Class 3-E and Class 1-A will encounter each other because of a mysterious magic spell circle. Class 3-E had been transported to UA High School. Midoriya who has been locked up and tortured by evil scientists for 10 years to become a villain. After s...
Izuku POV Todoroki guy took me to the dorm and a few students were talking or sleeping in the living room. They didnt seem to notice us but them as soon as I turned around I felt someone stare at me with a suffocating bloodlust. I quickly turned around panicked for the first time in my life but nobody was looking at me, it couldn't have been my imagination. "I know you may not remember but thank you." He said "Thank you for what?" "Before you went unconscious you helped me with my left side and understood me, I want to thank you for breaking the chains that prevented me from becoming who I want to be." "That's unusual." I spouted. "What do you mean?" "You must be one interesting person to get me to help you, if it was me right now I wouldn't give a damn about anyone but myself." We got in an elevator and he showed me my room, I saw a my new name, Karma and Nagisa pasted on the door. I opened it and there was nothing out of the ordinary. The guy was leaving so I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him inside the room. On our way here I started getting a few memories of my name and the time I spent with Class 1A but most of them were too short that I didn't understand. I then saw memories of me and Todoroki talking about his past. It seems to me that I have been showing a few emotions that I shouldn't. "What it is?" He asked. I sat down on the bed and he grabbed the desk chair and he sat in front of me with arms crossed. "I'm only going to tell you this and only you since you heard and saw a few things. I hope that you will keep this a secret from others and hopefully you won't take it in a bad way." He nodded. "I-Well," I ruffled my hair in an aggressive manner, telling someone my same age what happened to me is really hard. I never dealt with this kind of thing and it made me feel strange to this world somehow. "I dont have any memories of my childhood except my kidnappers." I started. "Kidnappers?" I nodded. "For 10 years I have been a human experiment and those are my only memories. I was a Subject named 137 by someone with a twisted mind who goes by Reaper." I didn't want to see his expression of pity right now so I kept my head down looking at my hands. "I've been given quirks and drugs to handle immense pain, they thought that if I was unable to feel pain or emotion except hate I could become a tool for them to use in the future for their own benefit." I sighed remembering the people I had to kill and orders I had to follow to survive. I took off the black jacket that I had on, "I don't know if you had noticed since I usually wear the school uniform and long sleeves but-" "Wait you remember now." He asked. "While we were walking here a few memories started to come back but not all of them and its giving me a headache." I had another long sleeve shirt on, 'so that's why I was feeling so hot, I have a damn black jacket in this hot weather and a long sleeve shirt.' I took it of and I revealed my scars of my upper body.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"And this is my slave mark." I took of my bandages to show him my dragon tattoo. "It may just seem like a simple tattoo but this is a mark that was given to me forcefully to obey any command I'm given, full loyalty to that maniac who tortured me and made me into a monster." I clenched my teeth at the anger I felt. He must be sitting right now drinking alcohol while I'm haunted by him everywhere I go with this mark. "What do you mean by 'made you into a monster'?" I clenched my fist and contained my anger, "My hands are tainted with blood of both innocent's and sinner's. No matter how many times I go unconscious and forget my memories of you people but I can never forget the face of my kidnappers and Reaper who killed me many times enjoying every second of my pain and agony over and over again." "Killed but-" "I died by being given poison, ripped apart, stabbed, many times but everytime I somehow revive by Reaper. It's funny that his name fits him....he chooses who dies and who lives." He stood up and sat next to me and patted my head, I flinched at the sudden touch of him. "You did a good job in not becoming a villain and staying strong. Those were the words you told me and I'm telling this to you." My heart felt like it was stabbed. I lowered my head again and removed his hand from my head. "You're wrong." "What do you mean? If you came here to a hero school that means that you stayed strong and continued dreaming to become a hero to save people." A bitter laugh came out of me, I looked up at him and said with a sharp tone, "Todoroki I am a villain." His eyes widened, that was the expression I didn't want to see. "The day I first attended school was the day that I was rescued by the pro's. The times I was aggressive and fighted whoever dared raise their voice or attacked me were my villain instincts. I didn't want to be here but your teacher's made me agree or I would have been sent to prison." Todoroki said nothing, he must be in shock or even afraid of me now. What did I expect? Wanna be heroes dont understand what being a villain and being tortured to death and revive means. He stood up and apologized to me without looking at me, he left and I wrote in the journal before I forgot.
