"Deku what?!" Bakugou couldn't believe what he had heard. He could believe the half of it, but not the other half. Blind. Deku was blind, and it's all my fault. He didn't mean to physically injure the other like this, never like this. He had never felt a greater guilt than this buried deep inside of him, but the only emotions he brought to the surface was anger and surprise. His face contorted into anger, growling as he stomped into his room. He was angry at himself, it was his fault for what happened. He ended up throwing his desktop lamp to the ground then slumping to his knees, no longer feeling surprise, just guilt.

Surprise for the other half of the news that his mother told him. The blindness wasn't what surprised him and he tried his best not to let it eat at him. What got to him was how Midoriya disappeared. Deku was blind and the hospital was filled with many witnesses, yet somehow he was gone. The other was blind, he wouldn't be able to leave on his own, it was impossible. The weird thing was that no one saw him leave, there were no suspicious characters, and he wasn't on any of the surveillance footage.

It was obvious that it was an abduction and there was only one lead, a short message that was left behind. It was all over the news, the incident, the message, Witness the fruits bore from society. No one understood what the message meant, but they did know that the victim was blind and quirk-less. Everyone was puzzled as to why a blind quirk-less boy was kidnapped, there was no use behind it. Some suspected ransom, but with the message that was sent, there was no intent behind it. Since there was no other lead, the police and heroes were unable to search for him.

Gone. Deku is gone and it's all my fault.

A week had past and there had been nothing new about Izuku Midoriya's case. In fact, there was no more mention of him period on the TV, radio, or news papers. There wasn't anything on social media either, no mentions of a quirk-less nobody, as if he had never existed in the first place. Who would bother with someone like him anyways? Miss. Midoriya cared, had locked herself in her house, filled with mourning and grief. By now, her son was most likely dead and she believed that she would never be able to see his beloved cheerful smile ever again.

That's when a phone went off in the Midoriya estate, a mute dull ringing in a silent morbid house. The woman of the house debated on whether she should pick up the phone or let it ring, she decided against wasting what little energy she had to involve herself in something that probably wouldn't matter to her. Nothing really mattered to her anymore, not after she given up hope on ever getting her son back. Eventually the ringing stopped and the house soon returned to its silent state.

A soft quiet exhale escaped from the woman's chapped lips. Her cheeks seemed hollow and her eyes were dark, anyone could tell that she had lost a few pounds from the ordeal. Soon the ringing started again and Miss. Midoriya was once again disturbed. She just wanted to rest, to do nothing, to see her son. She refused to pick up the phone a second time, letting the sound buzz through her until it ceased. But it seemed as if she just couldn't receive any peace, the phone rang for the third time.

She pushed her heavy body off of the bed and dragged herself to the living room, where the home phone was located. Her pale hands reached out to the phone and picked it up,

"Midoriya residents, who may I be speaking with?"

There were heavy breaths on the other end of the line, unsettling, "I have a present for you." The voice was scratchy, wrong, and evil.

"excuse me?" She replied, confused.

But there was a pause and then a breathless voice, "...m-mom?..."

Miss. Midoriya froze, her eyes widened as she almost lost the grip on her phone. She tightened her grip, knuckles turning white as her heart began to race, her expression laced with desperation. A mother, willing to do anything to save her child. A deadly storm.

"Izuku! Where are you!?"

"Not so fast." The voice was like slime, slowly oozing. Sickly sweet, "Your son is safe for now, but I require something in return. Give me 20k and you'll see your son again. Oh and you might want to hurry, there is a deadline. You'll have a week or..." The voice trailed off and there was a sudden scream in the background, a softer pained voice, higher in pitch, Izuku.

"As I was saying, I'll give you a week."

The phone call ended and there was no further instruction. Miss. Midoriya was too focused on her son's well-being to realize how strange it was to ask for a ransom so delayed from the kidnapping. She also didn't take into account how normally if a kidnapper calls in a ransom, they tell the victim not to call the police. Then there was the fact that the caller ID wasn't hidden. She was too frantic to notice those small details and how strange it all was. How set-up it felt, as if the kidnapper(s) wanted the police to track them down, to retrieve the quirk-less boy. So Miss. Midoriya did what she could only think of in that time, call the police.

The red and blue lights from the police cars flashed through the windows of the Midoriya estate, lighting up the once dark room. There was chattering throughout the living room.

"So you say your son Midoriya, Izuku...is alive? The boy who was kidnapped a little over a week ago."

Miss. Midoriya quickly nodded in response, her hair bobbing along with it, "Yes! Yes!"

"Ok, Miss. Midoriya, we would like to know what was said in the conversation and we would like to evaluate your phone."

She nodded her head again, anything to get her son back, "The man on the phone said that he would give Izuku back if I gave him 20k. I heard Izuku scream in the background...please I just want him back."

"We will do what we can."

Just like that, there was a group of forensics at the phone, taking the caller ID. Soon they all filtered out of the house, promising to come back when they more news.

Two days, that's all it took for the poliece to find the location of the kidnapper and for the pro hero's to make a rescue plan, for them to send word back to Miss. Midoriya. They knew that something about this was off, since this wasn't like any normal kidnappings. They just couldn't seem to figure out the real reasons behind it, and the meaning behind the message. The rescue team was comprised of a lower and one higher ranked hero, as well as a few police squads. The rescue mission was already in play.

Kamui Woods and Hawks lead the two teams, they had a plan of action and a backup plan. Kamui would go in first and extract the kid and if he could, they would apprehend the criminal. If the kidnapper seemed to be too strong for him to deal with alone, kamui would also work as a distraction, then Hawks would come in and clean things up. From the information they had, there was only one man. It couldn't be too tough, it was one man he would be outgunned and outmanned

The squad cars pulled into nearby parking-lots as the rescue team surrounded the building. Kamui came in through the back with the armed officers, they quickly shuffled in and spotted the kidnapper as well as Midoriya. The man looked like your everyday run of the mill poor street thug. As for Midoriya, he looked beat up and malnourished, tied to a chair. As soon as the rest of the squad surrounded the perpetrator, the kidnapper shrugged and put his hands up.

"You've caught me."

Something didn't sit well with the men as they arrested the man and got the boy back into safety. The kidnapper easily gave up too easily, there was no fight, no anger, he wasn't upset in anyway. Either he was really good at accepting what happened or there was something else at hand. Hawks knew something was up, but he wasn't sure if he should report his suspicions. After all what would he tell them, 'The kidnapper gave up too easily and the events leading up to it were abnormal.' What would they do with that information? It's not like they had anything else to connect it to, all they had was a kidnapped blind quirk-less boy who probably had no answers to their questions anyways. What would someone want with a boy like him? Absolutely nothing, he reasoned with himself.

Hawks sighed and walked out of the warehouse with the rest of the team and with Midoriya Izuku on a stretcher. The boy would be sent to another hospital, under watch this time. He would be questioned by the police and would be held under psych evaluation just in case he was experiencing trauma from the recent ordeal. Hawks left the crime scene and headed out. Knowing how ridiculous it would be to report his suspicions, he decided he would try to find answers on his own.

Midoriya stayed quiet on the whole way to the hospital as they tended to his wounds. He new what would be coming next, the questions and his mom's crying. He'd be able to finally see his mother, well not really see since he was blind and all. He didn't mean to make her worry, his mom being in danger and his mom being upset are the things he couldn't let happen. He would have to keep her safe from now on, with whatever power he had. The questions came before his mom did, all he wanted was some piece, quiet and his mother.

"So, Mr. Midoriya how are you feeling?"

"Tired. Pain."

"Did you se- sorry, did you hear anyone else in the warehouse or did you hear any of the mans plans, if he had any accomplices?"

He wasn't in the mood to answer many questions or to speak at all. His throat hurt, his head hurt, his whole body hurt, "No. There was nothing else."

Finally the officers were convinced and left, finally allowing the boys mother to come in. The woman rushed to her son, pulling him into a hug. Midoriya tried not to wince from the sudden strong grip around his sore and tender muscles. He slowly lifted his arms to gently hold his mother. He missed her and he loved her dearly, those things wouldn't change no matter what, even if he had changed.

He felt hollow and empty, the only thing to fuel him was anger, love for his mother, and the longing to get stronger. It was as if something that wasn't there before now took residence in his brain and his will. He felt the hint of foreignness in it, yet for some reason his brain reassured him that it had been there for a long time, that it was normal and there was nothing to worry about. If he had happened to worry about it, question it, he would feel a deep ache in his bones and the tension in his body, as if waiting for something to hurt him. He just wasn't able remember why, so he just let it pass by and didn't think about it again.

"Don't worry mom, I'm safe now" With that he allowed himself have that well deserved rest.

For his concern, he was saved before rescue team got to the warehouse. He was rescued the moment that group of villains gave him a purpose, made him stronger. Even if they did it for their own gain, he was grateful. He was stronger now, had a purpose and a plan, he would show society the truth, the corrupt system of heroes. He would change it. Even as he slept he could remember those last words spoken to him before he was sent to the warehouse.

You're one of us now and this is the beginning of your mission.

But what Midoriya didn't realize was that he wasn't one of them, he was just the lab rat of a scientific experiment the villains wanted to try out. That he was nothing more than a pawn to be used.