The past few weeks have been rougher than usual, gaining multiple new wounds from several of the tests they made you do. Some of those tests were fights with actual villains- not that you knew they were- and in all those fights, none of them came out alive.
Lately they had you use your mutation quirk more, making you use your claws, your fangs as well as your wings.
Your wings were great shields, being able to harden into steel for a few minutes at a time. Each feather was detachable and somewhat controllable, capable of swooping into an opponent either to attack (stab, cut, etc) or to pin them to the wall or ground. You were yet to get them to carry anything heavy as you were still developing, and with the lack of the specific training, you didn't know how to fly.
If developed, your wings could be of great use, especially at a surprise attack against your opponents since you were capable of hiding your animalistic features and making you look more 'normal'
It was a strong transformation quirk.
However, Shigaraki didn't see that as he was amazed too much at your unknown emitter quirk, that he found your wings useless.
And that's the reason why you were sitting on a chair with your arms tightly cuffed to the metal table in front of you. Your mutations out, showing off your now fully white wings.
They use to be a brilliant (y/f/c) but had faded to white, much like your (y/h/c) hair. The stress you were under, really took a toll on you.
Whimpering, you watched as S.A.25 walked in assisted by guards, who were to keep him in place. You knew this wasn't going to be good at all- not like anything was nice there, but it just meant that being cuffed to a table and having him there meant they were probably going to experiment on you, inject all sorts of things that would cause you loads of pain. To prevent you accidentally activating your quirk, they usually brought him in to nullify your ability.
"Is this necessary?" Akane questioned Shigaraki as they walked into the room, the light blue haired male walked behind you, stopping in front of your wings, making you whimper.
A smile formed on his dry lips, looking at her then at your shaking form.
"Since she can't fly yet and she's still quite hesitant and refuses commands, I think it would only get in the way if she starts to learn how to fly," he explained with his hands slowly touching the base of your wings.
You shivered at the feeling, not liking anyone touching your wings as the smaller feathers above were a little more sensitive than the longer ones. You yelped when the thin man behind you tightened his grip at the base of your wings, pushing you down against the metal table.
S.A.25 looked down, unable to do anything for the last time he had tried to help you, he gained some stripes on his back.
You struggled underneath the man as his smile grew wider.
"You're going to listen to everything we tell you, alright?" His raspy voice was against your fluffy ear. "You're going to comply with every command without hesitation or doubt, got it?" He gripped on your wings tighter, making you tear up in pain. "You will be our little soldier, got it?"
You nodded vigorously, unsure of what else you could do.
"Good," You cried out at the pain you started to feel on your back. "You better do so if you don't want to lose another set of limbs."
Your wings involuntarily stretched out as you struggled to get his hands off of you. You hear him click his tongue as you felt like your wings were going numb, losing the feeling in them.
You cried as you felt one fall off and landed on the floor. You watch in horror as you saw it slowly turn to dust. Turning to look at the other wing, you could see it crack and small parts of it fell off. You watched as your remaining wing turned to dust right there, while still attached to you.
You looked up to the man, your eyes watering as you stared into his crimson eyes as he had a wicked grin plastered on his face.
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"I don't see why we have to wait for this!" Fatgum grumbled, settling back down. "Innocent people- children are involved! How can you just sit there and say we need to 'plan it out'?!"
Nighteye sighed, he understood the pro hero's frustration, but he needed them to understand that just raiding it would cause complications. They needed more research, more information as to where they held these people, where they were operating. Raiding the known location may not work out well as they may have a different location.
The lanky hero explained this to the heroes he had called on. Trying to convince them that more gathered data is better than finishing it hastily.
They needed who and how many exactly are involved.
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You were pretty sure it was going to leave a mark. You were sure you were going to have this scar forever on your face
You looked at the blood in your hands- your blood in your hands. You looked up to see the one who gave you this soon-to-be scar on your face, only to see a familiar face.
It was yet another kid you had gotten to know through training. You've met several other kids as there were times that you were trained by group or pair, and the boy standing in front of you was one of them.
"Stop being such a wimp and fight me!" he bore his fangs at you, pupils narrow like a cat- well, technically he was one; he's got a white tiger mutation.
He had bright blue eyes, white hair that had black patterns, like a tigers. He had dark skin with lighter patterns that resembled something like vitiligo
You were placed in a training room, both ordered to fight each other, but you refused to fight against another kid. You refused to fight someone who is in the same situation as you. It was just cruel. You didn't want to hurt someone you knew, you trained with.
Your back ached at the lack of weight as well as limbs there. You had no more shield to protect you from close combat attacks. This resulted in multiple scratches from the tiger boy's retractable claws.
You didn't understand why he lacked the hesitation to hurt someone he knew. You didn't get why he wasn't holding back or refuse over all to fight you. It was like he didn't care about the times you trained together and the times you were brought to a place that seemed like a cafeteria where they would feed you.
It was like he wasn't fighting someone he didn't spend time with.
"Stop being so weak!" He pulled you up by your shirt and slammed you to the wall. He was just a few years older than you; 3-4 years older. "Stop hesitating, stop waiting for someone to save you!" he yelled at you, making your fluffy ears hang lowly, eyes closing and body flinching.
Your eyes watered, the side with the scratch that he had given you had your blood and tears mixing together and running down your face and staining your shirt. You quietly cried in fear and pain. You were not going to hurt him.
Unlike him, you valued even the little times you got to see each other, train with each other and sometimes eat in the same room- same cafeteria.
"No one will save you! Why are you hesitating to fight me?!" He growled at you, his bright blue eyes constricted, tiger ears laying low and his fangs are shown. It seemed he didn't like how you weren't fighting him. It bothered him for some reason.
"There's no hero who will help you! Not even your stupid friend." You cried, wanting to just get things over with. "He's just there, watching. No one cares about you." growls grumbled from his chest as he tried to get you to fight him.
Behind the two-way mirror was the pair, Shigaraki and Akane watched as you continued to refuse fighting. Well, at least you landed a few defensive attacks, but that was it. Once you had been scratched at one side of your face, you had stopped attacking at all, it irritated them, but they couldn't really get you to do anything once you're in this state.
A state where you just let them hurt you.
"That's enough T.A.16," Akane's voice could be heard from the speakers.
The tiger boy grunted, dropping you to the floor, glaring down at you with his bright blue eyes.
You sat there with your hands and face all bloody from the wounds you had gotten from him. You didn't understand why he held so much hatred in his eyes.
Why was he so angry?