Numb, Dumb, And Broken

3 somthing sinister in the works

2nd POV (flashback continuation)

With a smirk the woman tossed away the cattle prod amazed that it took so much to knock out the brat. "Now my little problem can fix what's been broken" she sneared. Squishing the child, HER own child into a small metal chest with rubber wrapped wooden handles incase the idiot awoke and tried to zap his way out.

'He would just end up frying himself, not that he would ever figure that out.' She thought, a sadistic smile appearing momentarily on her face. She licked the chest, then the door to the room then the front door to the house. 'Since he refuses to learn I'm going to make sure he makes me back all the money I've spent fixing his mistakes for the past 8 years.' She giggled to herself then went out and down to the rough side of town.

Figuring she could find a quirk monger or a creep who would pay to own her worthless excuse for a son she came across and old run down bar. 'This is as good a place as any' she guessed and nudged the door open. The inside was way nicer that the outside. She strutted up to the bar to question the barkeep, a black void in a suit if she had to describe him, on the underground tradeing of quirks.

She had heard a villan, known as all for one, was able to take quirks and needed bodys to store others between experiments. At least someone would get some use out of that brat.

The conversation concluded in the black void named Kurogiri saying that he would collect the child once the money was in order. Smiling broadly the woman happily agreed and headed back to the house knowing the boy wasnt going anywhere ever again and wasnt her problem anymore.

Kurogiri pov

The master will be very please we found another test subject, and at a steal too. Calmly I informed all for one the price and the quirk that would be received.

Over the course of the week all for one gathered the cash and had it sent to me. On friday I arived at the indicated address.

The blond woman from before looked much more sophisticated than she had so early in the week. "I'm so glad you finaly came" the woman beamed.
"He is in the farthest back room, dont bother unloading him untill you have a cage to shove him in" she smirked counting the money and happily hopping to the couch with a tall glass of what he could only assume was whiskey.

Nodding politely he opened a portal to the room lifted the large metal chest whith little difficulty and whisked both himself and the box back tho the labs in the L.O.V H.Q.

Opon closer inspection the lid and vent holes seemed to have some sooty residue. And when he roughly set the box down an almost inaudible whine of pain could be heard.

*the dream continues*

When I came too it was pitch black and cramped. I must have been focusing so hard on the door that I didnt notice the chains being locked around my limbs, waist, and neck. The only 2 smells I could immediately recognize in my terrified state where metal and pee. I must have wet myself when I got zapped.

The feeling of soiled under cloths and pants had already causing a rash. Everything hurt. My head, my heart, everywhere my wet clothing touched, and the chains rubbed and banged against me.

Once I was fully awake I tried calling out for my mom, but the metal reflected the sound into my ears. I tried to use my quirk but it only electrocuted me knocking me out again.

When I awoke again I put my hands over my ears I started to scream for help. "MAMA PLEASE LET ME OUT. IM SO SORRY ILL NEVER DO ANYTHING AGAIN I SWEAR. PLEASE LET ME OUT!!!"

I screamed for hours. My voice became hoarce but I screamed and cried and begged. Even when I coughed up blood from my shredded vocal coards I kept it up. Untill my ears began to bleed and had a constant ringing.

I didnt know how long I was in there. Just that everything hurt and I had to relieve myself multiple times. No light was available but small holes allowed for air to enter and leave. Caked in my own waste, bleeding, alone, and unloved. I was so hungry and thirsty. That's how I was going to die. It's what I deserve right. I'm a bad kid. This is my fault.

Suddenly the chest was moving and wow it realy hurt to be banged against the chains and the hard walls of the crate. I hissed through my teeth and whined quietly as I felt the box harshly dropped, and I was thrown into the side of the box again.

Moments later i was blinded. My voice was in shambles, I had nothing left to cry out with, so I just frantically tried to cover his eyes unintentionally covering myself more thoroughly in the waste splattering the inside of the box. Then the familiar feeling of a cattle prod knocking me out again. My last thought was 'please let me be dead'.