Flames of Hope (Ye Olde Version)

Chapter 27

Hello there! I hope y'all enjoy this chapter! I enjoyed writing it! Also, casually listening to the song above! So recommend - its a cover by Caleb Hyles on YT!

Gagging, Izuku stumbled through the portal, a hand gripped like a vice around his neck.

So uncivilised.

Shaking his head, Izuku got back into the present where he looked around where he was taken to. The room he was in was a rundown bar, Kurogiri – the mist man – was working the bar, cleaning a glass as his yellow eyes gleamed with something that Izuku can't put his finger on. Beside him was Shigaraki, he looked at Izuku behind his face-hand mask, malevolence pouring from his entire being. The man who had taken him was leaning on the wall opposite of Shigaraki, and Izuku could finally analysis him; He had black spkiy hair, scars covering most of his body and looked like they were only holding onto his body with the staples.

The most terrifying feature was the man's eyes.

They were as cold as ice, hollow with no life and eerily similar to Sho's eyes when they had first started at U.A. Gathering his resolve, Izuku asked coldly –

"Where is my boyfriend? Where is Shouto?"

From the end of the bar, a black screen lit up, the only thing on it was a 'No Audio' warning in the top left corner. Then a bone chilling voice came from it –

"Peace, Izuku Midoriya. We mean to do you no harm. Go ahead Shigaraki." Rough hands rubbed together as Shigaraki spoke, voice gravelly –

"Midoriya... You have seen the society we live in... You were against the law, you have seen the worst of this world," A hand reaches out, "Join us on our mission to reform this society; starting with All Might!"

Snorting, Izuku shoots back; "You know, I am a rather big fan of All Might. Also, you have seemed to have matured a lot since the USJ... What changed?" Suddenly, the room temperature dropped as an inky black portal broke open and a black haired, freckled man stepped, his face twisted into a sadistic smirk. Flames topple out of the corner of the man's mouth as he says –

"Izuku, my son... Welcome home."

Surprising everyone, the calm face of Izuku Midoriya broke in a torrent of rage and hatred as he venomously says back –

"You are no father of mine, Hisashi."

The smirk once plastered to the mans face switched into one of indifference and anger as he tells Izuku –

"That is no way to speak to your parent, boy."

In an act of pure, raw fury, Izuku broke from his bonds that had been placed on his hands and activated his quirks. Red and black lightning shot of his form, blood like flames licked off his very skin and cosmos like plasma leaked from his lips; chairs, people and bottles floated in the air, lacking the power to refuse Izuku's telekinesis. He grew from about 5 foot 11 inches to 6 foot and 5 inches as his muscles bulged, ripped his clothes in places and a cane fell from his pants transforming into a spear which had a tornado of ruby fire; which soon found its place within Izuku's hand. Shaking, Izuku growls out –