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❝WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!❞ I screamed, throat dully aching from all the shouting I had been doing. With a roll of his eyes, the male sighed, chuckling softly as he towered over me, as I was still chained to this damned chair.

"We both know the answer to that." He replied, a grin lighting up his features as calculated eyes bore into me. "I need to finish what I started, and you need to reconsider your future, Y/N." He said it in such a soft tone, but there was a sense of dulled anger behind it, as if he was holding himself back.

I fought against the chains, anything just to be able to move freely. My leg bounced crazily and my head was spinning, I hadn't taken my meds this morning, and I was cursing myself for doing so. They rattled, but seemed to have no intention of breaking free. My struggling, howver, amused the man.

"There's no need for that, Y/N. I can assure you, there will be no harm brought to-"

"Bullshit." I hissed, glaring up at the male, who seemed agitated, "So? What the fuck are you going by now?" I ask, gritting my teeth with every word. The scowl was wiped of his face as he merely shrugged, replaced with a fond smile as he looked up.

"Hmm. Father? Dad? Papa, pops." He pondered out loud. "Or are you still rebeling about that whole thing? You shouldn't disrespect your father." He smiled, but there wasn't an inch of warmth to it. It was almost crooked.

"You'll have to brain wash me to say that stupid shit." I scoffed, turning my head to the side. "I already have a dad, thanks. One that doesn't use me as a fucking lab rat." I spat, refusing to look at the male. He hummed, but it wasn't thoughtfully; moreso dissapointedly.

"Ah yes, Riizu fell for that overgrown prawn. Such a pity, really." He sighed, remembering his ex-wife like a bad day dream. "She could've been a great asset to the League." He wafted a hand, before flashing a wide smile, looking at me with hope. "No matter, you're twice as strong and lethal than that women anyway. And with the right training..." He trailed off, turning his back on me as he strode slowly towards the door, a small amount of light flooding in.

"You could hold the same strength as All Might." Eyes widening, I twisted and fought against the chains, writhing against the metal.

"LIKE FUCK I WILL! I'D RATHER DIE." I shout, making the man momentarily stop, glancing over his shoulder at me. Frowning, he glanced down, presumably at his wrist watch.

"My dear daughter, I'm afraid you don't get a choice. That's just the way it's intended." Sighing, he turned back around, humming as he looked at my pathetic figure, writhing against the chains holding me back. "It's a shame, really. That damned women, if not for her, than you could truly have power. But of course, you had to have been given her quirk, and not mine." He seemed conflicted, eyes tracing over the specks of dirt and the cracks in the flooring for a brief few seconds. I felt my muscles tense, hear rising to my head.

"Well, I for one am very fucking glad. I'm lucky to not have your quirk, it screams small dick energy." I mumbled the last part, but my point was reached as a flash of anger crossed his features, eyes momentarily widening. Clicking his tongue, he straightened his darkened suit and turned to the door.

"If you'd like to treat me as the 'bad guy', then I'll be 'the bad guy'." He opened the door fully, shining in a dull light from a dying fluorescent light in the hallway. I tsked, shaking my head.

"I'll get free, and then I'll defeat you, old man." I growled, making the older male snicker to himself. He paused, gripping the door handle in one hand as he shoved the other into his dress pants pocket.

"Oh, and by the way, I go by Poltergeist now. Fitting, wouldn't you agree?"

And with the shutting of the door, the light was gone, and I was left in the darkness. However, I could still hear a voice from outside the door. One that made my blood run cold.

❝SET UP THE TEST, THE GIRL IS READY. OH, AND MAKE SURE HER FRIENDS GET TO SEE IT TO.❞

With those words, I immediately knew what was about to go down. He had tried to do it right years ago, he'll definitely try it again. Swallowing the dryness in my throat, I felt tears threatening to appear, but I couldn't let them. Instead, I thought to do the only thing that would make me calm.

Taking in a deep breathe, I tried to relax, sitting uncomfortably with the chains bound to my wrists. They cut into my skin, which I tried to ignore, but failed.

❝I JUST WANT REVENGE,

AND A LITTLE BIT MORE,

AND A LITTLE BIT MORE,

LOWER YOUR DEFENSE,

JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE,

JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE,

ARE YOU CONFIDENT?

WITH A LITTLE BIT MORE,

WITH A LITTLE BIT MORE,

I'LL HIT YOU WITH SOME SENSE,

JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE,

JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE,

I JUST WANT REVENGE.❞

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No one was motivated for work, not even Iida, which was unusual for the class rep. Instead, he just stared down at his finished worksheet, sneaking glances at the clock every few seconds, as if praying the lesson would be over. Everyone else wore blank and bored expression, even the BakuSquad quiet for the first time in a year or two.

It was at this time that everyone would be hyped for lunch, with Sero trying to tape any unsuspecting, sleeping student to the roof, The girls laughing and talking away, Tokoyami sitting on his desk, despite the repeated warnings from Iida, Aizawa snoozing peacefully in his oh so comfortable sleeping bag whilst his class went insane.

Today, was a special exception for the silence. That being the missing spark in the middle of the room, usually caught flipping her small finger skateboard, screaming out random meme song lyrics for no apparent reason, annoying the resident hot-head, Bakugou or trying to smuggle out the class pet, Kaminari, who was usually sleeping.

A buzz abruptly sounded out, making the blackette teacher turn around, expected waiting for someone to own up so he could continue, or confiscate a phone if needed. Kirishima mumbled an apology, reaching into his pocket to silence his phone.

Instead, vermilion orbs widened as he stood up, so fast that his chair went flying backwards, hitting a sleeping Ashido, who squeaked as she jolted up, groggily.

"Mr Aizawa! It's from Y/N's number again!" He yelled, gaining the attention of every soul in that class. Aizawa flashed a look of hope for a brief moment before ushering for the red head to come to the front. By this time, everyone had gotten out of their seats to see what was happening, even Bakugou, who pushed Sero over a table so he could get a better view.

Hooked up to the projection, Kirishima's phone screen was displayed on the board for all to see.

11:29 am

Cutestbro#1<3 sent a video

Play?

Without thought, the redhead instantly pressed the play button, which took a moment to load. When it had finished, however, every one gasped in unison, some of the girls holding a hand over their mouths, some starting to cry whilst the boys just tried to get closer, with the exception of Kouda stepping away, burying his head in his hands.

There was Y/N, captured in a see through dome like structure that was rather large. The girl stood inside, panting harshly as the dome had multiple scratches and even miniature cracks. A scream blasted through the speakers, yellow electricity formed from the amount of voltage surrounding the girl as she fell to her knees, absorbing the hit as she screamed.

The electrocution simmered, leaving ragged breathes of the female to be heard, glowing with rage as she glared up.

"Ah Y/N, still as determined as ever, hmm?" An unseen voice tutted, "then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from my daughter." Eyebrows were raised, and wigs snatched, but everyone just stared in silence, waiting for some plausible explanation. Instead, the girl gave a grunt as she got back to her feet.

"Fuck off. You're no father. Not even a dad as fucked up as Endevour would try this shit." She spat, venom lacing her tone. A new figure entered the frame, looking particularly frustrated with what the young hero had just said, yet did his best to keep a blank expression.

"You wound me." He sighed, obviously tired with the display of willpower. Turning, he now faced the camera, vivid pink orbs staring at the students. A grin adorned his face, pushing his silver perm out of his face. "Ah, U.A students. And most importantly, my daughter's friends. The pleasure is mine, truly." He spoke as if he was addressing an old friend, when it was quite the opposite.

"My apologies, but unfortuantly, Y/N here will not be attending class anytime soon. Father-daughter bonding time, as you put it." He smiled, liking the idea. The beaten and battered blackette however, couldn't have looked more upset if she tried.

"Scum lord."

"Anywho," the male coughed, throwing a quick glare at the smaller female before looking back happily at the camera. "Where are my manners? I'm called Poltergeist, a villain if you will. Anyways, Kurogiri, take it away." He walked out of view from the camera, a proud smile crossing his features. Shikimo's face was filled with dread, her entire body shaking.

Green light corsed down her arms, a tornado erupting as a large blade formed around her right arm. With a blast and sudden movement, she slashed the dome section in front of her, but to her disappointment, it only left a minuscule scratch. The blade retracted as she looked about herself, eyes side with panic.

"Wait-!" It was too late. This time, blue electricity enveloped the dome, making the young heroine scream her lungs out as she fell once again, this time wrapping her arms over her stomach as her head was leaned on the ground. The electricity didn't cease this time, but for an odd reason it started to turn lighter and lighter.

With some crying, shouting or just deadly silent as they watched in horror of their friend being lit up like the Fourth of July, they also noticed the change of colours. The electricity turned green fast, and seemed to grow bright and bright until some were forced to look away.

An explosion rung out, and some were surprised to see that it wasn't Bakugou for the first time. The ashen blonde just watches in horror, eyes widened as his jaw hung slackly. The dome had shattered, and the sparks were cut off, leaving a glowing green smoke to fill the room. This also hit the camera, making the lens crack. Voices were heard, either shouted, or shrill shrieks from behind the camera.

Two green dots pierced through the smoke, but were multiplied from the cracked lens. Then, the recording cut off, making some cry out from the suspense. The red head whipped his head towards Aizawa, who seemed as if his soul had finally left him. Without giving any orders, the blackette dashed out the room, ushering a sentence that some barely heard.

❝WE NEED TO SAVE HER. NOW.❞