, teal or white walls. The only exception to this were the hi-tech metal doors with no windows or handles that lead to each cell.

The lab was no different. Grey tiled floor, white walls, blinding fluorescent lights, etc etc.

Everything in this hellhole was so...clinical. Down to the stench of bleach and chemicals that followed them everywhere.

Their footsteps echoed off the pristine tiled floor, merging with the sounds of trolley wheels squeaking and the hushed tones of the doctors.

The corridor grew colder the more they walked. Izuku recognised this hall. It was the one with the big operating rooms. His heart leapt into his throat. This was the hallway where subjects went to be tortured.

No matter how much bleach they used, they could never get rid of the stench of blood. Not really. The copper scent hung in the air, it filled his lungs till it became hard to breathe.

Flashback

The white-coat dragged Izuku down the freezing hallway, a cold look crossed his face. The man said that it was time for Izuku's first 'appointment', whatever that meant.

As they passed one of the labs a white-coat walked out, leaving the door to the cell wide open. Curious, Izuku crept forward to the door, seeing as though the two white-coats were preoccupied, as quietly as possible and glanced inside.

Immediately, the boy froze up in horror. Bile rose in his throat as he gazed into the room, eyes bugging out of his head in shock. Lying on his back in the center of the room was a boy no older than himself. Grey eyes staring unseeingly at him, black hair plastered to his face, body twisted in an unnatural angle.

Thats not what shocked him the most. No. The boy was covered in blood from a wound on his chest. Blood splattered the walls and pooled around the boy's cooling corpse. The smell. The copper smell of blood hung in the air, stagnant and sickening.

And Izuku stared on in a mix of horror and morbid fascination.

Stumbling back a few paces, Izuku turned and vomited. All over the first white-coat's shoes.

All he remembered after that was the second white-coat slamming the door to the operation room and the first dragging him to his appointment.

For the rest of that day (and admittedly, the rest of that week) Izuku's mind was numb.

Flashback end

Passing by the operating room, Izuku flinched and shuddered at the sudden cold, the ghost of the memory flickering in the back of his mind.

The two slowed their pace as they came to the last room, Izuku felt faint already. He knew whenever he was brought to this room, something painful would happen to him. The door to the room and a tall white-coat strolled out.

"You're late. Come in, QT 3G."

A.N. Sorry this chapter is half the size of the other two.