AN: Italics = the past / a dream


The next time I see the animal man, he has something for me. It was clothes, I think. I'm not sure because it doesn't feel like anything I remember wearing. It is super thick and shiny, but for some reason, it fits me perfectly. This animal man was strange, almost as odd as the white-haired agent. The animal man hadn't hurt me, yet, and had given me a piece of paper. He really was like that agent.

I stared at the new agent pulling me along. I was struggling to breathe, and for some reason, the agent was asking me questions. I'm not allowed to talk. What is this agent doing? He had this look on his face that I only remember seeing on my friends and family, it was weird. He huffed, as he pulled me into a room I had never been in before. He started pulling out instruments and pressing them against me. He never stopped talking though.

Then he started writing and soon I held a note. I looked it over with surprise. Am I allowed to do this? I shakily pick the pencil up. I start writing, and the paper quickly fills with shaky letters. The man takes the article away from me once my writing covers the whole page. He reads it, and his eyes soon grow wide. He bites his lip, looking from me to the paper.

The paper I had just received had a list of new rules and regulations. It listed things I would have to do and when I had to do them. It was strange, but then again everything was here. They want to check my quirk. They want me to fight. They want me to learn. My eyes lock on the bottom of the page, and I start shaking. In. Out. In. Out. My collar was to be removed, and I was to speak. My vision is getting fuzzy. In. Out. In. Out.


Tucker pushed his legs to move faster, as he went around the track. He had to be the best at everything. He had to if he wanted to get into U.A. and see Danny. Danny had been gone for three years, and Tucker has changed a lot. He used to be a geek. Tucker had only been interested in video games and technology. Now, he was an athlete. Tuck had planned to become an agent, but now he just needed to be a hero to see his friend again.

Tucker looked over the files on Danny again. The G.I.W. didn't have all the information on Danny. Danny was not some rebellious kid that only wants destruction. No, Danny was kind. Danny was loyal. Danny was just unlucky. Tucker stopped and pulled up the timer. Thirteen seconds. That was far too long for only 100 meters. Tucker frowns. He wasn't going to lose another friend.


Samantha looked out the window and saw Tucker running out on the track. Samantha rubbed her wrists, concealing a wince by letting out a fake sneeze. She opened up her notebook and began writing. It was her only coping mechanism. "Samantha! Did you hear what happened to that geek last period?" Paulina asked. Samantha's hands clenched her pink skirt; she hates that name. Samantha fakes a smile.

"No, I had a meeting and wasn't let out until a few minutes ago. You just HAVE to fill me in," Samantha replies a fake cheery voice. She felt fake. Samantha barely paid attention to what the other girl was saying. She looked out the window again and saw Tucker heading in. Tucker used to be a close friend of hers. Samantha had turned Danny away, and he had gotten taken. It was her fault.

Samantha didn't deserve to be happy. She didn't deserve to act like herself after what she did. So, Samantha was exactly who her mother had wanted her to be. Samantha was not herself. She did things that were so wrong. Samantha felt wrong. "Yeah, he is such a loser! There is no way Tucker could be an agent or a hero. He has a quirk and a dangerous one at that. Who knows what he could be looking up right this second," Samantha agreed. Her voice sounds wrong, too. She hates herself. Samantha is a fake.


Operative M looked over the building with disdain. It was covered in marks. It gleamed white, but that didn't distract from the gashes and holes that littered the building. The building had no cameras, but it did have an active electricity fence. Operative M was not pleased. He knew before coming here that he was in for a long project.

He had looked over this compounds history, and all his findings had holes. Missing data here, lost patients there, and he can't forget about the deaths. Operative M sighed. He would need to get into contact with a retired agent that used to work here, at some point. Operative M went up to the door and swiped his key through the scanner. The doors creaked open.

Operative M's eyes widened at the messy sight before him. The walls were covered in blood. Every Door was wide open. He scowled, as he made his way towards the observation room. Every government building was required to have one. The hallways had many scratches on the walls, and the blood was splattered everywhere the eye could see. If Operative M hadn't been an agent for so long, the sight would have made him queasy. The sad truth of the matter was that he had seen worse.


The teachers of UA were lead into the stadium, where a tiny figure waited for them. No one could be blamed for being confused by the person waiting ahead of them. He was small, and he looked rather skinny. The Black and White leotard clung to his bony frame. He had chains of ice hanging from both his wrists. The chains wrapped up his arm to connect to a metal collar that was around his neck. The boy was thirteen years old, but he looked younger than that. He stared at the adults ahead of him with dead eyes.

The teenager had given a long written note back to the principal that had allowed him to keep his silence and his collar, for now. There were a lot of stipulations he had to go through and additional rules he had to follow too, but that was okay. Danny had gone through worse, and he had some chains for the time being to ground him.

The teachers were lined up ready to fight a kid smaller than a lot of their students. It was a situation which was a little worrying. Recovery Girl was on standby and Nezu was going to be watching over the fight. That didn't mean this made fighting a kid any more comfortable for the adults. They waited for the kid to make the first move but when that didn't occur Midnight stepped up.

Midnight licked her lips as she flicked her whip. Danny tracked her whip even as she began to emit a pink aroma. "With all those chains you are just asking for me to dominate you," Midnight states. The teenager doesn't react. His eyes only locked on the woman's weapon. Midnight's lip twitches, but she knew this wasn't going to be easy. After all, it isn't often they have four teachers test a student.

Snipe pulled out a gun, and Danny's eyes flickered over to him before returning to Midnight's whip. Then condensation left his mouth, and his eyes whipped over to Ectoplasm who was creating a clone. Danny's narrowed on the white ectoplasm escaping the hero's mouth, before watching midnight's whip again. Eraser Head just watched from afar. His eyes were glancing at the kid and then the whip questionably.

The whip flew forwards, and the kid moved fast. Danny darted back, and as a gunshot came rushing towards him, he flicked his wrist up making the chains catch the bullet. The kid moved farther away from Midnight, giving both Eraser Head and Ectoplasm a better path to Danny. A clone appeared before Danny, and he stopped.

Danny stared over the form of ectoplasm. He moved closer to the clone slowly before jumping diagonally back from the whip coming slightly close. Eraser Head narrowed his eyes. He knew that Danny was too jittery. The whip set that kid on edge. Eraser Kid could practically feel the nervous energy roll off the kid whenever it came slightly close. It wasn't his job, though, to help the kid through his problems.

The clone got closer to Danny again. Danny slid between the clones legs barely tapping its leg. Suddenly the clone is just green goo on the floor. Eraser Head activates his quirk, and the kid swivels to look at him. The whip lands a hit on his ankle and Danny lets out a pained yelp. The boy falls back. His hand lands in the green slime. The boy hisses and tears crowd his eyes. Then Danny's eyes glow radioactive green.

Eraser Head's eyes widen as his power is still active but, it doesn't seem to be affecting the boy. Danny then looks up and says the first words the UA has ever heard him speak. "Youngblood," Danny croaked in a silent plea. The air grew cold and the green slime his hand was in started reforming. Eraser Head was, for once, confused and unsure of what to do next.


AN: How do you like them crackers? So, I was in a writing mode and this just happened to be on my desktop. I hope none of you guys are getting any ideas that I am alive or actually have time to be writing. Anyway... Reviews; the reason I exist.

I'll Be Me 'til The Very E.N.D: So what I'm getting from this is that I need more action... well, at least you love it! :D (P.S. Is that a Fairy Tail reference?)

Sonya AvCe: Oh. You like my barely there timeline and my script for only like three characters. Well then, let me try to add some more of that.

Guest (Aug 19): Aww... I try to keep going all the time. Mainly because bad things happen when I stop (like death threats). I'll try hard to keep on going, love.

randomphandom: It is always good to know that people enjoy my clumsy work! :P So you got to see a little more of what is occurring here. I hope you enjoyed that. You even got to see some G.I.W. because I know you love them. :) Thanks, and here is more.

Tenuem: Awkward? You? Never! Feel free to review to me until your fingers fall off. :D Aww... I love you! You're so nice! I never abandon work. I do go on unannounced years long hiatuses. Yeah, be wary of those. I know Danny is freaked out. The animal guy is the principal, and I could if you like. Hmm... maybe next chapter. The other kids... Did Tucker and Sam count? They are kids. Will he be used for training? I'm glad you are excited! Here! Have some more story! ~16crk

sacredstones: Two chapters in, and already interesting. Go me! Your hopes have granted you a continued story. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Kimera20: Thank you! I like you too! Umm... I mean it... I mean your picture?

917brat: Well, I'm glad it sounds good (I warmed up my voice and everything)! What has happened to Danny? How is he going to react? How are others going to react to him? Look I'm keeping up (I think).

guest (Sep 21): Your welcome for the update. Please review.

~ A Crying Collegiate