Fractured

Insanity

-Deku's pov-

The crimson blood stains my hands as I try to put pressure on the wound, tears running down my face. I look at her face. Her large brown eyes are halfway closed, and tears are forming at the corners. "I-I'm sorry! I'm s-so sorry!" I say for the thousandth time, guilt piercing throughout my entire body. I couldn't stop him. That other part of me. The part I hate. The part made by the villains. I hate them so much.

I feel a cold hand on my cheek, and blink, clearing the tears from my eyes. Images flash through my mind. Torture and screams. Thats all it is. Just pain. Uraraka-san, I'm so sorry.

The images stop, and she gives me a small smile, her hand falling limp, her eyes dulling. My mouth opens in a scream, but no sound comes out.

NO! NO! NO!

URARAKA-SAN!!!

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I bolt upright, breathing heavy. I look around, and remember what had happened. After some more questions, they decided I was mentally ill. I shift around on the hard mattress, the only view being the soft walls, and the cameras in the corners. There is a barely noticable outline of a door on the other side of the room.

I breath out shakily, remembering my nightmare.

Uraraka-san . . .

The door opens silently, Aizawa sensei coming in. I look down at my lap, not wanting to meet his eyes.

He walks up to me, and pulls out handcuffs from his pocket. I flinch when the cold metal snaps closed around my wrists next to the quirk cancelling bracelets. "Come on," Aizawa says, motioning me to follow him. I don't fight against it, knowing he could easily catch me if I try to run.

We walk for what seems like forever in uncomfortable silence, tension thick in the air.

We finally get to a door, and Aizawa sensei opens it, leading me inside.

Its a concrete room, walls, ceiling, and floor painted white. There is a wide mirror almost filling an entire wall. Aizawa sensei brings me to the table in the center of the room, and makes me sit. I look at the mirror, knowing that a room full of people is probably on the other side, watching me.

Aizawa sits across from me, and starts talking. "I'm going to ask you a few questions. Answer truthfully, we will know if you lie." His voice is bland like always. I shudder, a chill going down my back. A mix of fear and the coldness of the room. I nod.

"I will be blunt and get straight to the point, no use in stalling," he says dryly, "where is Uraraka?"

I blink, and look at him, my nightmare coming back to me. "W-what?"

"She went missing after she left the hospital. Where is she?" His voice gets harder. He may not show it, but he cares about his students.

Missing? That must mean- no. No no. Oh no. Please no.

I remember my nightmare, and panick fills me. That was what was happening. They're torturing her!

Good, if she dies you won't have anything holding you to the heroes.

Tears prick my eyes, knowing that they would be willing to kill her to keep me stuck to them. Don't kill her. Please don't kill her.

"Well?" Aizawa says, impatient. He must have seen the panic in my eyes, because I can tell he's preparing himself for the worst.

"I-I think th-they are, u-um," I swallow, fear for uraraka-san obvious in my voice. "T-t-t-torturing her." I end in a whisper, but Aizawa hears.

"Like they did to you?" He says bluntly. I flinch, but nod. "How bad?" His voice is grave, completely serious.

"Bad," I whisper, my tears running down my cheeks. I clutch my hands in my lap, trying to stop them from trembling. I start to hear them again. The screams. The laughter. I put my head down on the table, my whole body trembling. I can still feel the pain of hot irons being pressed onto my skin, the knives drawing blood wherever they were pressed.

My breath hitches when I feel a hand on my head. I know it was supposed to be comforting, but it doesn't change the vision that came.

"He is obviously insane. He has shown split personality. It would be fine except for the fact that his other personalty has villainous intent." Someone says, most likely the highest power in the room.

"He is still one of my students," Aizawa sensei says, principal nezu nodding along to what he said.

"Eraser head is right, he is still young, not to mention a UA student. Getting rid of him as you . . . suggest, is not an option. Or at least me and eraserhead believe so." Nezu says.

"Do you not remember when he lunged at one of his classmates? He had the intent to kill. Getting rid of him will just be karma. Karma that he deserves. We will get rid of him, and that is final. He will die"

A sharp pain goes through my head as I jump off the chair, running at the door. I don't want to die. It's not my fault.

I feel bands wrap around me, stopping me a foot from the door. I struggle against the restraints, fear coursing through my head.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" the scream rips from my throat, fueled by fear.

My wrist is burning. It hurts so much. I want to leave. Even with a quirk, I'm defenseless. Power gone because of a simple metal band around my wrist. Searing pain, burning down to my bones. It hurts. It hurts so much. I don't want to die. Burning. Burning. Everything is burning. My head hurts. My brain feels like it's shattering into tiny little pieces. Burning.

I let out one more scream, and the bands are gone. Everything is gone. I'm falling. Falling. Falling.

Small shards of glass appear in my vision, lives flashing inside of each one. They all pause on a picture of me. A red hologram looking thing appears in front of me.

Delete?

Yes                    no

I reach out my hand, and I press one of them.

Yes

Memories deleted

The lives continue to flash by, but with one thing different.

I am deleted.

No one will remember me.

The shards of glass speed towards me, encasing me in a glass container. Cold seeps into my bones, causing me to go into a deep sleep.

My quirk was much more than visions.

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Not even I knew this would happen-

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