-----TRIGGER WARNING-----

-I apologize in advance. The poor boy must suffer a little bit more.-

-5 days later-

3rd POV

Izuku woke up to find himself chained to the ceiling. His wrists were so bloody and raw that the slightest movement sent pain shooting down his arms. I think they are infected. He thought to himself. He coughed, blood trickling from his lips. He no longer cared. He heard the door open, feeling the rush of cold air sting his scalp.

"Glad you're awake Number seven!" Shigiraki came into the room. He seemed a little too happy. Izuku kept his head lowered, watching the blood hit the floor. Shigiraki was not happy about him being ignored. He swiftly grabbed a whip and went behind Izuku. The small boy simply braced himself for the pain. 

The angry man threw three large slashes onto the boys back. Satisfied with the screams that it gave him, he walked infront of the boy again, smiling at him. The boy looked up to his captor and saw another person in the room. Katsuki Bakugo stood quietly behind the blue haired boy. Izuku knew he wasn't real. He was just a constant reminder of the mistakes Izuku made. A tear escaped his eye as he looked at his friend.

"Well Number seven. I think it's about time for another quirk. Don't you?" He asked sinisterly.

"Do whatever you want." He whispered. Shigiraki's smile grew wider.

"Well if that's the case.." He trailed off. He unhooked the boy from his chains. With his legs too weak to hold himself up, he hit the floor with a sickening thud. He coughed onto the floor, holding his head in pain. "Stand. Now." He shakily pushed himself off the floor, swaying as the room began to spin. He held his head again, trying to make everything stop moving. He lurch forward, being dragged down the hall. The long hall led to a singular room. Once there, Izuku was pushed inside.

He noticed that he was in a surgical room of sorts. There was a window on one side of the room with people in white coats looking into the room. As Izuku watched them, he was grabbed by his collar. He was spun around to face a new doctor. The person wore a surgical mask and goggles, hiding their features. "Remove your shirt." They demanded. Izuku took a step back. "Now." Their voice boomed, making Izuku jump. He removed the tattered shirt, holding it to his chest. 

Another doctor rushed into the room, dragging Izuku onto the table where he was strapped down again. His head was pushed to the side and the doctor started to read off the words tattooed to his skull. "Experiment 007. Property of the League of Villains. QI-4439. QI-1402."

"Got it. He want's another quirk manifestation injection too, right?"

"Yes."

Izuku listened to their conversation, he had no idea what was about to happen, but he knew it wasn't going to be good. Looking around the room, he saw more cameras pointed towards him, all of them blinking red. He looked to the side and saw Kacchan sitting at the wall. He smiled softly letting the tears roll onto the table. "Maybe this will kill be and I can be free." He said not so quietly.

The doctors chuckled, bringing the boy back to reality. They had prepped surgical equipment and vials. Izuku gritted his teeth. 

"W-who are you?" He asked. Neither of the doctors responded. "What are you going to do to me?" Panic laced his voice. His questions seemed to irritate the first doctor.

"You need to learn how to keep your mouth shut." The low voice said. The man walked over and stuck a needle into Izuku's shoulder. He hissed in pain, watching the needle fill with blood. The other doctor, who was a bit shorter than the first, walked up to Izuku, shining a light in his eyes.

"Experiment 007, blind in right eye. Other than that, reflexes and vitals seem normal. Proceed with drug trials." As the short doctor finished speaking, Izuku was injected with several different substances. They weren't quirks though. The small boy could feel the drugs taking effect. He felt his quirks become stronger, his body became lighter, he became more aware of his surroundings.

"How do you feel Number seven." The boy stayed silent, he wasn't fully hearing the question as more drugs took over his system. His eyes seemed to glaze over and his mouth hung open slightly. "Answer the question." They gave the boy a hard poke in the side, knocking him from his trance.

He looked around the room. "I...... I um.. feel light?" He said, almost as a question. "Like m-my uh... my quirk is boosted.. and... I'm calm. I-is this calm?" His mind was still foggy. He felt disconnected from the current situation. He looked at the doctors and realized that there was another needle in his arm, drawing more blood. "Why?" He asked quietly, watching these tests happen.

The doctors whispered among themselves, prepping more injections.

"Injection QI-4439." Izuku felt a needle inject a hot liquid into his forearm. He squirmed slightly under the restraints. Why doesn't this hurt as bad? Is it from the drugs? He thought to himself.

"Injection cleared." The doctor grabbed the next syringe. This one seemed to be almost pulsing with energy and it gave Izuku a bad feeling. He began to panic.

"No! Stay away! I don't want this!" His breath began to quicken. The lights around the room started to flicker as the boy panicked.

"He shouldn't be able to use his quirk! Why is this happening?"

"Who cares! Just hurry up and give him the quirk then we can get out of here!" The doctors pushed the small boy down, struggling against his surprising strength. "NOW!" The room had begun to shake.

The doctor plunged the needle deep into Izuku's arm. He let out a heart wrenching scream. The pain of the new quirk flooded his body. He began to thrash against the table and the room stopped shaking. Izuku felt waves of pain as his heart began to beat loudly. He felt as if it would give out any minute. His eyes darted around the room, landing on the figure of Bakugo behind one of the doctors.

The white haired boy began to cough violently, his lungs on fire from the pain. Blood began to pour from his mouth and his ears began to ring. He gasped for air as the doctors took notes on his reaction. The boys eyes were bloodshot, his pupils dilated and contracted violently. He began to cry, just hoping for a way out.

After 20 minutes of the agony, the boy was able to slow his breathing, exhausted from the experience. He heard the door open, but was too tired to care who came in. His eyesight blurred and he was greeted with a familiar darkness.

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Izuku POV

I woke up a day ago and have been left hanging from the ceiling since I woke up. Nothing but the blinking camera to keep me company. They gave me some water yesterday, but I think it was laced with something again. The voices haven't left me alone. I keep hearing dad and papa. I want it to be them so badly, but I've given up. It's not them. I don't think anyone will find me.

There was a loud banging on the door that made me flinch away. I pulled against the restraints, trying to get away. Crusty opened the door, showing me his god awful smile.

"It's time to test that new quirk of yours Number seven." The doctors from before filed in, pulling carts of empty containers and surgical equipment. I felt my wrists come undone and I fell to the floor, unable to catch myself. Before I could understand what was going on around me, I was thrown onto a table and strapped down. When did this even get here? 

I noticed the low security of the room and the open door. Everyone is distracted right now. An idea popped in my head and just as I was about to do something stupid, Crusty grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me to look at his nasty face. "Don't even think about it or your precious friends will end." Venom dripped from his words. I knew he was serious. I tried to fight back tears. He threw my head back onto the table and walked into the corner, grabbing a hand held camera and turned it on.

"Speaking of your friends. I think we should send them a little something to show that you're doing ok." He smirked and walked slowly up to me. I felt my heart race. I don't want them to see me like this. I don't want them to worry. They can't know. "What do you say Izuku?" I cringed hearing my name, but was quickly pulled away from my thoughts.

"AAHHHHhHHHh-hhH!" I let out a scream as I felt a blade run down the center of my abdomen. The air stung the deep gash. I looked over to see the wound heal itself in an instant, leaving behind a large raised scar. "W-w-what did you do to me!?" I screamed, my voice cracking and full or panic.

Shigiraki let out a villainous laugh, but didn't answer. I felt three more deep slices along my thigh, chest, and ribs. I screamed at the pain, blood rushing from the wounds and coating the floor. I squirmed at the restraints, trying to get away as I watched the new scars form infront of my eyes. They slashed my skin carving me up, soon they weren't satisfied and began cutting deeper, pulling at my organs. The jars next to me filled with organs. I looked at them in horror. How am I not dead? The pain was overwhelming as I felt the disturbing pushing and pulling of my organs rebuilding themselves. A wave of nausea hit me and I felt light headed. The room was spinning. I don't want anyone to see me like this. I felt a knife dig into my chest, my eyes widened as I felt it puncture my heart. Blood trickled from my mouth as I struggled to breath. As the knife was removed, I felt the violating sensation of the wound on my heart fixing itself. This shouldn't be possible. I can't take this.

"P-p-please n-no. Just let m-me die." I whimpered, tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard snickers from the doctors and another bellowing laugh from Shigiraki.

"Oh, Number seven. I'm never going to let that happen." He said coldly. I felt me heart drop as I was met with more pain.

The doctors got all the information they needed, taking one more blood sample and leaving. I was left there on the table. Defeated. My breathing was heavy as I began to heal from the last wound, a slice to the throat.

"Well there you have it, heroes." Shigiraki came close to me with the camera, I tried turning my head away, ashamed of how weak I was. "How about we have a little more fun before we conclude for the night?" His tone was low. I knew what he meant. I pulled against the braces trying to get away. "Ah-ah Number seven, you don't want the rest of your friends to end up like that Bakugo. Now do you?" Tears poured from my face and I stopped resisting. I felt his dry hands pull me towards him. I turned my head away as he had his way with me. I sobbed, keeping my eyes closed as I felt him inside me. I felt disgusting. Without realizing it, I accidentally zapped him with some electricity. But I have cuffs on, don't I? I heard him curse, snapping me from my thoughts. My head snapped up, he violently exited me making me wince from the pain.

"Oh you've done it now." He shut off the camera. He quickly ripped off the table restraints and  pushed me into the chair from before, strapping my arms behind me this time and double checking the quirk cancelling cuffs.

Without skipping a beat, he ripped out one of my toenails, starting the night off with a blood curdling scream.

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-a few hours later at UA, it's around 9 pm-

3rd POV

Everyone had been in the common room, celebrating their passing of the exams. It was a solemn celebration. They talked amongst themselves while a movie played in the background.

"Holy shit." Bakugo said quietly. Tears flowed down his face.

"Woah, dude what's wrong?" 

Fear and sadness spread across his face. "I-i just got sent a v-video of Izuku." The air seemed to disappear from the room.

Ururaka sprung into action. "Iida! Go get Aizawa, Nezu, and Present Mic! Now!" Without hesitation, Iida was gone.

Everyone gathered in the common area, the three Pro's now with them. No one had watched the video yet, but they knew it was going to be bad. Bakugo plugged his phone into the TV with shaky hands. A screen grab of the video showed up on the screen, causing the class to gasp.

"Students. If you feel you aren't able to handle watching this you don't have to. This is going to be hard to watch." Nezu said softly. Everyone thought for a moment, but no one moved. "Ok then, go ahead."

The video began. They saw Izuku strapped to a table in the center of a dirty white room, there were doctors swarming him, surgical equipment next to them.

"Speaking of your friends. I think we should send them a little something to show that you're doing ok." He paused. Izuku looked at the person holding the camera with his eyes wide. He was obviously panicking. He looked like he had been through hell. The side of his head was shaved and tattooed, the tattoo looked like it was getting infected. The boy's eyes were bloodshot and red, tears pouring from them. "What do you say Izuku?"

Aizawa, Bakugo and Todoroki stared daggers into the screen. Everyone was filled with anger and sadness. People were crying and clenching their fists.

Izuku's screams filled the common room. They watched as their precious and kind classmate was tortured. His body being cut over and over again. 

"P-p-please n-no. Just let m-me die." Everyone's hearts dropped hearing those words. Izuku wanted to die. He wanted it to end. At this point, Aizawa and Hizashi were in tears, Aziawa holding his husband tight in his arms. Bakugo was closer to the screen, small explosions forming in his hands. Similar reactions were seen through out the class. Momo and Aoyama had to get up from the couches, the images infront of them becoming too much.

"Oh, Number seven. I'm never going to let that happen."

The distressing images ended, leaving their friend gasping for air on the table, blood covering the once white floors. The small boy was crying, looking at the ceiling.

"Well there you have it, heroes." Shigiraki paused . "How about we have a little more fun before we conclude for the night?" Izuku began to squirm and pull away from the man. "Ah-ah Number seven, you don't want the rest of your friends to end up like that Bakugo. Now do you?" Izuku began to cry harder as he stopped resisting.

"Mother fucker." Bakugo whispered, tears soaking his face.

Shigiraki began to have his way with Izuku. The boy turned away from the camera.

Most of the class was looking away at this point. They couldn't watch their sweetest classmate get hurt in such a way. The crackling of electricity was heard. 

"Oh you've done it now." Izuku looked at the man, pure fear covering his face.

The video ended. Everyone sat in silence, tears covering everyone's faces. Nezu walked infront of the class. "I-i will be analyzing this footage with Pro's tonight." A tear fell from his eye. "We are going to find him and I expect you all to be ready if you wish to help. Bakugo, I will be needing your phone for the time being." There was no protest from the blonde.

"Aizawa. I'll let you take over from here." The class shifted their eyes to their teacher. His eyes were puffy and he was holding Hizashi close to him.

"I-uh..." Tears fell down his cheeks. "T-try to get some s-sleep. If you need to talk, come to me. We will meet tomorrow and discuss any findings." The class nodded, but no one moved. They were trying to understand everything they just saw. Izuku's shaved head. The pain he went through. The things he said.

"W-what do you th-think is going to h-happen to him?" Mina asked quietly. No one spoke for awhile.

Bakugo stood up. "We are going to rescue him. That's what." He walked out of the room, giving his classmates a small bit of hope.