Nightmares and Kidnappings
His world was dark, and silent.
He was stuck in between the plane of existence and nonexistence. It was hard to tell, whether he was real or just a figment of his own imagination. There was nothing but the cold, hard floor that gave him only the slightest indication of being.
The silence faded away after what may have been years or a few mere seconds. Being replaced with whispers of nonsense. Hard to grasp or understand at all, only catching bits and pieces here and there.
Among all of the quiet whispers where was one louder voice, it started out faint; far away. Then as time passed that one voice began growing louder and louder. It was hard to focus on it at first, but it had begun to sound familiar, making him anxious to listen closer.
It was warm, and familiar. Oh so familiar, but he couldn't quite place how. His mind too muddled at the moment. He knows the voice, he knows he does. He has to...
"Izuku?"
His eyes snap open.
He looks around his immediate area, still in the Grand Cathedral but something felt...different. Something felt wrong, horribly wrong.
The bloodstains from his previous battle were gone, leaving only the drab coloring. The lamp that he had seen earlier disappeared, no trace of it.
"Izuku?"
His head snapped up, again! That voice it was...
"Mom?"
He scrambled to his feet, almost falling over. Most of his injuries were gone, all that remained were just a few bruises and scratches.
He ran towards the source of the voice, towards the long set of stais that led down to the Ward, or maybe they led home. He doesn't register that the world feels a little bit darker, that everything feels upside down.
He rushes down the stairs too fast, tripping over his own feet halfway down. He grunts as he tumbles down, receving new scrapes and bumps. He groaned as he landed at the foot of the stairs, rolling over painfully onto his back.
"Izuku, there you are!"
He shot up, getting to his feet to look at the wide open doors of the cathedral. Instead of the depressing landscape in a world full of horrors, his mother stood at the entrace surrounded by what he could only describe as the warmth of home.
He runs at her, hearing her laugh as he tackles her into a hug. He stifles a sob, and holds back hot tears as she wraps her arms around him. He wants to cry when he hears her begin to sob loudly, hugging him tightly.
"You're alright..." She murmurs, feeling him nod.
"I-I am, I'm o-okay." He assures her, ignoring the feeling of something wrong. He pushes down the sick feeling in his stomach, writing it off as not important.
"I'm so happy to see you again, but still." He hears a frown in her voice, the joy fading. "Izuku dear..." She runs a hand through his messy hair. "Why did you leave me?"
His eyes snap open as her voice deepened, turning into vicious snarls. He forces himself free from her embrace and watches as the once familiar, smiling face of his mother begins to distort. He watches her body break apart, bones protuding where there were no wounsd before. Her body convulses violently as she twists and screams in pain, claws growing where there were fingers, teeth sharpening into razar sharp spikes.
He backs up, watching the malformed creature he called his mother turn to him, dark eyes filled with a ravenous hunger that demanded to be satiated. He feels tears begin to run down his face as the creature roars in pain, collapsing to the floor and reaching for him.
"I...zu..." She threw her head back, blood splattering across the walls as her body was forcibly reshaped into a large creature. Dark green fur with streaks of gray were colored red in some parts. The once kind face was now forever stuck in a scream of pain and horror, dead eyes that stared him down. The beast roared and began to barrel towards the frightened boy, making him scream and run up the strairs form whence he came.
He yells as he hears a large claw slam into the stairs, trying to catch him and tear him apart. He almost trips over himself once or twice, always regaining his footing and running even faster than before.
It felt like the stairs were endless, there was nothing to reach. There was only the boy and the beast.
He flinched when he heard the sound of a guttural roar, feeling it reverberate throughout him and shake him to his core. He gasps as he thought he saw the top of the stairs, a possible end to this torture. He felt the ground tremble as the beast bounded after him, he could almost feel the sharp claws graze the back of his neck.
He reaches the top of the stairs, the shaking ground making him lose his balance. He grunts as he turns around, seeing the beast is almost upon him. He helplessly whimpers and backs away from the stairs hearing seeing the beast lunge at him. He closes his eyes and turns his head away, begging for a swift death,
He hears the slamming of doors and something large slam into them. Metal rings out in protest and the roars of the beast are muffled behind something.
He hesitantly opened his eyes, looking to where the beast should have been. Instead, at the top of the stairs there were large doors that hadn't been there before. He let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding, shakily getting to his feet. He flinches when the beast roars, making him backpedal away from the door. He covers his ears as the beast pounds against the door, again and again.
He wasn't sure how long he was sitting there before the pounding faded away, his thoughts and scared words helping to drown it all out.
"Stop...Stop please. You're not real, not real. Not real..." He mutters, over and over again. He realizes the pounding was gone after he had quieted down.
It felt hard to breathe, like thick, hot air was suffocating him. He was once again sealed in a dark, silent space. Time was frozen.
He's not sure how long he sat there, eyes screwed shut and hands covering his ears. He was only aware of the stone ground beneath him, the only concrete thing in whatever twisted reality he was in.
As he took a deep breath he suddenly became aware of the loud crackling behind him. Like firewood popping and sparking. The deep, labored breaths of a creature of some kind.
He willed himself not to look, to not turn around and face whatever was waiting behind him. He failed to obey they command, shakily turning around. He covered his mouth to stifle a gasp, not wanting to wake whatever it was that sat resting in where the altar was supposed to be.
Instead of the altar, there was what looked like the first beast they faced. The same twisted horns, the same messy and blood stained fur that was evidence to a killing of some kind. The only thing that was different was the fire that seemed to glow under the flesh of the beast, embers glowing brightly in the darkness of the room.
"What's happening?" He asks himself, trying to piece together what was happening.
"This can't be real, none of this can be." He shakes his head. "It's a nightmare, I have to be in a nightmare!" He says loudly, trying to convince himself.
As he tries to piece together what was happeing he hears something shift loudly. He looks up in shock, seeing the creature from the large altar begin to move. The old bones that must hae gone unused for years creaking and snapping loudly as the creature rises from it's place of rest. He feels his limbs lock up as the beast screeches loudly, holding it's head and reaching out for him.
It stomps over to him, the air around him growing hotter and hotter. He finds it hard to breathe in, taking in gasping breaths.
He tries to move away to back up, to get away and buy himself enough time to do something, to make a plan. He finds himself unable to move, looking up as the creature gives him a feral smile; raising it's fist up.
As it brings it claws down on him, where he had expected blinding pain a numbing darkness had replaced.
-HotN-
"Mister Deku!"
His eyes snap open, and he shoots up immediately regretting it. He lets out a yell of pain and forces himself to slowly lower himself back to the ground. He groans as all the pain comes in waves, the only thing keeping him from passing out again is the young girl sitting next to him with watering eyes.
"V-Victoria? What are you doing here?" He asks, watching her wipe her eyes as he starts to sit back up again.
"The bell rang Mister Deku! A-And then the sky started to turn dark, and I-I saw it was coming from the cathedral! I-I thought you were hurt, and I ran over here. I found you lying here, and you weren't waking up..." She looks down. "I thought you..."
"N-No, I'm fine." He gives her a weak smile. "I'm sorry I scared you, I just needed a little bit of rest. Don't worry I'm fine now." A white lie, he was not fine. Between the pain coursing through his body and his mind still trying to focus on the reaiity in front of him, he was not fine.
He groans as he slowly gets to his feet, his body shooting pins and needles of pain and punishment and begging him to rest. He makes sure to put all of his weight on his left leg, trying not to further strain it.
Oh if Recovery Girl could see him now, she'd have a fit. She'd probably give him a scolding before treating him.
"Mister Deku, you're hurt! You shouldn't move, you might-"
"I'll be fine." He nods to her. "Let's just get to the chapel, and if it makes you feel better I'll rest when we get there."
She looks at him for a moment before nodding, she gingerly takes his hand and walks forward slowly. She saw his leg, how it looked all smashed up, how he kept leaning on his left side.
Izuku stays quiet as his mind darts between one thought to another. Going back to his mother's terrifying tranformation, to the large fiery beast, to focusing on staying on his feet. While he focuses on his thoughts he doesn't see the concerned look of the little girl.
He doesn't snap out of his thought until he hears the scared gasp of Victoria and the low moan of one of the black garbed creatures. It turns towards them and points at them, beginning to walk forward.
"M-Mister Deku." She mutters, clinging tightly to his hand. She gasps when he lifts her up and takes a step back, watching him narrow his eyes and grit his teeth.
"Victoria I need you to hang on tight okay? If I fall down and I can't get back up you need to run to the chapel okay?" He asks her, grunting his green lighting sparks around his injured body and red lines faintly decorate his pale skin.
"What are you going to do?" She asks, doing as he said and clinging on to him tightly. She frowns when he doesn't answer and merely watches the beast run forward with his crucifix raised in the air.
"Mister Deku, h-he's-" She was cut off when he suddenly darted forward, wind rushing past them. She yelps and hangs on even tighter, watching as they race past many beasts that realize their presence and tires to attack him. She doesn't see the pained expression Izuku wears or hear the cracking of bones.
Izuku breathes in a sigh of relief as he sees the small chapel from the top of the stairs.
We got here pretty quick, but I'm starting to push it. I think One For All might just hold out long enough to-
His thoughts were cut off as he felt his quirk disappear, he screamed as his legs buckles; feeling something in his right leg break further. He wraps his arms around her tightly as they tumble down the stairs, trying to make sure she receives no injuries. He grunts as they hit the ground, rolling forward a bit.
He gasps as another creature walks forward, a sharpened walking stick in it's hand.
Dammit, dammit I can't move!
"Victoria run!" He yells, letting her go and pushing her forward.
"But Mister Deku-"
"Go!" He yells, rolling out of the way as the stick strikes the stone ground. He watches her run away to the safety of the chapel.
He tries to use whatever is left of his strength to back away, desperately trying to drag himself to the safe haven.
He yells in pain as the weapon drives itself into his shoulder, cutting through muscle and spilling hot blood. He feels it ripping out of his body, leaving him gasping in pain.
Why don't you just die? You'd be fine, you'd come back.
He desperately drags him closer and closer to the chapel with his left arm.
Because I don't want to die!
He flinches as he hears a loud gunshot and that strange noise. Before he could look up he feels someone drag him to his feet, half carrying him and rushing to the chapel. He grunts as he hlaf lowered, hald dropped to the ground, hearing panting beside him.
"You're a lot heavier than you look Midoriya." A cool voice speaks, chuckling when it hears a small sob of relief.
"M-Mister Todoroki!" Victoria says, running over from the other entrance of the chapel.
"H-Hey Todoroki..." Izuku mumbles, wiping away a few tears and rolling onto his back.
"Midoriya what happened to you, and where if your coat?" He asks, helping the greenette sit up. "And why was Victoria with you?"
"I- ran out of blood vials and, my coat got ripped up by winds and..." He trails off, coughing up a bit of blood midsentence.
"Winds? What do, oh. Your quirk?" He asks, getting a nod in return. "But why was-"
"I went to find him! I told him I was going to look for him if he didn't come back with the next bell ring. He didn't come back, then the sky became dark. When he still hadn't come back I went to find him, and he was on the ground in the Grand Cathedral!" Victoria sees the dual haired boy shoot a look to his friend. "He wasn't waking up..."
"Midoriya..."
"I thought I'd be back by then." He answers, grunting as he tries to get to his feet. Shouto tries to get him to sit but figures he'd learn and sit back down after a few minutes on his feet.
"You overused your quirk." Shouto tells him, letting go of Izuku when he pats his arm. He reaches into his bag and grabs three vials.
"I did, but- Todoroki! You don't have to give me your blood vials, it's okay. Once I go back to the Dream I can-"
"Deku!" They all look up when a loud voice echoes throughout the chapel. An angry blonde stomps through the chapel towards the other two hunters.
"So damn loud." The old woman grumbles.
"K-Kacchan? Hey, wha-" Izuku didn't have enough time to react as a fist slammed into his face, making him fall to the ground with a loud thud. He groans in pain, holding his bruised cheek as he feels his childhood friend roughly grab his arm and forcibly drag him to his feet.
"Bakugo!" Shouto yells, about to separate the two until he feels a small hand grab his. He looks down, seeing the scared face of the little girl.
"Why is Mister Kacchan..."
"Deku you worthless fuck-up! Do you realize what you've fucking done!" He yells, punching the poor teen again when he doesn't get an answer.
Izuku cough and spits out a bit of blood, looking up. "What are you...talking about?"
"You!" He drags the dizzy teen outside and forces him to look up to the sky. "Fucking did this!"
"What are you talking about?" Izuku mumbles, grunting as he's forced back inside, still gathering himself.
"The person I talked to over in the forest, said that as soon as someone brought on night it was the start of the end. I talked to Icyhot before we split up to look for the brat, and he sure as hell didn't see anything! And the damn crow lady said it probably came from the Grand Cathedral. So I'm going ot ask again you idiot, what did you fucking do?" He sees Izuku flinch as hot smoke begins to come from the hand that holds his arm.
"Bakugo that is enough!" Shouto takes his hand from Victoria, feeling his left grow hot and his right cold. He takes a step forward, giving a warning glare to the explosive teen.
"Stay out of it-"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Izuku says simply, grabbing Katsuki's wrist tightly.
"Deku-"
"Shut up Kacchan!" He yells, silencing the whole room. He doesn't realize he's begun trembling.
"Why do you insist that whatever happened was my fault? I didn't do anything!" He yells, seeing an irritated look cross Katsuki's features. "I don't even know how I would have done that!" He points outside. Searching his mind for anything that could he saw that could be a clue.
"Well somehow you did fucker! Because it had to be triggered by someone!"
"How do you it wasn't you who did it Katsuki." Izuku snaps, earning another hard punch to the face. He almost falls to the ground, but forces himself to keep his feet planted and his grip on Katsuki's wrist tight.
Shoto growls as he steps forward, putting a ice covered hand on Izzuku's uninjured shoulder and his flame licked hand on Katsuki's arm. "That is enough!"
"Wow, now that really upset you didn't it?" Izuku grins. "Was it because I called you Katsuki or because I actually made you think about the possibility of something actually being your fault!" He yells, feeling something in him snap.
"I am going to kick you ass Deku!"
"Go ahead Katsuki! Nothing has stopped you before!" He feels a manic grin cross his features.
"Shut your fucking mouth Deku."
Shouto shoots a look to Katsuki. "Excuse me?"
"You know what Katsuki, I wanna know..." Izuku feels himself shaking, the manic grin disappearing. "Why! Why are you so..." He shakes his head, trying to find words in the struggle of his exhaustion and rage.
"Why am I what Deku?" Katsuki growls.
Shouto's grip tightens on the two, a bit of frost spreading across Izuku's shoulders; the flames beginning to burn Katsuki's sleeves.
"Why are you such a dick!" He yells. "What have I ever done to you, to warrant such hate towards me you temperamental brat!" He screams, looking up to the taller boy and receiving another punch that actually knocks him down.
He coughs and looks up, anger burning in his green eyes. He quickly gets to his feet, trying to summon his quirk. He only has a hollow feeling in his chest, fine. No quirk it is then.
His breathing is raggedy as he gets to his feet and draws back his fist, ready to punch Katsuki's lights out, injured or not.
Stop!He feels himself freeze, glaring into Katsuki's red eyes.
Something was wrong, why was he so angry? Why was he taking satisfaction in pissing Kacchan off? Why was he so ready to beat his friend into the ground?
He felt that something in him snap, what was it? His temper? Something else?
He grits his teeth, he shouldn't do this. He shouldn't be feeling this way, why can't he just think rationally?
He is. Isn't he?
"What's wrong Deku, lose your nerve?" Katsuki grins, he figured the green coward would chicken out last minute. Remember his place.
"Midoriya." Shouto watches him, seeing him shake violently as tears begin to prick at his eyes. Were they tears of anger? Or something else?
Neither of them expected him to whirl around and punch the wall, hearing something crack loudly and feeling the building shake. A bit of blood staining his knuckles. They watched him shake his head and turn away fom them, pathetically limping away and nursing his hand.
"Fucking pathetic." Katsuki mutters, watching him limp away the way he came. He huffs and walks out the other entrance, where he had disposed of the lantern bearers earlier. He stalks off near the graves, feeling irriated.
Shouto tries to approach Izuku, only to receive a shaking head and a refusal of words. He lets the boy be, deciding instead to confront Katsuki.
"Bakugo." Shouto says, waching the blond shatter a few graves with a harsh kick.
"What!" He growls, looking over to the dual haired boy.
"What did Midoriya mean when he said 'it hasn't stopped you before'?" He asks, his voice low.
"What does it matter to you Icyhot?" Katsuki scowls. He rolls his eyes when the sound of a frustrated scream echoes from the courtyard above them.
"It matters to me because Midoriya is my friend. Don't think I didn't notice that you dodged the question when he asked why you act the way you do. Why don't you just answer it Bakugo?" He meets the red eyed glare.
Katsuki scowls not saying anything.
"Are you afraid to admit something?" He asks.
"The fuck did you just say Icyhot!" Katsuki yells, explosions going off from his palms. He marches up to Shouto and grabs him by the collar.
Shouto listens to the threats and swears of the blond, neither him or the angry teen taking notice of the greennette looking down at them from the courtyard.
Izuku watches them from above, sighing and rubbing his eyes. He leans against the railing, feeling tired and worn out. Both body and mind exhausted and craving rest.
As he starts to walk away he feels a shift, a dark eerie change. His eyes dart to the dark vortex that swirls and churns endlessly, willing to consume anything in it's path. His mind goes blank for a moment before darting back to the railing. He sees the other two still talking, scowls on their faces.
"Todoroki! Kacchan! Get out of the way!" He screams, his panicked voice echoing loudly.
"What?" Katsuki looks up to the scared face of Izuku before registering the vortex that came to consume both Shouto and he.
"Oh shit!" As they both are about to attempt to get away the vortex seems to lunge forward, claws gripping them tightly.
They yell loudly, trying to struggle against the strange force that keeps them hovering in midair. They both hear Izuku yelling their names.
Shouto was the first to look at the panicking nerd, seeing him trying to draw on his quirk and make attempt to save them. His eyes widen when he sees a tall, lanky hooded creature carrying a large sack creeping up behind the desperate boy.
"Midoriya look out!" He yells, seeing the boy freeze then whirl around.
Izuku turned around to look at what he had been warned of.
He felt the cold stone ground before he felt the blinding pain that followed the punch he had been given. He hears someone yelling, was it him or one of the other two?
He struggles to get to his feet, forgetting where he was for a moment. He looks up, the air knocked from his lungs as he was kicked to the ground, rolling away and crashing into what is now a broken bench.
"Msiter Deku!" Victoria screams, running out into the open. Stopping and looking up when she sees the other two being held in midair, yelling in pain.
"What the hell..." Katsuki mutters, staring straight ahead. His mind seems to be conflicting with itself, trying to process what was or wasn't there. He thinks he sees a large, translucent beast that hangs off of the chapel. It has it's head tilted, as if observing and deciding something. Then his vision changes to seeing nothing there, yet feeling a tight grip that makes both him and Icyhot scream in pain as it squeezes them.
Katsuki looks down, barely able to keep his eyes open as the air is squeezed from his lungs. He sees the frightened little girl, shaking and in a conflict. Whether to run inside and hide or make an attempt to save any of them.
He sees Deku getting his assed kicked by the strange beast that seemed to appear out of nowhere. He hears Icyhot scream something, only to get cut off as the air around them changed. Something shifted, a darkness began to surround them as they were crushed. Both he and Shouto being swallowed by a churning darkness, he hears a yell from someone or something before everything goes black.
"Victoria! No! Get back!" Izuku yells before he's kicked into the ground once more. He coughs as he feels something in his chest crack, probably a broken rib. He watches the little girl run to the side of the railing grabbing a small pebble and throwing it at the beast, grabbing it's attention.
"Leave him alone!" She yells, making herself stand her ground. She gets into a sloppy fighting pose, trying to put on a brave face. A weak smile on her face.
I'm going to find you!
Not a suggestion, but a promise.
It growls as it begins to stalk towards her, breaking apart her burst of sudden courage with each step. She begins to back up, keeping her weak little fists up as she hears a yell from inside the chapel.
"Victoria! Run away!" Izuku screams, reaching for his weapon. Only to find he has none, both of them in the Grand Cathedral. One shattered to pieces and the other probably lying at the foot of the altar. All he has is his gun, and compared to everything else it's just a peashooter.
Better than nothing.
He struggles to his feet, a tight grip of the blunderbuss in his left hand. He feels hot tears sting his eyes, why was he crying?
He shook his head and put a big smile on his face.
"Victoria get down!" He yells, seeing the girl's eyes dart towards him and nod. Obeying and ducking down as a click is heard and the explosive sound of scattered bullets fill the air. Many of them piercing into the flesh of the beast, making it stagger for a moment. It regains it's balance and tuns to the boy, a low growl rumbling from it's throat.
Izuku throws his blunderbuss to the side, his hands balled up in fists.
"You get the hell away from her." He growls.
Before the little girl could yell in protest she's grabbed the old woman and dragged inside kicking and screaming.
"No! Mister Deku dont-" A sob breaks her protest as she sees a dark aura surround the beast as he lunges forward. She can't bring herself to look away as Mister Deku is grabbed by his neck and slammed repeatedly into the ground. He still makes an attempt to fight, weakly clawing at the hand closed around his neck. Trying to blink away the dark spots that dance wildly in his vision.
"There's nothing you can do girl." The old woman mutters, setting the girl down.
She stands there in silence watching as the limp body was thrown into the large wagon carrying coffins. The only indication he was alive was the very slow rise and fall of his chest.
Get Miss Eileen
Get Miss Eileen!
She couldn't move a muscle, she could only watch as the beast pick the boy up by his neck once more. Inspecting him, giving a growl when he weakly opens his eyes.
He looks to the side, exhausted green orbs meeting teary blue ones.
He manages to give her one more weak smile.
It's going to be okay
He was slammed into the ground one more time. This time he didn't open his eyes, whether he he was dead or not it was hard to tell.
Neither her or the old lady said anything as the battered and broken body was dragged away.
The only sound that cut through the thick silence were the sobs of the little girl.
She could have done more, right?
She could have saved him...
No.
She was a little girl.
What could she have possbily done?
-HotN-
Hello everybody!Hope yall enjoyed that chapter!
I had been planning this chapter for the longest time, wowie!I finally did it!
Huzzah!
I also wanted to get this chapter out real quick since there's the possbility of me not posting another for a while due to me visiting family and a CERTAIN LOSER is getting sick. (me)
Fun fact, while writing this I was mostly listening to songs by Steampianist, mostly Popopo and Rust. If you haven't heard them then I highly recommend listening to them!
Anyway, that's enough of me blabbering.I hope everyone has a great day/night!
P.S I don't own Bloodborne or MHA
