Midoriya was sore, to say the least. He kept getting beaten up by the villains while he was chained to the wall, but he kept grinning and insulting the villains like he had nothing better to do.
Scratch that. He did have nothing better to do. He couldn't do much when he was chained to a wall, after all.
He earned a fair number of bruises and stab wounds, maybe a broken rib or two. All in a days work. His mom used to do that to him, after he had been officially declared quirkless. Those injuries were nothing new to him.
He didn't know how long he had been chained to the wall though. Maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, he couldn't really tell. His wrist, the one that Shigaraki had almost finished disintegrating, was starting to throb, as well as his multiple other wounds that had probably opened up or were made worse by the thrashing he got.
It was starting to become a cycle. Get picked up from his cell, let himself get chained to a wall for who knew how long, insult the villains as they tried to "interrogate" him, get beaten up, try to retaliate somehow, rinse and repeat. Add a dash two heroes acting like mother hens towards him and maybe a few more exposed muscles and bones, and his experience in the hands of the villains could probably be summed up.
Midoriya couldn't help but feel that this entire situation was so, so familiar. His bullies from preschool, Kacchan being a harsh, swearing mother hen that tried to beat up anyone that even looked at him wrong. It seemed like the world decided, hey, you didn't suffer enough as a child. Here. Take an adult version of everything that happened to you as a kid. Instead of getting a bruise, break a bone. Instead of getting a mild cur from a rock, get a knife buried in your gut. Instead of walking around covered in black and blue bruises, just bleed out and die.
He wasn't allowed to treat his wounds though. He felt a lot warmer than usual, even though he still insisted on wearing his hood. The body of the hoodie and sleeves were slowly getting shredded though. Midnight had pointed out that he was too warm, but Midoriya just passed it off as all of them being disorientated due to being stuck in that cramped, unsanitary place for so long. But Midoriya couldn't help but worry that his wounds were infected, since having a fever was a sign of an infection.
He also started to suffer from bouts of dizziness. Most of the time, he suddenly felt nauseous while he was being roughed up, so he had attributed it to the possible blood loss he was suffering from, or maybe a concussion from when a villain punched him in the face too hard, or backhanded him into the wall.
The poison wasn't helping his situation as well. Maybe the poison was causing the fever and the dizziness. Midoriya couldn't really tell which symptom was a result of which injury since there were too many causes and effects. He was good at permutations and combinations, but the dizziness in his head wasn't helping as he tried to figure out which part of his body was hurting the most.
He was fine, right? He wasn't going to die so soon. He couldn't afford to die so soon.
His captors were getting worse.
Midoriya had a ridiculous amount of pain tolerance, and didn't even seem to be bothered by their methods of trying to "convince" him to spill the weaknesses of various heroes, if the amount of mocking and smiling and trash talking Midoriya did was an indication of anything.
The villains decided to take it up a notch. They couldn't kill him, after all. Shigaraki wanted him to suffer. So they made it into a competition: Who could rough the vigilante up and get the most reaction out of him without killing him.
It started small. He was kicked around a lot more, knives and various other weapons were taken out, and he could feel his skin and flesh getting cut apart, blood dripping all over the place.
His vision was blurry, as the villains in front of his face were multiplying. Even then, Midoriya couldn't stop his brain as it kept analysing the villains; their attack patterns, preferred weapons of choice, any quirks or habits they had that could be exploited. Days of being beaten black and blue by the same guys left him with tons of information. He was certain he could beat them if he could get out of his restraints.
Of course. Midoriya hadn't even thought about getting out of his cuffs since he had been there. He had been focussing more on angering the villains so that they would turn all their attention and energy on him. What better way than to escape his restrains and run wild in their base? His hands were cuffed behind his back but Midoriya was fairly certain he could get around that.
Midoriya couldn't help but laugh out loud. Perhaps the blood loss was really getting to his head.
"The hell you laughing for?! You think this is funny?!" A man that had a spike quirk growled. Perfect. He has the tendency to lean forward too much when he punches.
"I don't know. Maybe the fact that a bunch of grown men can't even beat a scrawny little kid is freaking hilarious to me!" Midoriya grinned, baring his teeth as his eyes practically challenged the man to come at him.
He took the bait apparently.
"You little brat!" He growled, charging at the smaller boy. Midoriya just sidestepped him, and his momentum made him crash into the wall. He yanked a spike off the man, and kicked him in the gut, knocking him out.
He quickly set to work, trying to pick the cuffs that chained him to the wall off, all the while dodging and trying to lessen the damage the other villains were trying to do, knocking them out if he had the chance to do so.
Lucky for him, there weren't many of them in the first place, and Midoriya had no problem dealing with them before finally managing to pick the cuffs on his wrists. He carefully squatted down, wincing as his knee buckled at the action. That was probably broken somehow. He picked the cuffs off his ankles, and dislocated his left thumb, slipping it out of the quirk suppressing cuff. He didn't want to dislocate both his thumbs, and opted to just leave the cuff hanging from his right wrist, and ran out of the room. He kept the spike with him, just in case.
Blood was dripping slowly on the ground, and Midoriya huffed as he realised once they realised he had somehow escaped, they would be able to track him down easily. No problems. Midoriya wanted to piss them off.
His mind suddenly lit up, and Midoriya set off, carefully opening and closing doors so as to check what was inside without alerting anyone of his presence.
Best way to piss off the villains - set the heroes on them.
Midoriya creeped around a corner, ignoring the pounding migraine that had started to act up as he tried to locate the security room. This might be his only chance to be able to do something. No doubt they would increase security on him once they caught him.
If the villains were smart, and Midoriya had no doubt they were, since they were able to evade everyone for at least a few months while kidnapping people left and right, they would have some sort of security system that would scramble their location, in case they kidnapped someone with a find this phone app or a tracker, or at least jam the signals. But they had to have some way of communicating, so there should be somewhere in the base where he could send messages from. He could try to find their coordinates, or send some kind of tracking signal that Eraserhead and Nezu could pick up.
It didn't take too long for Midoriya to find the place he wanted. There were several locked doors that Midoriya couldn't enter, but besides from that, the base wasn't that big. Midoriya already made a mental map of the areas he had accessed.
Pushing the door open, he entered the room. Monitors of all sorts lay around, and one of them showed the security cameras in the base. Grinning, Midoriya set the camera's on loop. Then, he tapped into one of the other monitors to try and access what he wanted; signal jamming.
Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the base, and Midoriya jumped. Crap. They knew he was free. He didn't have much time. Midoriya hurriedly clicked through the settings, trying to find the virtual switch.
Just as he found what he came for, he tensed up as he felt the air behind him shift, and he turned around, coming face to face with the misty purple face called Kurogiri.
"Found him." The portal man growled, as Midoriya clicked the button that would disable the signal jamming.
Shigaraki emerged from the portal, grabbing Midoriya and yanking him through, disintegrating his shoulder as he tumbled through the portal and landed harshly on the ground.
"Kurogiri. What did he do?" Shigaraki hissed.
"Nothing much, apparently. He just disabled the jamming signals, but I already reactivated it. It wouldn't do him any good, since we had already checked the prisoners for trackers and removed them." Kurogiri coolly replied.
Midoriya bit his lip. God damn it. That was probably his only chance.
"Well... it looks like we're going to have to punish you. It's late now. You better rest up. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day." Shigaraki mocked, grabbing Midoriya's injured shoulder and harshly dislocated it, before ordering Kurogiri to dump him back in his cell.
Kan felt sick looking at the vigilante that the portal had deposited. Midoriya had been dumped back in his cell like a horrible state many times, but this was taking it to a new level. Some of his muscle and bones could be seen, and his leg and shoulder seemed to be broken and dislocated. Kan was used to seeing a lot of blood, his quirk practically called for it, but Midoriya was covered in so much blood that Kan wanted to throw up.
Kan and Kayama, both being UA pro heroes, had their fair share of "interrogation." Apparently, they wanted to find information on how to beat All Might. As if they would reveal anything. But neither of them were in as bad a shape as the young boy.
Groaning, the boy sat up, and slammed his shoulder against the wall, and a sickeningly loud pop was heard as he forced his shoulder back into place. Kayama cringed slightly at the sound. Kurogiri had re-cuffed him, apparently, and Midoriya slumped against the wall.
"What the heck did you do?" Kan asked. They heard the alarms. Clearly something had happened.
"I escaped, disabled the system that was jamming signals, and got re-caught." Midoriya hissed, burying his face in his knees, "They said they checked everyone for trackers already."
"Wait... you did what?" Kayama blinked, looking towards Kan. Both of them had multiple trackers on them, but Maijima had made Kan a small one that was probably somewhere in his bloodstream...
"Disabled jamming signals for like half a minute." Midoriya groaned.
Kan and Kayama grinned at each other. Half a minute. That was all they needed.
"Why are you guys so happy?"
"Don't worry. We'll get out of here soon." Kayama smiled.
Nezu jumped as a loud beep sounded from his computer. He had spent a long time trying to triangulate the location of the possible main bases based on tons of information he had compiled from a variety of other sources, and was not expecting his tracker program to act up two months after Kan and Kayama's disappearance.
He clicked on the program, eager to shut the beeping noise off. He wonder what had set it off.
A red blinking dot on his screen stared back at him.
One of Kan's trackers. More specifically, the mini one that he had, hidden in his blood stream.
Nezu grinned.
Aizawa yawned as he perched on the roof. He was currently on patrol with Yamada when he received a message from Nezu.
He took out his phone, nearly dropping it as he fumbled to unlock it as Yamada pulled him back from the edge. It would be horrible if he dropped it.
There was a location, and Nezu had told him to scout it out with Yamada, stating that Kan's tracker had acted up and they had gotten a location.
Aizawa scratched his head in confusion. The location was in the middle of the city, and that area was full of people, being some sort of work office building of some sort. It was in the middle of the night, and the entire area should be relatively empty at that point of time, except for a couple stragglers. He would go check it out, maybe intervene if the situation gets too out of hand, and wait for the other heroes to wake up in the morning. Nezu stated that he had already sent an alert to them to tell them to gather at the area and wait for his signal. He also wanted to get some sort of clearance for the building so they didn't hurt innocent civilians.
They couldn't afford to not jump at the chance. Who knew, maybe they would change locations if they left them alone for too long. Even if the location was wrong, they could probably cancel that location off the possible list of locations they had.
"Come on. Let go of me." Aizawa grunted, shrugging off Yamada who was grabbing onto his scarf and reading the message from behind his back.