Protecting Him

Chapter 58. Seeds of Evil

***Minor Manga spoilers/mentions of murder/slight gore(?)***

I've been wandering... wandering, lost in a maze of bitter memories. My mind replaying the last attack. Had Katsuki made it out alright? Had All Might survived??! Was Hiro okay? Had everyone known our secret by now?!

After being thrown across the battlefield, and with my desperation to fight my father, my quirks combined and combusted the area around me. Resulting in an explosion. I lost control and created a mixture of power between my bubble shields, and my manipulation quirk. I had fire surrounding me one moment and the next, the ground below me burst. A bubble shield bounced me into the air throwing me until I landed far away from All Might and AFO.

That was hours ago... I think. I don't know. I can't remember the way back to UA or anything in specific. My mind slowly lost itself in numbness and I started to wander within the isolated streets. I did my best to avoid any loud noises as I started to feel my head spinning and that mysterious voice again.

My breathing became more rapid and shallow. Tormenting thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow down so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in sharp gasps and I feel like I will black out any second now.

My heart is hammering inside my chest.

"[Name] Sweetie, you're not alone. Don't be afraid. I'm here now." I hear him tell me. "Come, take my hand. You'll be safe with me."

I take his hand and I walk. I walk with him not really knowing where we were heading but for some reason, I felt safe. And yet I began to remember more...

4th Flashback~ (Six years ago)

It was about half a year since I had turned 12. Hiro was 1, he was under my care for most of the time. Which wasn't much... ever since I was brutally bestowed five quirks, I was trained harshly by several people, including my father who I learned he went by the alias of All for One.

Occasionally I had needles poking my arms, serums infiltrating my body, harsh exercise routines to keep my body in shape. I was only twelve when I learned the fine concept of martial arts and other combat skills.

My father supervising each and every one of my training sessions with his signature evil smirk. However, there was one day when that smirk vanished and got replaced by a dark and serious expression.

"Release him." He ordered.

"Wait! She's not ready yet, she's still got much to learn Master. Setting him against her, she'll—"

My trainer's words were cut off by my father who calmly told him he needed not to worry about me. "Surely she knows better than to die. Knowing her, she's not displaying her true knowledge of combat in front of me, what a rebellious child. Seems like this is the only way to see what she can do."

My face turned pale as I heard him speak through the speaker. I was thrown into one of the rooms used to train. A man who looked utterly harmful stood six feet away from me. He said, "All right Girly, let the game of survival commence."

"What?" I dumbfoundingly spoke. I didn't even have enough time to check my surroundings when, the ground below cracked open and dropped me a couple feet below. I was suddenly seeing about five men with identical black suits surrounding me.

It was not like the training I had experienced before. Even the arena differed. It seemed like the man I had saw, the same man mentioned by my father before was the final boss I needed to defeat in order to succeed the training exercise.