Pain (a vigilante turned hero Deku story)

Chapter Fifty-eight

Izuku silently stared, his eyes glazed over as he sat, rather uncomfortably against the wall of the cell.

A jingling sound was heard, and Izuku seemed to come back to life, turning over to the door, which opened to reveal two of the guards.

"Get up." One guard said, sneering at the teen.

Izuku stood up, suppressing a sigh, this was the daily routine, so he knew what was going to happen now, they would take him for breakfast, before letting him and all the other prisoners, minus a few exceptions, to roam the courtyard until lunch, then dinner would be given in the cell once they got back, and then nothing. The day would repeat like this forever, unless it's changed.

The guards escorted Izuku to a large open room, also known as the 'courtyard.' Despite it's name, the only part that's outside in any way is the ceiling, there not being one, but there is a large chain fence all along the perimeter kept under 24hr surveillance. The room was large, at least one hundred by fifty square feet long, with a small training area, the canteen at the corner nearest the entrance, as well as multiple tables strewn out and about everywhere.

So it's practically a typical prison, but don't let that deceive you, every officer here has been trained to the point where they can go toe to toe with most pro heroes, couple that with the fact that they are on an island in the middle of nowhere, and that each of the inmates have collars around their necks, wrists, and ankles to prevent quirk usage, and yeah.

This is anything but a normal prison.

Let's not even get into the fact that most of the inmates are people that can easily murder a whole town's worth of people before getting caught, in broad daylight.

Izuku stepped into the line, waiting his turn for breakfast, they would always give them food of all kinds, just no forks or knives or anything, only spoons.

He grimaced slightly as they passed him the metal plate, it was an extremely thin metal, easy to break, easy to bend, but definitely not easy to kill someone with, it's because of those first two qualities is why, whenever it's tried, the contact with skin would just break the item made from the plate.

A piece of Toast, some Bacon, and some Eggs, you always have to eat with your hands, but at least the food is usually nice, they give napkins out as well.

Izuku sighed, recalling the day, before his eyes shot open.

'just one more week.' Uchu voiced, Izuku grinned slightly.

'We're going out with a bang if we die doing this, yeah?' Izuku asked his partner, despite asking, he already knew the answer.

'Yeah.'

Back to the present now, yeah?

Shota raced to Izuku's body, which was laid on the ground, he had jumped in front of the blade, unable to block so using himself. Izuku groaned as he sat up, noticing Shota, who was on a knee next to him and checking for injuries.

"Tch, go protect mum, I've got some business." Izuku groaned, standing, he started walking towards the other body a few metres from them, which also laid on the ground.

"It's fine." Izuku mumbled to Shota, checking the body.

It was only then that Shota had realized the mark stretching across the boys body, a long, yet thin, bloody line made it's appearance from the top of his left shoulder all the way down to the right side of his hips.

It was also then that Shota realized that all the blood wasn't Izuku's, and rushed back to Inko's side, taking her to U.A. Specifically the rodents room, where Inko can be safe.