The Power of Fear

Hell Hath No Fury

Aizawas POV

The kid started having a full blow panic attack. He's freaking out. Hizashi looks at me for help but idk how to help this kid. He's so scared. He needs help. I've gotta help him somehow.

I run into the hallway in hopes of finding a nurse or doctor or anyone that could help this poor kid. I probably looked like a maniac running room to room, scaring patients.

Someone clasped my shoulder, making me jump and turn around. It was a doctor. Finally.

"Sir what's wrong? You can't be bothering the pati-" I cut her off

"The kid with the green hair that came in yesterday, he's freaking out." I could barely manage a sentence.

It took her only a second to realize who I was referring to. She brushed past me in the direction I came from.

Why was this freaking me out so much? Was it because he's the same age as my students? Or because he sounded so desperate? So scared? He's too young to hold so much fear. What the hell was happening?

I scream erupted through the halls, causing the doctor, myself and everyone in the hall clasp their hands over their ears.

Hizashi!

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I started sprinting down the hall, ignoring the loud ringing in my ears.

I could barely hear as more screams joined like a grotesque symphony. I made it to the room.

That mist from the boys quirk was back. The boy no longer in his bed. I ran, jumping over the bed and through the smoke. Practically tackling Hizashi. He fell underneath me, I clasped a hand over his mouth as he struggled to get free.

"Hizashi!" I grabbed his fist right before it would have made contact with my eye. "Zashi it's me, it Shota."

He stopped fighting as he heard my name. His tear filled eyes finally landing on me. His eyes piercing through me. What the hell was happening.

I uncovered his mouth. His arms suddenly pulling me down towards him. Barely avoiding my head smashing into the ground over his shoulder. Being in his arms soothed me. He wasn't as panicked. He knew who I was. He was ok.

I was finally aware of my surroundings, of anything that wasn't the love of my life.

Suddenly aware of the horror surrounding me.

The wailing of people in pain. The cacophony of suffering souls filled my still ringing ears. I shot up, causing Hizashi to look at me quizzically. But then he heard it too.

We both quickly rose from the floor and rushed towards the noise.

What the actual fuck was happening?

The long, once busy, corridor was now filled with smoke and mist. There are people on the floor sobbing looking at nothing but the horrors that lay before them. Others were falling back into walls and people an machinery, looking for something to hold them steady. Terrified people held their heads and clamped their eyes shut in a vain attempt to shield themselves for nightmare that had already stained their minds.

All around of was a mist full of nightmares.

Scenes of a child being hurt in ways that could not be healed physically.

A man looking down the barrel of a gun, held in a shaking hand. Then it fired. The way it hit his head seemed almost in slow motion, as if to capture every detail.

A long night spent in a house without light. With only a needle to keep them company.

The fast movement of a fist against flesh. Again and again and again. The way the bruises swelled and the skin changed color.

The hands of someone who could not save whatever lay before them. Unidentifiable in the mess of what was once a body.

The screaming of a love slowly dying and a life given up on.

I tried to use my quirk, but nothing changed. I couldn't see clear enough for it to have changed anything. The boy wasn't here, yet the smoke remained. Hizashi had ran forward to try and stop a nurse from ripping out his own hair.

The scene was violent as panic set into those who could manage out of their dreadful trance. Those not effected tried theirs best to help. Most were inconsolable. Even if their mist disappeared and the nightmare vanished, it wasn't really gone. It wound its way into every crevice of their minds.

I had to restrain those who became violent. Suddenly relived that I had brought my capture weapon with me. I was equally dismayed at having to use it against people who were obviously in shock.

This kid was dangerous. Hurting people who had done nothing to him. Hurting Hizashi. MY Zashi. Who had done nothing but try to help him. This kid, Izuku, was now a threat.

And on the loose.