Villain Deku: Ivy

Ivy: Part 2

I woke up to the quiet sound of voices. Suddenly alert, I touched the itchy bandages covering my bruises and injuries. Pain flooded through my body as I sat up. This morning's event ran through my head. That jerk Bakugou did nothing to help me. It is all his fault! I was sick of the bullying, of the hurting. I clenched my bleeding fist. People are not born equal.

What I needed to do to make things right, was clear as glass. I need to make this world equal. I need to get rid of every single quirk. It is the only way that quirkless people can have an equal chance to be someone great. And people with quirks? They can understand how it feels. Time for revenge.

My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. Looking around, I could see that I was in a small bed, with a table next to me. I was in a small, cold metal room, with a door facing the bed. Fluorescent lights glowed from outside the door. Voices echoed from down the hall.

"What should we do with the kid?" a low voice hissed, "His missing posters are everywhere."

"Well, don't kill him! That's boring!" The high giggly voice echoed throughout the metal corridor.

"We will see. He may not realize we are villains. It is not necessary to kill him unless we have a reason," a deep booming voice mused.

"But master..." the hissy voice whined. The voices died down. I leaped off the bed. These people were villains. They may even be the villains I am looking for. I had to try to join him. Something deep within me rose up. Something sharp, cold, and mean. A thirst for revenge, a dark need for justice. I swung open the door, and rushed down the corridor to the last room. A cold green light shined through the glass window. I took a deep breath and swung the door open.

"He has awoken," said a tall man with a black mask covered in tubes and a black and white tuxedo. His booming voice was amused.

"Master, should I kill him?" The giggly voice belonged to a girl with a drunk smile and two blond, loose buns on either side of her head. She threw a knife at me, missing by not even an inch.

"I can do the honors," said the last man, glaring at the girl. He took out a gun, pointing it at my head.

"No need for that, yet," the tall man smiled. The man with the gun sat down, disappointed. He had light blue hair and red eyes with a scar on his lip. I took a deep breath.

"I want to join you," I said before I could change my mind.

"Oh, now isn't this interesting," the tuxedo man chuckled, "do you know who we are?"

"You're villains," I smiled back, "and I am looking to be a villain, too." The tuxedo man looked a little taken aback.

"Well, tell us a little bit about yourself, and maybe we will let you join us."

I had nothing to lose, so I grew confident. I felt the adrenaline rush through my veins.

"My name is Izuku Midoriya. I have been bullied throughout my life for being quirkless, despite the fact I was born this way. I am going to go straight to the point. I want to destroy all quirks. Starting with the quirk of the guy who pushed me off the bridge."

Silence. The tuxedo man cocked his eyebrow and grinned. The shaggy blue haired man glanced at me, differently, now with understanding and respect. The girl leaned back in her chair and laughed, maniacally.

"Are you willing to do whatever it takes for your dream to become reality?" The tuxedo man stood up placing his hands on the table.

"Yes." I said this with confidence knowing that this way I could make a difference.

"Then welcome," he said, leaning back casually, throwing his hands in the air.

"Do you want a quirk?" I didn't think I heard him right. It is impossible to give someone a quirk.

"Uh, what?"

"My name is All For One. This is Toga Himiko and Tomura Shigaraki. I can give and steal quirks. Toga can become a look alike of you if she drinks your blood and Tomura can disintegrate you if all five of his fingers touch you."

"Hehe, nice to meet you Izuku!!" Toga gave me a toothy smile.

"Nice to have some fresh blood around here," Tomura hissed, glaring at Toga.

"So? Do you want a quirk?" All For One asked as if it was normal. I gave him a crooked, hard smile. This was my chance.

"Yes, please..."