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chapter 2

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5 MONTHS LATER

"AHHHH PLEASE STO- AHH STOP" He shrieked and tugged on his arms, trying to slip out of the restraints on his wrists that were roughly holding him down against the cold metal table. Suddenly, the device that was sending sharp and painful radio waves into his brain finally shut off. He let out a gasp as his head fell back, and tears streamed down his face as he took in labored breaths.

"Now Izuku, you knew that this was going to be tedious and painful. Don't fight against it." His voice sounded like needles in Izukus brain, sending sharp, painful spikes into the side of his head as he clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the voice of the doctor.

Izuku was so excited to get a quirk. When he got home that night 5 months ago, he forced his mother to help him pack, choosing all his favorite clothes and different toys. He told his mom he was going to be so brave and soon, he would be a hero just like All Might!

He was so wrong.

Now he was here, locked in a room, chained to a bed at night, then tied down to a table during the day. The room was dark and cold with light gray walls and white floors. A small bed was placed in the corner with white bed sheets, now stained red from months of Izuku rubbing his ankles raw, trying to escape the chains encasing them. There was also a bookcase on the other side of the room that had a few books, but the shelf wasn't even close enough for him to reach while chained to the bed. And then there was the table.

The dreaded metal table where he spent the majority of his days. He hated the table most of all. During the day, he would be tied down, then the doctor would place a metal helmet on his head. Different wires connected the helmet to a metal plate that was next to the table, next to the doctor. It had a bunch of different switches on it, but they all did the same thing; send excruciating shockwaves through Izukus brain. Just like a few moments ago. 

All of a sudden the door to the jail like bedroom swung open, showing one of the doctors sidemen.

"Sir, the chip has been activated." The doctor turned to the man who stood by the door, clipboard held to his chest. The doctor gave him a wide smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Perfect. Then, Izuku," The doctor turned his attention to the boy who lied on the table, still trying to catch his breath. "You're finally ready to meet the master." 

Izuku tried to ignore the voice of the man and instead tried to bring his focus to the tiny figurine that sat on top of the bookshelf. All of the belongings he brought with him were taken, they told him he would get them back when his program was over, but he begged and cried for them to let him keep the little action figure, and they finally decided that he could take it along with him. The tiny thing helped him stay grounded while the doctor tortured him for hours on end, but as he stared at the action figure now, he started to get angry, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his head.

Take it. Take it and kill him.

Izuku groaned as he pulled his gaze away, the pain subsiding into a light throb. What does that mean? Why was the action figure not making him feel better? Not helping him feel grounded and hopeful? Why was it now causing a sharp torturous pain down the middle of his brain?

He barely noticed the restraints holding him down get taken off until he was pulled up into a sitting position.

"Izuku, your time in this room is over. But that doesn't mean your program is. You see I work for a man, he is a genius, and he knows that you will help him reach the ultimate goal for society." Izuku could've sworn his brain would explode with the amount of pain shooting through it whenever the doctor spoke, but he tried to listen anyway. "You are going to start training under him, he's going to teach and train you on how to make his goals a reality."

None of this was making sense, Izuku brought his hand to his hair trying to rub the pain away, but it was ultimately useless.

"I thought I was getting a quirk?" Izuku asked, although the idea of this form of torture helping him gain a quirk at all dispersed months ago. But still, what does he mean ultimate goal for society? "I don't understand, I just wanted a quirk so I could be a hero..." Izuku was extremely confused, he felt hopeless, like he'd never get out of there, and his head started to throb even more, he let out a whine of pain, bringing both of his hands up to grip his head, trying to compress the pain.

The doctor decided to choose his words carefully, "Well Izuku, you are going to receive a quirk, it just takes time. The master chose you specifically because you are the only one who can wield the power that will be given to you." Izuku groaned as he looked up through his hands at the doctor. He was growing even more irritated with the words coming out of the doctor's mouth, giving his nastiest glare, practically sending invisible daggers at the man. "You really don't have a choice in the matter anyway. You are now tied to the master with the chip placed in your head. You will achieve the goals he has placed on you." 

All of this was too much for the green haired child's mind to understand, and tears began to fall from his face. He rested his head in his hands and tugged on his hair, trying to focus the pain from the inside of his head to the outside.

"What about the boys mother sir? Unlike the other boy, this one's mother is... involved. She continues to call to check up on him." The man gripping the clipboard spoke in the moment of silence, bringing the doctor's attention away from the boy to look over at him.

"Tell her the child experienced complications with the procedures. When the lawsuit comes through, bribe her, or find a way to keep her quiet. I don't care what you have to do." Izukus eyes widened, what does that mean? He asked himself. Fear started to creep into his senses at the idea of never seeing his mom again.

"Wait.." Izuku looked up from his hands at the doctor, "What's going to happen to my mom?" His head started to pound, a rhythmic bumping pulsating against his skull. 

"Don't worry child, we have ways to keep her quiet, as long as she doesn't disclose the information about this program, she will be fine." The doctor told him while gesturing for him to stand, "One day, you will see her again." Izuku stood up, causing his vision to blank for a moment before he was pulled by his arm, forced to follow the bald man. Even though he felt a rough pounding in his head, he had no choice but to believe what the old man had said, his only light in the tunnel of darkness that his life would soon become.

When they exited the dusty jail like room, the doctor continued to pull Izuku by his arm  through the long hallway, it was brighter than his room, but still dimly lit, almost like a horror movie hallway; long and never ending. They finally stopped outside of a different door. The doctor dropped Izukus arm and told him to wait.

Izuku stood still, staring down at
the floor, waiting for the man to leave him alone in the hall. After the doctor walked into the room, Izuku took a deep breath before he slumped down against the wall, placing his head on his knees, and closing his eyes, trying to stop the pounding in his head. Why is this happening?
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"What should we do sir?" The clipboard man asked the doctor when he entered the room. "Isn't it abvious?" The doctor walked over to the desk that sat in the middle of the room, picking up a folder named IZUKU MIDORIYA. "Kill the mother."
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damn, poor Inko catching a fade