Yin Yang [ BNHA ]

The present

EDITED

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like, aagggesss but its because I was on vacation and the place had blocked Wattpad. Anyways, here's a new chapter and there's gonna be some Bakahoe time in the next chaptie!

I brushed my fingers across the cold and rustic metallic wall. Stepping into the old factory building was like stepping into a whole other world. It was like venturing onto a set of old train tracks and following them as far as they'd take you, ignoring the grass peeking up between the slats and the bits where the metal was decayed and broken. The building seemed to shudder in the wind and sway as the rain attacked it. The corrugated iron roof was domed approximately ten metres above my head, just like an abandoned cathedral. The building was empty, but for a few obsolete pieces of rusted factory equipment pieces that seemed perfectly at home within the building's vine-covered walls, the rain dripping down through cracks in the corrugated iron roof, like a shanty-town cathedral.

I stalked towards the front of the space, avoiding pieces of glass and chunks of wood that was in my way to the glass cabinet in front of me. In contrast to the run-down, long forgotten factory, the glass container stood long and wide, smooth and clear, unfaced by all the destruction around it. I was, in fact, very familiar with the object in front of me - a TelenX. Master engineered it for the spies to go in and out of the hideout, constructed using a victim's quirk; Teleport.

All of a sudden, a massive hooded figure stepped out of the glass infrastructure. He pulled down his hood - Master.

"You've come back... No.13..." his voice drawled with venom. "You can't stay hidden forever."

I gulped. No way... I turned around hastily out of fear and ran towards the double doors. Maybe if I... I could... A rush of adrenaline made its way through my veins as I hastened my pace of running towards the exit. 10 steps, 9 steps, 7, 5, 2, 0. I slammed my whole body against the enormous double doors, trying to force it open using my bare, physical abilities. Knowing Master, he had probably placed a quirk-dispelling material somewhere in the headquarters. It wouldn't budge no matter how much I thrashed around and about it, the number of my screams and shouts of pleas towards the inanimate object intensifying. Salty liquid trickled down my cheeks as I came to the realisation that no one -- not even the heroes, could save me. I continued to try to open the door, my naked hands pushing against the rough surface of the door. It was all in vain. The door stood stubbornly in its place. There was not even a window in this room. A shudder ran through me. Trapped. I was trapped. I was confined within the walls of this room. I felt claustrophobic. A metallic smell hung in the room. It reminded me somewhat of the smell of dried blood.

I was going to die.

"WHERE ARE THE HEROES! DAMMIT!"

"Now, Now, wouldn't it be rude if my guest left immediately when I arrived?" I turned my head swiftly around, coming face-to-face with Master. How he disappeared from the other end of the room all the way to here, I dare not say. He spoke with so much authority and in an unbelievably fake sickly sweet tone as a purple mist enveloped around me. I struggled for breath as my scream ricochet from the walls of the tank, drowning me slowly but surely.