The Takeover

Chapter Sixteen

The blood in Aizawa's veins froze, as he watched his kids. They each started to move around once they were emerged into the purple liquid. It was unnerving watching them. Midoriya moved around the most. He shook his head, and seemed to be struggling with something. What that something was, was unknown. Aizawa hated not knowing. 

They had already tried screaming. They seemed to be completely unresponsive to sound. It was sickening too. Aizawa was glad he didn't have any contents in his stomach, otherwise he was sure he would have puked them back up. 

He watched them in silence. He didn't feel like speaking, and Hizashi remained silent, so did Nemuri. 

Time trudged on slowly. They didn't talk for a solid hour. Then Nemuri sighed, and started a conversation. 

A while later, they heard the sound of a motorized wheelchair. The door opened, and all eyes were on the newcomer. In rolled a man wearing a suit, who didn't have a face. 

Aizawa and to blink a few times to make sure that he wasn't seeing things, but sure enough, he was still there. 

He rolled in front of them, and faced towards them, the tanks with the kids, AIZAWA'S KIDS, glowed ominously behind him. 

"You must be the ones who call themselves these kids family. How interesting." Aizawa was unnerved by how smoothly he talked. How calm he was about the children he kidnapped, and is holding in purple liquid of unknown origin. 

"What do you want?" Hizashi glared at the faceless man, gripping at the arms of his chair. 

"Oh, why do you think I want something?" The faceless man asked, amused.

"You people are all the same. You wouldn't do these things if you didn't want something." Hizashi replied. His knuckles were turning as white as the armrest that he was gripping. 

The faceless man chuckled. 

"What's so funny? You're a sick bastard, and you deserve nothing but death," Nemuri spat.

Hizashi was so tired that he snorted and muttered, "No cursing in front of the babey," earning him a confused look, and a two snorts from the people beside him. 

"I don't think it counts, Midoriya is in a coma." Nemuri shot back. This was one of their tactics. They usually saved it for if they were in really deep shit. They pretend they don't care anymore. 

"Man, we're pathetic." Aizawa joined in. 

"Yeah, we really are." Hizashi sighed. They had found that the whole villain monologue was torn to shreds if the people they are monologuing to aren't listening.

"We're kidnapped by a human baked potato, and we're laughing about an inside joke. How fucked up are we?" Hizashi watched with amusement as the faceless man's face contorted to anger. He thrived on attention, and now he wasn't getting it, he was mad.

"You don't seem to understand the position you're in." He tried to keep his composure. He tried to stay slightly ominous. That was one thing they noticed. He was trying to make it obvious that he was keeping stuff from them.

"We know exactly the position we're in, Wrinkle Face. You're going to torture us, and torment us about our kids being so close, yet so far," Nemuri started.

"You're going to laugh at us. You're going to feel drunk on your power, and eventually, you will slip up," Aizawa continued. 

"We will be there, and we will get out, and we will kill you." Hizashi went on.

Aizawa laughed again. "You're scared. We're the one's chained up, and you are the one scare. You know how strong we are. You know how dangerous we are to you. We are a threat, and you don't know how to deal with us."