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Chapter 1 - Long Awaited Help

Heavy labored breath heaved in their chest. Her knuckles with permanent bruises were bloodied. Bare shoulders arch forwards defining an exhausted fighting stance. Her eyes glowed with anger staring into the eyes of a big burly man who looks beaten just as badly as her. A large gash bleeds across her lower back, the wound was delt by the rusted jagged blade handled between the mans massive hands.

The chanting masculine screams of the audience echo above her. They are placed in the bellows of a dirty pit covered in dried and fresh blood. Above the pit tower tall barred walls that the audience reaches out from. Their grubby hands reach out in anger or exhilaration. "YOU BETTER FUCKIN WIN TITAN" "I HAVE $500 ON THE GIRL" "FUCK YOU MAN" Their voices bounce off the walls but don't penetrate the small girl's mind.

This was her life, her purpose. Red-stained wings flap reflexively, and the muscles in her back feel tense like a rubber band just about ready to snap. She wanted to finish this soon so she can go back to her room. She spits out the blood pooled in her mouth before lifting herself into the air. In a jolting moment, she is in front of the man named Titan. Got ya. Beneath the look of intimidation in his eyes there is fear... Rightfully so.

He lets out a yell reflexively swinging at the girl but she pushes his fist past her using his momentum to rock a fist up into his jaw, stumbling back she snatches the rusted blade from his sausage fingers. She places a foot on his chest backed with her weight he tips onto his back and as he makes contact with the dirt floor she plunges the uneven knife into his sternum, twisting, cutting, pulling out, and repeating the action higher up in his neck. The man gurgles out a scream reaching to the hands that cheered for him.

With a heavy breath, the girl stands hunched over his body, in a long stride she steps off the man now a corpse, tossing the useless blade off to the side she stands in the center of the arena. Cheers erupt from the audience. People throw glasses at her in anger, shattering at her bare feet.

"AND THAT BOYS IN WHY SHE'S UNBEATABLE" the commentator yells into the mic. The shadowed man points a bony finger at her tired figure "OUR VERY OWN ODYSSYS'S HARPY". Such a stupid name... I wanna sleep

The barred entrances creaks open as 6 men enter from both sides of the arena. Her sharp eyes glare at them as they handle shackles and tasers. She lets out a low rumbled snarl showing off her teeth. Her body rises into the air, wings extending creating an intimidating image. Her bloodied beaten body casting a shadow on the guards. "common sweetheart" one teases attaching a shackle to one of the ankles. leave me alone bastard

She thrashes pulling the man off his feet until another guard latches a cuff on her hands, then another on her other ankle. A scream rips through her chest as one punches a sharp taser into the middle of her wings. She spasms and collapses exhausted. 6 men tackle her motionless body chaining feet to feet, hands to hands, elbows to elbows, wings to wings, and of course a heavy leather muzzle around her face, the only thing that could be seen through the mask is her deep eyes.

Her body is dragged from the arena as people move to get another drink before the next fight or converse about the previous match. "Damn I was hoping she'd die, I've been waiting to buy a cute corpse to fuck" A grotesque man complains in the crowd. A hooded figure scoffs and turns away pulling out a phone and sending a text...

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Shifting in her sleep the chains pull across the concrete floor of the room. The dim light fixture in the roof was the only source of light in the whole room. She lay on a single sheet on the floor which was covered in dried blood and old stains. Her eyes crack open looking at the bare walls. She was tired, her muscles screams for rest and her head was throbbing from the numerous amounts of concussions she's suffered. Worst of all was the feeling in her spine where she has been tased over and over again, her wings felt locked and tense every time she gets taken down.

Her arms were chained together from the elbow to her wrists. She was used to it at this point. Even though she looks young she was accustomed to the torturous conditions of her... home. She sighs pressing her wings to the ground and pushing herself up so she sits up against the wall. Luckily they chain her legs by the ankles rather than her knees so she can walk around. Her wings are covered in layers of dirt, blood, and spit, Her feathers splinter off and are misshapen from her fights luckily they shed a lot so they don't stay that way for long. Though her wings are darkened with filth you can tell the original colour would have been pure white.

She sat and awaited her next meal and water, she always reived nourishment as a reward for winning, out of all the other jail mates she was the best fed, but that didn't mean she was healthy. Her body was strong enough to fight but you can see her ribs through her skin which is constantly greyed and pale not from complexion but lack of nourishment. Her skin was riddled with scars, deep, long, and short, the discoloring of her skin was a mark of strength in this place. She has't earned them through a long well lived life. Only 18 but her skin was well-worn.

I'm so hungry... What day is it? Francis said yesterday was Friday... Saturday... Or was that yesterday? Where is my food dammit... So hungry

Head hung low she waited... and waited.

They usually don't care when I'm fed but they know they have to feed me

The last time the girl didn't get the food she killed her opponent and several audience members, They tend to keep her fed on time since then... Where are they?

Screams echo down the halls, not uncommon, actually extremely common. Sometimes when fighters get beaten they don't fully die so they kill them afterward. No this wasn't a killing scream. The girl's wings flick reflexively like the tail of a cat.

Footsteps? No, running... running?

The sound of a body hitting the door and slumping to the ground could be heard from inside the room. "Get them out of here! Ambulances should be here by now!" A stern voice instructs from outside. "We need water over here!" "This guy is on his last legs! He doesn't have time!" "None of them have much time! just get them out!" "More guards are coming! I'll deal with them! Get the rest of them out!!"

What's happening?... Wheres my food?

A hand grabs onto the handle of the girl's cell and pulled the door open with a click. As light floods the room a man dressed in all black with a bandaged scarf around his neck stands in the doorway. Behind him, a man was being carried out the cell across from her room, as the victim looks at the open door he screams catching the attention of all the heroes.

"NO GOD NO! DON'T LET HER OUT! LET IT DIE! IT'LL KILL US ALL! GOD HELP US!" The man thrashes in the hero's arms. "Sir please calm down you're safe now" "NO SHUT THAT DAMN DOOR! LORD GET ME AWAY FROM HER!" even though the man looks on the brink of death he stumbles to his feet and sprints down the hall and out of the building. "I'm not staying around for them to let her out!" another yells following the man, each hero has to let go of their victims as they all sprint to safety. The only jailmate left was... Her.

A bigger man with dark skin steps next to the man in the doorway. "Should we let her out?" He whispers uncertainly. Even with all the commotion she still sits on the back wall... still, head down, her greasy hair hung to the front of her face. Without speaking the man in black steps into the cell. "We are here to save you, can you walk?" he asks plainly but she doesn't respond "Are you in need of medical assistance? we have a medical team outside if you need any assistance" He reaches down to a shackle to inspect it, and as his hands move the chain in an instant she was in his face, a leg kicks up but he steps back just missing his jaw.

"We are here to help" He warns raising his hands, She runs towards finding herself taut against the chains in the wall. Through the muffle on her face, he can hear her growl, a pair of deep red eyes stare daggers into his eyes. The man lets out a sigh noticing a buckle to the side of the muzzle, he raises his hand to her face "OI! Eraserhead what are you doing?" The other hero says.

Without saying a word Eraserhead clicks the buckle to the muzzle letting it drop to the floor. The girl had a thin face, scars across her cheeks, and a split lip. She lets out a huff from her nose but seems to of calmed a small bit. "Let us help you," He says bending down and placing a hand on her shackled ankle, with a key he's obviously stolen he opens the ankle cuffs. The girl twists her ankles stretching out her muscles. Eraserhead stands back up unlocking her arm brace and then her wings, standing behind her she turns to look at him. He tries to read her but she seems to have no emotion in her eyes.

Suddenly a kick was sent straight into the man's chest, without time to react he falls back looking up just in time to see her fly through the doorway, knocking a fist into the side of Rock Lock's face. In the same motion, she uses her foot to kick the cell door shut before dashing down the hall.

Heavy breathing, labored breath.

God, I'm so tired... Gotta get out... Gotta leave... Gotta

Her head throbbed as her body hit the ground. The exhaustion had gotten to her body. Without being fed for a couple of days and having just fought for hours on end her body has given up before her will.

The two heros walk up to her still body.

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Aizawa had been on this case for a month now. An underground fighting rings using people like fighting dogs. People who were kidnapped from the streets or sold. The ring had been used for years as a large-scale betting ring. Aizawa had come in once a week, inspecting the place, writing notes, and collecting information on the jailed victims. He had spent the month seeing the girl the ring called Odyssys's Harpy. A girl with dirty pink hair with wings and observed pyrokinetic abilities. Two quirks. She had won every battle Aizawa observed no matter how strong the opponent was, he found that most of her opponents were much stronger than any others fighter in the rings.

It had been 2 weeks since then, healers had been placed on each of the kidnapped victims helping them heal the deep wounds. By now most of them had left and been put into rehabilitation programs to help them reintegrate into society. Aside from her. After class Aizawa headed to the hospital where she was kept. He had done this every couple of days to check on her progress, he felt a sort of need to take care of her. He had grown fond of his class and seeing such a young girl with the strength to probably take out most of his students. He needed to help.

A nurse dashes past him knocking his shoulder. "She's awake! I need Doctor Gen!" she yelps to a follow doctor who runs down the hall assumably to get Doctor Gen. Aizawa's steps quickens having a hunch as to who they were talking about. Turning into the room he sees it.

A very frightened nurse pressed into the wall as the young girl scrambles around the room grabbing the closest sharp object which happens to be a pole attached to a pair of blinds. Her eyes look to Aizawa eyes growing wide as she flies at him, He activates his quick eyes flashing, Her wings suddenly drop causing her to stumble and roll on the floor. The nurse quickly dashes out of the room watching from the doorway.

The young girl grumbles holding her shoulder. Aizawa Grabs her by the arm pushing her back to her bed. Surprisingly she stays put but keeps a very angry eye on him. "They are here to help you. Don't attack them" he says sternly, She lets out a huff. He sees that she has visibly calmed down. He steps pulling a seat to the side of her bed.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up... you're very strong" he compliments... no reaction. "I'd like to ask you a few questions but if you have any for me I'm happy to answer them" There's a pause. A very long pause. Aizawa goes to speak but she opens her mouth for the first time to speak.

"Where... am I?" Her voice was shrill, it sounded like she hadn't properly spoken for months. "You're in a hospital, You've been asleep for 2 weeks. The nurses have done a great job healing you, do you feel any pain?" he asks "Hungry" she speaks "Nurse?" Aizawa turns to the still-frightened nurse in the doorway. She squeaks a "yes!" before running away.

In the meantime, Aizawa goes through some typical questions, and after some food she calms much more down. Their conversation consists of very short answers and matter-of-fact statements.

"What is your name?"

"Oydssy's Harpy"

"No your given name"

"Oydssy's Harpy"

"Aside from that"

"...They called me Y/N once"

"Ok Y/N, how old are you?"

"18... I think"

"You think?"

"It's been 2234 days since my 12th birthday"

"How do you know that?"

"Counted"

"Right... What is your quirk?"

"Wings... Fire sometimes"

"Can you control your fire?"

"No"

"Would you like to"

"How?"

"You train"

"I hate training"

"Did you train a lot before"

"Yes"

"How?"

"They'd hang me from the ceiling and slash at my back until I couldn't breathe"

Aizawa paused, she said it so matter of factly. She looked unbothered.

"That isn't training. Not how we do it"

"We?"

"With UA. Have you heard of UA?"

"A man once said he trained there"

"Did you fight him?"

"Yes... if you need to know he's dead"

Aizawa hums in understanding. Aizawa asks more questions about how the ring worked, who she knew, and what she knew. It wasn't much. Aizawa mainly learned about the horrible condition she was kept in for years.

"I hope you haven't asked about her application before I meet her," A voice says from the doorway. Looking there were people in the doorway, a skinny skeletal figure with outrageous blonde hair and a...

Is that a rat?

The rat sat on the man's shoulder. They walk in and the rat man jumps down standing at the girl's feet.

"No, I hadn't yet" Aizawa sighs. The girl looked at the excited mouse man. "Young... ah" The taller man stops. "Y/n" Aizawa corrects "Young Y/n would you like to join UA?"

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huh?