All Izuku could see was Darkness, Darkness, and more Darkness. He was in a wet, cold, stone room. They would come for him soon, like they have been. He has been learning to take the pain. If he couldn't accomplish what the grey haired man said, he would make his skin hurt. Izuku already gave up crying for help. Nobody else cared for him.. He doesn't know how long he's been here, and how long he has to stay. All he could remember is the time he spent here, nothing before, nothing after. The door opened, filling the room with what little light was out of his cell. Izuku didn't even bother to look up, he knew who it was. He just tensed himself, hoping they would take it easy on him today. "C'mon kid, it's that time of day again." The Grey Haired man said.

   The man had many hands all over his body. He was his usual "trainer". His usual abuser. Izuku trudged his small body out of the cell. He tripped, but he couldn't cry. Izuku pushed himself back up and pushed forward, holding back the waterfall that his eyes were about to release. If he cried, the grey haired man would hurt him. Today they were using Izuku's quirk. "K', kid you have to use your quirk to hit that target," the man would point to the target 300 feet away, "with this knife." He'd hand Izuku the knife, which he had named Kira.

     He doesn't know why he named the knife that, it just made him feel better. Izuku thought of hate. That's the only way he could focus and use his power. He threw the knife the long distance, hitting the edge of the target. "Tsk tsk tsk" The grey haired man said.

     Izuku looked at the man with fearful eyes. "You gotta' do better then that.." they grey haired man said as he turned his skin to ash.

     Izuku muffled a scream, knowing that it would last longer if he did anything. "Again Deku". They had started calling him that, Deku meaning useless. Izuku had thought about it, and he thought it fitted. After all, what use was he to anyone in the world?

     He was just their tool, as they said. Izuku threw again with his other arm, since his right hand was broken. He hit the inner ring. The grey haired man sighed, "That will have to do. Go to the doctor." The grey haired man said as he pointed to the door. 

   The grey haired man had brought Izuku a Doctor so he could practice again and again every day. The Doctor looked at Izuku, eyes widening. As the Doctor healed Izuku, Izuku heard him mutter "Why would they do this, to a Child even.." Izuku looked at the doctor with a strange look. What did he mean? Is this not normal for someone to go through? Am I supposed to be ding something else? But of course, Izuku couldn't say anything, or someone would punish him. 

     It was meal time, the sun being in the middle of the sky. He went to the black mist, who insisted on Izuku calling him Kurogiri. "Eat." Kurogiri instructed. 

     It was mush, the only thing he ever eats. A faint memory surfaces. Food being.. Warm, was it? But it was quickly swept away, as if it were caught in a whirlpool. Izuku began to eat, but heard The Black mist- Kurogiri, mutter something. Izuku looked up, and tilted his head, implying he didn't hear what the mist had said.

     The Mist said one simple word, and that was what made Izuku's brain set fire.

     "U.A." The Mist said.

      Izuku clutched his head, something coming into his mind, but the pain was blocking it out. It was as if someone had stabbed his brain with a red hot knife. The pain started to subside. When it finally went away, the only thing to remind him of what actually happened was a slight throb in the back of his head.

        "Good to see the.. Medicine works." The mist said. "Now go back to Tomura. 

        Izuku followed his orders, afraid of what was to come. He went back to the grey haired man for more training. "Now, you must learn to fight. You have to fight heroes, the people who broke all your bones when you first came here". Izuku recalled being brought here for the first time, excessively bleeding.

    Izuku only nodded, the only thing he could do. "Now, channel your power into your arms and hit this punching bag, Deku." The name Deku always resurfaced memories.

    He tried to remember but nothing came up. He was thinking for too long. "Oh? Is Deku being rebellious? WE are your masters, you answer to us, and us only" the grey haired man said as he punished Izuku.

     Izuku was about to try to explain himself, but he kept his mouth shut.

   "Ugh, go to your cel- room.." The grey haired man said.

    After being healed by the Doctor, he trudged back on to his cell. This was free time, he can't be punished for the normal things here. Izuku hugged his knees and started to cry. With a shaky breathe he said 

"H-help.."

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-Out of The League of Villains HQ-

It's been 2 weeks since they took Midoriya. 2 Weeks of Utter failure of finding him. 2 Weeks of complete depression. They had failed him. These thoughts were running through Ochako's mind as they were taking a test. There was always part of the day where the class would look for Deku, with no prevail. They had told most of the heroes, they had put signs up, almost everything. She had not noticed that she had started to cry. That was mostly what they did. "Class.." Aizawa Sensei said. 

    "We have some information on The Midoriya Case". Most of them looked at Aizawa Sensei immediately.

     "We know the general area of the capturing, thanks to Night Eye. He's been on the case since the beginning. Apparently a Doctor in the Sakura District was kidnapped, and as you know, Izuku's quirk is very destructive on him, so it's safe to assume that that was the reason for the kidnapping." Everyone got hopeful at that moment.

      "BUT, this is just a hunch. do NOT get your hopes up." It was too late for that though. They had their hopes up 100%.

      "We will investigate further tomorrow, and if that's the place we need, we'll discuss rescue plans the day after. Class dismissed."

      This was a feeling class 1-A hadn't felt in a while: Excitement, hope, happiness. Neito, the classman from 1-B who despised class 1-A, walked up to Ochako, with a smug look on his face.

        "I guess class 1-A can't even do anything as simple as babysitting. They can't even find the ki-" his sentence was cut short from Ochako punching him in the nose.

        She then made him float and left him up there. "I Guess they can't handle the truth either!" he yelled as Ochako walked away.

         "Neito! Don't be like that! You know very well they've been trying. They are very upset about this! Put aside that hatred of yours and be a human being for once!" Kendo, the class 1-B big sister said to Neito. "I'm so sorry!" Kendo yelled to Ochako. Ochako just gave her a grunt as an answer.

       Ochako had changed ever since Midoriya was taken. She was moody, and not at all a happy-go-lucky, bubbly girl like she used to be. Everyone who wasn't in class 1-A usually stayed away from her. She felt like it was her fault specifically since she was right there when it happened. She hadn't told anyone she felt like htis. She felt as if she needed to bare this burden on her shoulders, alone. She continued to walk towards class 1-A's dorms. They banded together there since most of them were sad, and couldn't handle being alone. Moods were surprisingly good when she got there. She put away her stuff and changed. She came downstairs to the class dinner. 

        Everyone was chatting, and looked much happier then they had been. This was caused from the news Aizawa~Sensei had told them earlier that day. She began to help make dinner, but eventually started to talk with them as well.

       After they all ate, Kaminari raised his glass and said "To Midoriya, we will risk our lived to save our friend! Cheers!" they all agreed as hey clinked their glasses together.

       "Thats Manly as hell!"

       "Lets get 'em!"

        "That bastard will owe me for this!"

        Ochako did something that she didn't think she'd do in a very long time. She smiled and raised her glass to her friends. "To Midoriya!"

        "To Midoriya!" They all shouted in Union.

At the League of Villains Headquarters

Izuku threw Kira, his knife, at the target. He hit spot on and didn't break his arm. He found that if he measured his hate, it would change the power of his quirk. He was now just a mindless Deku. After the incident that happened 2 days ago, they did.. something.. to him. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to. He couldn't fight against them. That meant death. Like they did to the doctor. "Hey! Good job Deku!" The grey haired man said.

    He patted Izuku's head like he was awarding a dog. The grey haired man smiled darkly, "But we all know you could have done better than that." He said as he punished Izuku.

    The pain was unbearable, but Izuku just stood still. He had a something in his mind come up, but it quickly went down. "Now to take your pills like a good Deku." Izuku did as he said.

      Izuku got the pills from Kurogiri and took them, trying to be good. He finished and stood there awaiting directions.

    "We don't need you currently, so go to your room." Kurogiri said.

     Izuku went to his room and hung his head, with his arms hanging limp. This was how they told him to stand when he wasn't being used. He tried to recall a memory of better times, but he couldn't.

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