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Ch. 26: U.S.J Attack

• { Chapter 26 } •
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|T h e  U. S. J.  A t t a c k |

《1st POV》

The intruders...the villains...

Everything happened so fast. We were just on a trip to U.S.J. for a realistic rescue practice. Then came The League of Villains--was it? I can't remember, I'm stuck too much in a daze of horror.

Someone with a portal quirk transferred and separated the class. And of course I had to be the one to end up in the Conflagration Zone.

I panicked ignorantly and accidentally separated myself from Ojiro who was there too. It was literally Hell, because everything was engulfed in massive flames.

I tried putting it all out with my quirk, but the fire just keeps reviving. The flames continuously danced mischievously in my eyeballs like they were saying,

"You weak girl! What quirk is that?" And their laughs were squeaky like from some old cartoon.

"Don't you remember the last time?" They whispered, and it felt like their nonexistant breath stung against my neck. And at this point, I knew I was hallucinating, but I just couldn't block it.

"The fire from your past is never going away. You were meant to die with us because you didn't before."

I tried screaming but nothing came out or maybe I couldn't hear myself. I threw myself to the ground in my own embrace, gripping my head as tears streamed down my face and my breathing became ragged.

The incident flashed before my eyes once again: Father...the abuse...the house...the fire...the ice...my breathing. But I didn't think about trying to calm myself down. I knew I couldn't the moment it was brought up.

I felt a crowd of heat sweep around me as if someone were standing over me. "You're pathetic, [Y/n]," Father's voice said, and my eyes widened in fear as I only shook.

"Such a disappointment you only got your mother's quirk. I hate how you remind me of her. Why didn't you have mine instead?"

My hands covered my ears as thrashing noises echoed through my head, and my heart tightly pounded swiftly. "I-It's not my-my fault..." I remembered repeating.

It wasn't mine or your fault that Mother died, so why do you hurt me? I felt the cuts, the burns on my skin.

"I'M SO SICK OF YOU!" He shouted, and my brain went deeper to see my own self embracing myself in panic the same way I'm doing right now.

And that's when the fire erupted, and I hadn't moved as I kept staring down scared with gradual anger. He kept telling me to look at him, and the fire grew even bigger.

Then he said something differently and his tone changed. I didn't understand it and had continued to ignore him.

Back to the present, I now felt an unusual small cool breeze. Head still hung in the embrace, I noticed the bright ground has covered with steal-like ice.

I did it again...But I had no reaction, no mindfulness except the hyperventilation that stings my eyes, throat, heart, and lungs.

I felt the ice grow around me like it did years ago. 'Help! Help! Someone help me!' I wanted to cry out, but it only came as a weak croak like a desperate whisper. My body continued to shake as my ice quirk dispersed.

Help...someone help...please...

•●•● A Couple of Hours Later ●•●•