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Victim scowled as he sped walked through the facility, passing by his workers who quickly jumped out of his way. Some idiot in his tech department broke his mind-reading device! Victim was beyond seathing when he found out. How was Victim supposed to get information out of The Chosen One now? Those tech workers better have fixed it by the time he gets in there.
Victim produces his card to the identity scanner (perhaps slightly more violent than necessary) and walks in as the door slides open.
The workers jump up as he enters.
“Uhhh… Boss! So good to see you '' one of the workers said nervously hiding the screwdriver she had behind her back. The other two were leaning on the counter trying to hide the broken memory device behind them. She continued “What brings you to the tech department…?”
Victim’s anger grew at that moment. He shoved the two workers aside showing the broken memory device.
“You were planning on hiding this from me? You don't know that I already know? You idiots!” He thunders, his hands thudding on the counter. The workers jump away from him, frightened for their lives. The girl drops the screwdriver in surprise.
“Get the memory device fixed TODAY! If you don't you'll all be fired. Permanently!” He looks at his workers who are staring at him like he lost his mind (maybe he has but it's Noogli’s fault).
“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get to work. NOW!” He slammed his fist onto the counter again for emphasis and all the workers immediately scrambled to fix the device, tripping and picking up the dropped screwdriver.
Victim scowled as he fixed his tie. Then left to the corner of the room to pick up the new toolbar he was going to give to Agent. Victim was going to use it for now until the memory device was fixed. He put it on his wrist and the toolbar popped up. He turned around and quickly stormed out of the room, stopping two nearby workers.
“I want you two to immediately bring me the memory device when it is fixed” Victim ordered “I’ll be in The Box” He turned around walking back down the hallway.
The workers nodded one with a squeaky “yes sir!” and they went into the tech room.
Victim brought his hand up to his face. “I’m surrounded by idiots,” he declared to himself as he continued back to The Box, his new bracelet’s blue light reflecting off the walls.
The Chosen One was not doing so hot. His face was pressed into the floor where ‘the boss’ left him, still strapped to the blasted chair. Sweat (or was it blood?) trickled down his face as he tried not to move. This isn't the worst you have had to go through Chosen. You can do this! You are The Chosen One after all. He steeled himself. Sometimes he hated that name.
He wiggled testing the rope again. It refused to budge. He gritted his teeth as his injuries flared and tried again. It's no use trying to escape. This reminds him a little too much of Alan's computer.
Speaking of Alan, ‘the boss’ wanted to know where he was (Chosen hated calling him ‘the boss’ but he doesn't know that frightening annoying grey hollowhead's name).
That man called him Noogli not Alan though Chosen thought. What was his relationship with Alan? Do they know each other or has ‘the boss’ just heard about him? Why does everything having to do with Alan haunt him? Why can't I be free of him?
Chosen discarded that rather dangerous train of thought. Alan has changed. His brother, Second, is a living reminder of that fact. That's why, for Second's sake (and maybe also for Alan’s), he won't sell them out. He also doesn't know the motivations of Rocket Corp or what they would do to him and Second if he tells them what they want. It's best if he endures the pain until either he can break free and get Second or Second unlocks his powers again and breaks free. He hopes the second (AN get it? lol) never happens because that would cause more trouble for Second. It's his fault Second is even here at all.
What a lousy, good-for-nothing brother. How could you have done that to your only remaining brother? It’ll be your fault if anything happens to Second. Just like it was your fault for what happened to Da- NO! He can't be thinking of such things! Everything will be fine. Right?
He felt something hot run down his cheek. It must be blood Chosen tried to convince himself (he can't be crying, not now).
The door (was that considered a door?) hissed as it opened and Chosen was jolted from his thoughts. ‘The boss’ stomped in not long after.
He's angry. That's not good. Chosen could see outside the box and for a second he spotted a worker showing Agent… was that a cat in that cage? The box closed behind ‘the boss’ before he could see it.
Chosen stored that information for later as ‘the boss’ walked up to him. From Chosens position on the floor, he could see that he had a new glow bracelet on. Chosen would have laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious. He didn’t know what that glow bracelet could do and the grey hollowhead didn’t seem like the type to wear one for fashion.
“You know Cho,” the grey-haired man said in a sickeningly sweet voice “You should stop making everything so hard for yourself!”
“Don't call me that” Chosen growled horsley. Only Second was allowed to call him that (Dark used to call him that as well, but he won't ever again).
“Oh, Cho!” the grey-haired man said ignoring him “Were you crying?”
Chosen grunted with pain as the grey-haired man grabbed Chosen’s hair and pulled him up off his face, gingerly using his gloved hand to wipe away the tear on his cheek.
Chosen looked at his face with one of his eyes closed in pain. ‘The boss's’ face was twisted into a cruel grin, his grey eyes had amusement reflected in them. This pissed Chosen off. So naturally, Chosen spit directly in his eyes. The grey-haired man let go of him in surprise and Chosen landed back on his face (that hurt).
“Tut tut! It seems you haven't been taught manners!” Chosen glared at him as ‘the boss’ squatted next to him wiping the spit off his face and added sweetly “I was only trying to help!”
What's his game here? Was he just here to mock me? Bitch.
‘The boss’ stood up and turned around facing the blindingly white wall, “Ah! But we are going off-topic! I was hoping you reconsidered…”
Just then something purple swirled beneath Chosen. He made a noise in surprise as a portal opened beneath him pulling him inside. Before he left completely he heard “Sound the alarm! I’m going…” Then everything was purple.
Mr Aizawa was having the most unusual day today. He had gotten a good night's sleep. His class didn't have ONE fight so far today. Bakugo has been unusually calm, Ida was not yelling about the rules every second, and Midoriya hasn't broken his bones at all. It was all very suspicious.
That's why when Class 1A was training and a purple portal showed up, Aizawa was not surprised.
All of class 1A yelled as the portal opened, scrambling to get ready for anything that might come out.
Aizawa turned around and yelled at his kids.
“Ida go get the principal, kids get out of here!”
He got in his fighting stance ready for a fight. Anything might come out! It might be another Nomu for all he knows. He's ready for anything.
Then a kid tied to a chair fell out, his face slamming into the concrete.
Ok, maybe Aizawa wasn't ready for anything.
The portal closed behind the black-haired boy and Kirishima ran up to check on him. I thought I told these kids to get out of here.
Midoriya yelled, “Wait it might be a trap!” Kirishima paused and nothing happened.
“Let me approach,” said Aisawa as he pushed through his students. Noticing Ida’s absence. At least Ida listened to me.
He approached the barely conscious kid, his eyes fluttering open and closed. He was looking at Kirishima.
Aizawa barely caught “Dark… I must… be… dead” the boy whispers, unresponsive to what just happened. Then the boy slipped into unconsciousness.
Aizawa immediately went to untie him from the chair, not wanting to look too closely at the multitude of injuries this kid was sporting.
“Kirishima, go get Recovery Girl. He’s badly injured.”
“On it!” Kirishima replied, running out of the building.
Aizawa took the med kit from Todoroki who had gotten it from the side of the training hall.
“Do you think the League did this to him?” asked Midoriya, he seemed very shaken.
“Stand away problem child, we don't know anything yet. When he wakes up we’ll have a detective ask him” Aisawa said as calmly as he was able. Midoriya walked away as Aisawa started bandaging the kid's arms. He had to lift his shirt and cursed as he saw multiple bruises and slashes, presumably from a whip, on his skin. He started cursing out the person who did this in his head. This kid was tortured. But why?
“I have returned!” Ida yelled as Principle Nezu, All Might, Kirishima, and Recovery Girl stepped in behind him.
“Recovery Girl, I need you over here,” Aizawa said trying not to get too angry at the state of the teen. His class needed him.
Recovery girl came over, examined him quickly, and gritted her teeth.
“He needs to get to my office immediately. Get the stretcher.”
The robots came over and Aizawa lifted the kid. He was too light; whoever did this to him must have starved him. He set him down on the stretcher, the kid's black hair moped over his eyes, his skin deathly pale. He looked dead.
The bots wheeled him out with Recovery Girl healing him on the way to her office.
He turned to Nezu whose eyes were twinkling, “So mind telling us what happened?”