Author's Note: Yep Aizawa has had enough but continue forwards we must. I own nothing.

Always: Failed

These assholes just weren't getting it. She was never going to go dark side, it wasn't going to happen. Why did everyone she met seem to think she had some dark ulterior motive. She was going to be a hero, she was going to pass up All Might. She wasn't going to turn villain even if it killed her. Shigaraki walked forwards slowly, but not towards her. The one in the full mask, Scarface had called him Twice, had released her restraints shortly after making her watch the press conference UA put on and she'd blasted him back. Her free fighting privileges hadn't been revoked. She could still fight and not get in trouble for it, really there were laws in place for circumstances like this too, but she was a bit too busy with the question of her own survival right now to remember everything she'd learned over the past year. The pale man leaned forwards picking up the hand Bakugou had blown off his face and settled back in place. She was sick of his shit. She'd spent the last she guessed it was a day or so maybe more, the sharp toothed blonde behind the bar had fallen asleep a few times along with a few of the others, Lizard and Stupid Glasses being the main offenders, listening to them prattle on and on about how they weren't bad people they were trying to create a more just society by collapsing the one that currently worshiped heroes. The scarred one who'd at one point introduced himself as Dabi had treated the burn on the back of her neck, but said that the dressing would need to be changed soon.

"We may not be able to convince you with words but I know someone who's much better at this type of thing than I am. What do you think of that idea boss?" Bakugou blinked. She had been convinced that he was in charge, childish as he was his was the most dangerous quirk in the room barring maybe Dabi's. She didn't actually know what the blonde did but decaying someone like he'd done to Mr. Aizawa's arm wasn't something to be trifled with. The other villains looked slightly impressed as though they'd been expecting some other reaction to something that had happened. Bakugou had quickly come to the conclusion that these people were all batshit insane. Out of all of them only Dabi seemed even moderately sane, he'd actually explained himself well when he'd apologized for burning her and hadn't been stupid enough to release her himself when Shigaraki had ordered him to. A TV set in the corner that she hadn't noticed crackled with noise. It was set up like a skype screen but it was blurred with static, only the words 'sound only' displayed on the screen.

"That is a very mature decision Tomura Shigaraki. Very well, bring me the girl then." The voice sounded almost proud. Bakugou wanted to swear loudly and colorfully. She needed to get the hell out of here. There was a door behind her but she wasn't sure exactly what she would find on the other side. A street maybe, if she was lucky, close to people. Her face was currently being plastered all over the news after the press conference. Of course they would never think to look for her here, wherever here was. But she hadn't expected the principle of UA to be that clueless about everything that was happening. It was concerning to say the least. Or was it… she wasn't quite sure but she had more immediate issues to deal with as Shigaraki turned her way again.

"Kurogiri, Compress, put her back to sleep. And this time try not to burn her." If that had been meant to be comforting it wasn't, not in the slightest. She backed away slightly, there was no way for her to escape, unless she let off a big blast and made a break for the door. There was no guarantee she would make it there though. But she couldn't just not try as Compress, the man in the ridiculous mask and top hat, stepped closer. Then there was a knock at the door.

Within moments there were four pro heroes in the room, all the villains restrained, and apparently there were more on the ground below along with what seemed to be the entire police force decked out in SWAT gear. Bakugou let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as All Might stepped over to her. She was shaking slightly but tried not to let anyone see. The last thing she needed was for a bunch of pros to see her as a scared little kid. Of course, All Might took that moment to comment.

"I am sorry Young Bakugou! This has likely been a terrifying experience." Bakugou shook her head maybe a bit too vigorously her neck gave a painful throb under the bandage Dabi had applied. Her hand flying to it wasn't missed by any of the pro heroes who'd been briefed by Erasure Head on the possible injuries she could have.

"I wasn't scared!" There was defiance in her eyes but a slight tremble in her voice that gave her away as Shigaraki began to rage. It didn't take things long to go back to complete shit though. Out of nowhere black liquid appeared disgorging more of the things like the one that had been present during the USJ attack, Nomus. But Kurogiri was still out cold it shouldn't have been possible.

For half a second Bakugou thought she was going to be sick. She tried to fight it, she was standing right next to All Might, she wasn't going to puke on his shoes when nothing had fucking happened yet. But the feeling forced its way up her throat and out her mouth without her consent and she gagged as the same black tar that had transported the Nomu burst forth from between her lips. She thought she heard All Might scream out her name as she swore and slipped backwards through another portal. She was starting to genuinely despise warp quirks.

Deku was about ready to run with the others, they had to find someone who could help the downed heroes. They were all pretty terrified at this point. Iida was shaking, Todoroki's breath had become visible. Yaoyarozu was trembling and Kirishima was chewing on his lip. They had all seen Best Jeanist go down, none of them were sure if he was even still alive and the villain who had done that was still out there. The villain who had stolen Ragdoll's quirk. This had to be the one All Might had told him about, this had to be All for One. They had to make a break for it while they still could. Then a new noise caught Deku's attention. A hacking retching cough that definitely hadn't been there before. He had to know if Best Jeanist had survived. So taking a deep breath he peered over the wall they were hiding behind and froze anew.

"Kacchan?!" The others whirled to get a look over the wall. Deku was right of course. Bakugou was standing not four feet from the villain who had just taken down four pro heroes, likely killing at least one, without even breaking a sweat. She was gasping and coughing like she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.

She was still dressed in the grey sweatpants and black shirt she'd worn when she'd been captured nearly three days ago. Her hair was still up in a messy bun though it was starting to fall apart at this point and there was a large bandage around her neck. As they watched the villain approach their friend, helpless to do more, she tore it away like it was too tight against her skin and they all let out a low hiss at the sight of the wound on the back of her neck. It was in the near perfect shape of a hand wrapping itself around her neck. It was burned there, likely would always be if the condition of the wound even from this distance was any indication. Black oozing liquid began to drop from the sky and the villains who had attacked the training camp materialized all coughing save for Dabi and Kurogiri, who were unconscious, and Shigaraki who was on his knees in front of the man who looked to be staring at Bakugou with what might have been reverence.

This was the closest they had been to their friend in three days and they were still no nearer to rescuing her.