Do Not Let Your Past Define You

Chapter 1: Five Years Later

!!TW: EXTREME VIOLENCE, TORTURE, CLAUSTROPHOBIA, BURNING AND SLIGHT MANIPULATION. DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THESE THINGS!!

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Torture: Noun-1) the act of inflicting excruciating pain for punishment or revenge, as means to obtain information or a confession, or for sheer cruelty.

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"Get up!"

Izuku groaned as Muscular kicked him in the ribs. He was on the floor, ribs, arm and legs throbbing from the 'training' the day before.

"Get up!" Muscular repeated, spit flying from his mouth.

Quickly, Izuku scrambled to stand. You didn't disobey Muscular, Izuku learned that lesson a few days after he arrived. Muscular was one of the most bloodthirsty minions that Sensei had. He wouldn't hesitate to torture Izuku in any way he could.

Izuku stood, only to be hit in the face by Muscular's fist, sending him flying backwards from the force.

"When I say get up, you do it the second I say it!" Izuku flinched at the loud voice, echoing through the small room.

"S-sorry...I-I wont..."

"What was that?!" Muscular roared, stomping closer to Izuku. "Say it louder!"

"I w-won't do it again!" Izuku cried, hunching over, and protecting his head with his hands.

"You better not," Muscular sneered. "Or you'll be training against Master himself tomorrow!"

Izuku's eyes widened, and he stood quickly, staring at Muscluar. He couldn't train against Sensei. No one beat him, no one even came close. He'd seen people try, and then seen them come out in pieces.

"Now... Master wants you to train against one of his new Nomus' today. This time, if you beat it, you'll get more food tomorrow."

A twinge of both fear and eagerness went through Izuku. Fighting Sensei's once-human creatures was terrifying. They were quick, strong, and usually could heal quickly. On the other hand, the near unbearable pain in his stomach was getting worse. He needed food, and beating this Nomu would give him it.

"Okay." Izuku whispered.

Muscular nodded with a smirk and grabbed Izuku's arm, dragging him out the door and down a hallway. Izuku didn't dare make a sound as he was pulled across the rough ground.

"Here we are." Muscluar threw him inside a larger room, equally dark as the last one, and closed the door, leaving Izuku on the floor in a heap. Slowly, Izuku got to his feet, looking around.

It was the usual room that he was forced to beat the Nomu's in. Big, but very few lights, a glass pane with people behind it, surveying both him and the Nomu. There were no windows, and no decoration. Simply a bare, empty room.

Only it wasn't empty.

Across from Izuku, a large thing sat on the floor, breathing heavily and sometimes snorting. Izuku backed up against the door, as far as he could go. He didn't like the look of this one. Not at all.

"Izuku? Can you hear me?"

Izuku's head snapped up, looking towards the glass, where several people stood. One of them held a microphone.

He nodded.

That was the rule there. No speaking unless directly told to. Muscular, he could say a bit more, but when he was forced to fight the giant, he was told that he had to "be louder". Muscular liked to hear how much pain he was inflicting onto Izuku, taking pleasure in the torture he put him through.