Chapter 3: The Test

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   Izuku stood at the entrance of the testing sight, knife in hand.
"Pills? Check. Knife? Check." He felt ready as he prepared for the test to start. A smile spread on his face. "Let's do this."
The bell sounded and everyone began to run. Except Izuku. He smiled as he cut his arm and manipulated the blood, turning it into bloody wings. He sent himself flying, destroying robot after robot. While he mentally counted, he managed to get just enough points and then some.
The, a scream. He turned to look, seeing someone trapped under a bunch of rubble... about to be crushed alive. She was crying out for help. His mind stopped and his body stiffened. All he saw was his mother. Trapped under that god forsaken rubble. He could save her this time.
    "IZUKU!" she yelled. If he had been faster, maybe less weak maybe she would still be here today. Thats when his brain came back.
    But if he didn't save this girl, she wouldn't be.
He looked down at her and began to speak. "Okay. Calm down. This may hurt a bit but I'll get you out of here. Alright?" She nodded. He began to concentrate his blood and began to move the rubble. He poked her thumb with his knife, making her flinch. With a practiced ease, he began to shape the blood into a singular dome, managing to get the boulder to lift. He was a tad surprised when she fainted from the sight of too much blood. He slipped her out from under the rocks and began to carry her to Recovery Girl, realizing she'd be safer out of the way. The wings began to reshape as larger wings with the combined blood. The added strength from the increased amount allowed for enough strength to get them into the air. That was until the zero pointer shot at them. He quickly dove out, cursing out.
Landing on the nearest building, he sat her down and turned to the giant robot. Once again sliding the blade against his arm, more blood came out. Just enough for him to stay conscious. He moved his hands, forming their blood into a type of spear. He called it to his hand and it followed. The spear was now about 30 meters long and extremely thin. A large intake of air and then it flew across the sky. It pierced directly through its power core and the large machine stopped functioning. That's when the blood began to destroy it, shredding it to smithereens. By the time he was done, there was just a bunch of scrap metal. The blood slowly came back to him, seperating into his and her blood, not mixing in the slightest. It reabsorbed into her, but it didn't for him. His blood just splattered against the floor, staining it crimson. He quickly pulled a pill out and stuck it into his mouth.
Well, not one pill but three. He felt his strength slowly coming back as the fake blood absorbed into his system. He saw the dots in his vision but ignored them. He quickly sat down next to the girl he saved and checked her pulse, happy to find one. "Well... that could've gone worse."  He slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep on the roof, sitting up.

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