Revenge- A villian deku story

chapter 5

It was cold. It was dark and uncomfortable.

Where was he?

The stench of slowly rotting flesh and blood blanketed the air and melded together with the underlying smell of vomit and urine.

The yells and shouts of an excited crowd drowned out the screams of agony, from those who lost and from those who won. "I'd shared a meal with that person," they thought. It was sickening, but what could you do? Because in the gladiator ring it was the survival of the fittest.

What was he doing back here ?!

Adults, children, those with Quirks and those without, were fighting for their lives.

The door of his cage was slammed open, a beefy shadow falling over him. Now it was his turn to entertain the bastards so that he could live another day.

He was only 13, probably, maybe?
Whatever age he was, he knew he was the longest surviving person from his age group. Even more surprising—thrilling—was that his Quirk wasn't one he could use to fight. This made his matches intense. One misstep, one wrong move, would mean death for him.

He stepped into the ring and saw a girl, possibly 2 years older than him. She had only been here for two weeks and had barely won 5 matches and now she was facing against him, Izuku, better known as the Soul Starer; he was sitting at 159 wins, 0 draws, 0 loses.

The buzzer sounded.
Move.
Analyze.
Hit.
Dodge.
Slam!

The crowd was going wild, alcohol and bets flowing.

Izuku never played with his opponent, always going in straight for the kill. Quick and to the point was he. But despite that, the pigs of the audience thoroughly enjoyed his matches and so he fought daily at their request. It was a good thing. After all, they were the ones who decided if he lived or died.

Close your eyes.

Squelch...

Suddenly darkness engulfed him and he was now standing outside a burning building, a hospital. He stood still and frozen like a deer in headlights.

He's being dragged away now, dumped into a creaking, haunted house of a foster home in downtown Mertsuana. He'd never been there before. Mom had never allowed it.

Mom...

"Izuku ! Don't put that crab in your mouth!"

"Oh come on Inko, don't freak out so much. It's just its shell." A deep, hearty laugh sounded through the air. Then the scenery changed again.

"—Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Izuku, happy birthday to you~"

"Blow out the candles, honey," Mom encouraged, and pecked him on the cheek. So much excitement. So much All Might, Kacchan will be so jealous that he missed this.

"You can't catch us!" A jaunty voice provoked the group behind them while they were expertly leaping over fences and dashing through the narrow streets. A yell of rage was heard, they would never catch them. She had had it coming, he reassures himself after glancing down at what they had stolen.

Then it all went away, like someone had blindfolded him. A young girl with white hair and green eyes appeared before him. She had tattered cat ears on and an oversized green sweater drowning her in its mass. Suddenly she started to scream and cry in pain, but he couldn't move to protect her. He was shackled and chained to the ground by invisible binds.