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' How long has it been?' I thought, sitting in a white-walled room with only a table and two chairs. 'Is this supposed to help me?' I had many questions flooding my mind. The handcuffs felt tight, digging into my wrists. 'I wonder how Kacchan is doing? I hope he's okay.' 'Man this quirk canceller hurt like hell...' My thoughts became quieter as the door to the room opened. Walking in was a tall man dressed in all black and a gray scarf. Sitting in the chair across from where I sat.
"Good Afternoon, Izuku Midorya. I'm pro hero Eraserhead. I'm just going to ask you some questions, okay?" The man said looking up from his folder.
"Yes, that's fine," I said in a low, worried voice. Although Eraserhead had always been my favorite hero I was worried about what he was going to ask.
"Alright, first, what happened?" He asked. What happened? I was unsure how to answer, I was unsure myself. With a minute of silence I spoke.
"I-I don't know. I... just lost it. Killing mom." Tears began to pour out my eyes, clouding my vision. Unable to move my hands, Eraserhead leaned forward, reaching his hand out to wipe my tears. As his hand got closer, I finched so bad he quickly moves his hand away. Eraserhead's eyes widened. I could tell by the way he looked he was very worried. I know what the next question was going to be, I prepared myself as the silence continued to fill the room. 'Is he not going to ask? Maybe he's thinking?' Questions and voices of the past flooded my head. 'YOU MONSTER!' 'HAHAHA! Look it's the winged freak.' 'friendless loser!' 'YOU USELESS BRAT! YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT! CAN YOU?!' The silence became so loud as the voices got louder. Suddenly the silence in the white room was broken.
"SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed struggling to get out of the chair, my wrists beginning to bleed. "shut up! shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" I repeated over and over again. My wings coming around to protect me, my ears flattening. The room then became black.
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Outside listening to the interrogation, sat two police officers and Present Mic.
"It seems the kid's cooperative." One officer said staring at a screen into the white room.
"Ya, that's good." Said the other officer. "What do you think of the kid Mic?" The officer asked.
"Hmmm. I'm not sure. He does look quite pretty and he seems to be a good kid. It is sad what happened to him though. I couldn't even imagine how he must feel, going through so much at such a young age." Mic answered. He also stared into the white room.
"Now that you mention it he is quite pretty." One officer said. Just then a scream could be heard from the white room. The officers rushing in, Mic closely behind. One officer pulled out a needle, struggling against his wings and gaming it into Izuku's neck. Izuku stopped struggling, his head fell forward.
"What did you do?!" Eraserhead asked, yelling at the officers.
"Calm down. I just gave him a sleeping drug, he'll wake up tomorrow. No need to worry." The officer said. Relief spread over Eraser, knowing the child was safe.
"You can continue the interrogation tomorrow, he needs time." The second officer said uncuffing Izuku and walking out of the room, Izuku asleep in his arms.
"He's right, you can return in the morning. Rest up." The first officer said, opening the door for the two waiting till they left the room to close it. The two pros then left the room, soon leaving the police station.
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' I wonder how my angel is doing. Hmmm. I'll go visit him.' I thought walking down the road, making my way to Izuku's house. It wasn't that far from my house so I was there in around 10 minutes. I knocked on the door. 'Is no one home? Odd...' I thought knocking again. After a couple of minutes of knocking and no one answering, I left. It was strange, Izuku always told me when he wasn't home. I was worried. I thought of asking the neighbors but realized that might be weird. Besides, maybe his phone was dead, or he was so busy he forgot. It had happened in the past. 'I'll just wait until tomorrow. If there's still nothing from my angel I'll ask the neighbors.' I thought walking back into my house.
"HAG, I'M HOME!" I yelled. silence filled the house. Walking further inside I found a note on the table saying she was working late and she was coming home in the early morning. Rolling the note into a ball and throwing it into the trash, I walked into the kitchen to make dinner. After eating I headed upstairs to bed, still worried about my angel. I checked my phone. "Ugh... Still nothing. What's going on" I sighed, 'It's nothing, he's just busy. His phone's just dead. Stop worrying! He's fine!' I continued thinking as I tried to sleep.
The morning had come faster than I expected. Waking up to the sun shining through my window and Hag calling me down for breakfast. Making my way down I checked my phone again. "still nothing..." I mumbled, more worry coming over me.
"Good morning brat!" Hag yelled as I reached the dining room. I was quieter than usual, as I sat in my chair. "Katsuki, are you alright?" My mother asked with a worried expression and calm tone in her voice.
"Nothing... Just Deku hasn't texted me in almost two days and he's not home." I said looking down and the plate in front of me. "I tried calling him and Antie, it just goes to voice mail." I continued.
"Oh, Maybe he's busy. You know how Izu-" My mom started, I interrupted, " WHAT COULD THE NERD BE BUSY DOING FOR ALMOST TWO FUCKING DAYS?!" I screamed slamming my hands on the table, anger, and worry flowing in my words and face. Mom's eyes widened, she know I was right. There was no way my angel was busy, something was wrong.
"Katsuki, I understand you're worried but there's no need to raise your voice at me. I'll call the police, will that make you feel better?" She asked.
"Yes, thanks... I guess." I said sitting back down. I felt slightly better, but the possibilities of what could have happened flooded my mind. I couldn't help but be more worried. Even though I bully Deku I still care, of course, I do. He is MINE! A yell then came from the other room, I jumped out of my chair, "What is it?! Is it Deku?!" I asked running into the doorway.
"Thank you." Hag said hanging up the phone. Looking up at me with teary, relieved eyes. "Inko is dead. It seems Izuku had a quirk malfunction, killing her. Izuku is in police custody." Saying that last sentence she signed in relief. Why though? I thought the hag loved him. Why was she so relieved? My angel was in police custody and mom was happy.
"Why do you sound so happy?!" I was ready to kill her then and there. Did she think it was Izuku's fault? The look in hag's eyes was filled with anger and sadness.
"Because that winged monster is gone! It killed Inko! Why do you still care for that murder?!" The same anger and sadness filled her words.
'BOOM!' A loud explosion echoed my house. The smoke cleared fast, as it did I saw my mother lying on the ground. She wasn't moving, that was good. She deserved to die, calling my angel a monster. I ran from the house I once called home. 'what to do now?'
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At the sound of the cell door opening, I jolted up in the bed.
"Oh, good morning. Eraserhead is here to continue the interrogation." A man said walking into the cell. The officer cuffed me and lead me to the same room as before, Eraserhead sat waiting. The officer opened the door and lead me inside. As the door closed I sat in the chair across from Eraserhead.
"Good morning Izuku, how was your sleep?" He asked.
"It was okay..." I said. My voice continued to be low and soft as the interrogation continued.
After what felt like hours of questions, Eraserhead left the room. As I sat in the room plastered in white walls. I starting thinking they had forgotten about me, though I didn't really care too much. In all honesty, I was never social, nor liked talking to people outside family and close friends. 'I hope Kacchan is okay.' 'I wonder how Antie's taking the news.' These thoughts continued to flash throw my head, along with many others. 'What are they going to do with me?' That was my biggest worry. After a while, the voices in my head started getting louder and louder.
"That was the best night of my life!" "Why did you kill me, son?" "Deku YOU FREAK!" "MURDER!" "MONSTER!" "GO DIE!" "HAHA. Look it's the winged freak!" At this point, some were yelling, others were talking, some were whispers and some were screaming. It was becoming unbearable, I couldn't take it anymore. How much longer was I to sit here, slowly losing my mind? Just I was going to scream for the voices to shut up, the door opened, calming them down.
"Apologies for the wait. Follow me, please." A man said, holding the door open for me. I stood up and followed the man outside, a car parked out front. Undoing the cuffs the man continued, "Due to you not having any other family, you're going into foster care. The car is going to take you to the orphanage. Hurry along now." He pointed to the car parked out front, then walked back inside. I walked to the car and got in. The car quickly drove away. I couldn't help but think about how Kacchan will react. The car ride was quiet and fast. In no time at all we arrived. I had never been more nervous in my life. I suppose I should get used to it, this was my life now.