Hills

Intro

Nothing was really that interesting now-a-days. Life was the same, meals never changing, sheets always itchy, faces getting punched.

Izuku fell to the ground with a slam from the other fighter. Groaning, he felt himself be picked up headfirst by his opponent and slammed into the steel fence for walls. His literal cage. The crowd cheered and some parts booed, knowing that their bets didn't seem to have been put on the right option, but that was besides the point.

The metal wall shook and as Izuku looked up he saw Shinsou waving at him frantically. Pointing at the thing that held onto Izuku and then pointing at his chest, the trapped boy turned his head ever so slightly to stare at the thing that had him in his grasp.

It stood tall and confident, looking around the room using the other hand that didn't have Izuku to keep the applause and cheering coming. His overhanged teeth, and white eyes sunken into face payed no attention to the trapped boy; they were way to busy paying attention to everything else. It was way too big to just be natural, his head almost reached the top of the cage they were confined to and his hand was practically the size of Izuku.

Slowly his eyes traveled downwards and say a bloody mark sat across his skin. One of the few times Izuku had managed to lay a hit onto him and break through that skin of his. Red tentacles that had been sticking out of his back formed into one gigantic tentacle that stabbed the creature in his chest. The crowd went dead silent as they watched the Giant Thing start screaming in pain. He had let go of Izuku and fell back onto the ground stunned at his life seemingly fallen from underneath him.

But the Ghoul stood across from him on the opposite eyes with eyes that held buckets full of emotions. Regret. Sadness. Excitement. And mostly? Fear. They watched the others eyes slowly fade over a full minutes to empty ones that now held no emotion, no victory, no soul. Part of the room booed but most of the room cheered at the slow death of the other one but mostly at the fact that they didn't lose any money. In fact they gained a little bit.

Izuku sat on the floor of the cage, Shinsou sitting directly behind him- both of them watching the room empty out quickly as the 'Mother' of the church had already finished equally serving out the bettings to each person. Each person (who had betted on the right winner) left with about 20 extra bucks, but the orphanage got about an extra thousand in their pocket. That wasn't in the consumer's knowledge though.

Time flew by for Izuku as he was nodding in and out of consciousness. Was that his blood puddle on the ground? Either way his head was practically banging against the walls in anger. Next thing he knew, he saw bright lights being shined in his eyes. Shinsou and Eri were sitting next to him on the ground as a team of much older people took out the body, clearly struggling due to weight.

"You have a concussion." Shinsou stated rather quickly. Eri passed him a few medical tools.

"I'll live. I always do." Izuku replied stubbornly.

"We'll watch you while we sleep. I'm on Eri duty anyway."

"What's Eri Duty?" Eri asked innocently as usual.

"Making sure you don't wander off and taking you on your middle of the night pee break."

"Izuku never does Eri Duty."

"That's because Izuku is always hurt." Shinsou glared at him but his eyes let up as it really wasn't his fault he was in this situation.

Izuku used the metal gate behind him to stand up, ignoring the fact he had got blood on the metal that was being cleaned by another group of kids behind them. They simply sighed and kept going, knowing not to mess with those trio. Shinsou passed Eri the first aid kit (which she had already been reaching for like she does every week) and allowed Izuku to wrap his arm around him. Helping the limping boy back upstairs to his room.