What is he doing here? What does he want? How did he find me?
The worst thoughts were running through my head. My worst nightmares. The past has caught up with me. I havent seen him in so long, I though I had escaped, that I was no longer in his grasp, that I was free. I thought I would never have to see him again.
I walk through the corridor where he stood, the hooded man. Him. A man with no name, the devil himself.
"Come with me child. Now." His voice was stern and terrifying. It sent chills down my spin. I felt sick, sweat started to run down my forehead. My hands were trembling, I felt my eyes swell. I follow behind him like a little puppy, a sheep thats too afraid to help themselves.
He takes me down an empty hall, where no one was, where no one should be going. He turned his covered face towards me, I felt my body and the room drop a few degrees.
"Has it been fun playing pretend with your fake hero friends?" He asked him, his cold breath attacking my neck. The fear was rising in my chest as I quiver under his icy breath. I had no words to reply to him with. I was like a muscled dog, afraid that one wrong move will cost myself my life.
He grabbed me by the throat, pushing my back against the wall, hitting my head with such force that it made my head throb worse.
"Who do you think you are! To leave your post, putting my work at risk. You are my creation! Without my help, without me wasting half of my supplies on you, you would be nothing. You would be dead along with your little friend. You are a worthless, good for nothing piece of crap." With his bitter words flying at my, he threw me to the ground, kicking me in the stomach.
"We will see how much your friends like you when they know the true you." He stepped on my head, crushing it slightly. I could do nothing. Fear ate away at me. I was helpless. I was the nothing he thought I was. I truly was a worthless person that was only good for murder. A monster. He stepped off of me taking his leave. I just lay there, wanting nothing more than to just be swallowed up by the world. I was against Bakugou next, I dont know how I am supposed to face him. I felt like shit and I wanted to die.
I got up off of the ground, sauntering down to the toilets to wash up. I walk in and look into the mirror.
"Hey, come one, dont be sad. I will always be your friend. If you only let me play some more."
I shook my head, trying to rid of her voice. The one that makes the bad habits come through, the one with such a strong blood thirst that I can never quench it.
"Come on, I'm not so bad. I have always been there for you. No one else loves you like I do. No one could ever appreciate you the way I do. I love you regardless of your flaws. look at Midoriya, you spill your heart out to him and now he ignores you. He hates you. No one is class 1-A have come to look for you either, or even congratulated you. They all hate you. Not me. You only have me. Now please let me out."
My grip tightens on the edge of the counter my eyes allowing the tears roll down. No longer tears of fear or sadness. Tears of anger. Tears of boiling rage.
"Come on now don't cry. We can be friends, I will love you forever. We will be best friends forever. I will never leave you. And we can... get rid of any unwanted people. Come on, let me play. We can play together."
I look up to the mirror, my eyes glowing red in my reflection. The shattering of the glass in the mirror took over the room. My fist scared and blooded, my hand quivering, trembling. My breathing fast an unsteady, cold sweat running down my forehead.
"You cant get rd of me that easy. I am part of you. We are one. You cant get rid of me. You might as well embrace me, truly become one with me. We can dominate the world, everyone will be our dolls. Let's just play, for a little while. Please."
I grip onto my hair, pulling it, dropping to the ground. Wanting her to go away.
"I will be with you forever. I know you lost someone you loved, but with me, you can be reunited with your friend. I will do anything for that to happen. I will help you. Because I am your friend. A true friend."
I look at my hands, remembering all the times I was left on my own. Those years I had to fend for myself on the streets, the men that I allowed to take me. Thinking about how no hero has ever truly helped me in my time of need.
"I think its time you allowed that fire in your heart Ignite and show the world what they have done to you."
"Hahaha. I guess so. Let's show them all what they made me."
