Supernova

Chapter Three - Learn to Control Yourself

"Alright," Aizawa said, giving me a nod. "Well, I supposed we'll find out."

And everything went black.

When my eyes opened again, I was looking up at the panelled ceilings of the dingy classroom. Realizing that I must be on the ground, and flooding with fear that I had no idea what happened, I started screaming. I got to my feet, shoved myself into the furthest possible corner, continuing the fill the room with a blood curdling noise that I couldn't stop. Aizawa was at the at the table, looking up at me, seeming a lot more awake than usual.

"Stronghold, you're awake," he said, nodding slowly, holding his hands out in a way that seemed it was supposed to be calming. It was ineffective.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I screamed when I was finally able to form words.

"Stronghold, you're fine," Aizawa said, his eyes flaring with confusion. "I turned your quirk off and you passed out."

"What the fuck did you do?" I screamed more, none of his words registering with me.

"Nothing!" He yelled back. "You're fine!"

Without thinking, I started to charge at the table. However, he was a pro with a lot more skill than my classmates. The scarves that he wore around his neck started moving, about as fast as my body could, and they wrapped around me, keeping me contained at considerable distance briefly. I didn't know what this fabric was, but I didn't care. All that was on my mind was that he'd bested me, and I needed to kill him. I lifted the closest one of the scarves to my mouth, bit it, and yanked on it until it tore.

"How did you do that?" Aizawa asked, surprised.

I didn't answer, and instead went for another piece of the cloth. Everything went black again.

When I opened my eyes again, I could see the floor on one side, and the dusty baseboard heater directly in front of me. From the angle of the wall and floor, and the way that the dust was moving with the rhythm that must be my own breath, I realized that I must be back lying down, cheek pressed to the floor. I tried to move, but I couldn't. I started panicking and the screaming started again.

"Stronghold," Aizawa sighed as he appeared in front of me, crouching down towards my face.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" I screamed when the part of my brain that held the words woke back up. "Let me go right now!"

"Calm down," he shouted over my screaming. His eyes were annoyed, but they were honest, and that put me somewhat at ease. "And I'll let you up."

I struggled a while longer, but after some time, I realized that the only way to get my control back was to listen and bow. I focused on the dust dancing in my breath in front of me, and coaxed the rage that was flooding through me down into a manageable amount. I couldn't think about where my arms and legs were. All I could do was make sure Aizawa was in my peripheral vision the entire time.

"Are you done?" He asked after my breathing rate had slowed and I'd stopped struggling.

"For now," I hissed from the floor. "Let me up."

He did. My hands must have been tied up behind my back and my ankles to them, but since I couldn't see either, I wasn't able to get myself out of them. That was certainly a downfall of having no sensory perception. It took him a considerable amount of time to free me. That compliment put me a little more at ease. When I regained the ability to move again, I got back to my feet quickly. Aizawa motioned for me to join him back at the table, which still had my file and papers scattered out across it. He must have been reading while I'd been sleeping.