Chapter 26: Fainthearted
Izuku opened his eyelids to see slime being absorbed back into Doc. He was patting himself dry, from the moisture of the slime. He looked at his body to inspect the burns and bruises on his body. They all were still there, except for one missing where they stuck the needle in his arm. "Soooo, any updates?" Izuku uncomfortable ask Doc who was not looking at him.
Doc gestured a hand and pulled Izuku form the container. Izuku was now standing still as Doc vultures around him, inspecting his body. "Deku. Do you see any mutations on you?" Doc tapped the sides of Izuku's head around the temple area. "Do you feel any different?"
"No." The feelings of doubt was now re-entering Izuku. Mmm. This feels familiar. Maybe this blood thing is not going to work. "Hey Doc, do you think this blood thing is going to work?" Shit, should I have said that.
Doc looked at Izuku with an eyebrow that raised up. "We never know if we don't try. You should be appreciating this stuff, remember your first experiment." Izuku looked at the chair he was in earlier, then he thought back to two weeks prior. Where he was strap in, and was not transferring blood, but struck him with something. What did they do to me? Izuku expression went from frighten to confuse. "That's the real stuff."
The boy looked at the man in the lab coat, "Real stuff?"
The Doc retorted, "Yeah, that stuff can severely damage the body. We expected short term effects, but from the results, they all died … eventually." The Doc frowned, "We all will die."
The thought of death stroke through him. Death. I can actually die here. Do these people even care if I die the next test. I need to get out of here. "I gotta to leave now." The way Izuku said it, he was timid and shaking. "See you in a couple of days." Izuku immediately grabbed his stuff and headed for the door.
"Keep on walking Izuku. Know this, Magne training will be less intense than last week." Doc looked back at the boy, then he headed to a room that was isolated in the warehouse. Izuku creeped out and shut the door behind him, he was now on the train.
Izuku was now wearing his school uniform to not draw attention to his bruises on the train that was pack from head to toe. He was standing and watching the world pass on the train, thinking to himself. Am I just an experiment to them? This feels the same as before I meant them. Izuku thought back to Magne saying "Come here baby!" Then to Lune, "He's excited about training you." And finally to Doc, to the moments earlier today, "Keep on walking Izuku." Why would they be treating me this way if I were doomed to die. Why are they supporting and investing in me? He even called me by my real name earlier. I guess I am more to them than just a vessel.
When Izuku got off the train, he headed immediately home. Compare to his other visits, he arrived earlier than usual. It was midway where the sun was setting and Izuku blocked the sun with his hand. It was there where he noticed a bit of bleeding was coming from hand. The blood was roughly dry, indicating he was scrapped earlier. Must have been scrapped getting out of the train. Izuku applied pressure to the spot he was scrapped. After he wiped wound, it was revealed that it was a really small poke wound. That's peculiar.
As soon as Izuku walked into the apartment, his mother immediately approached him. "Izuku, where have you been?" She looked at his body, checking for possibly any marks of abuse.
Gotta think of something fast. "Ummm. Hey mom, I'm fine." With a frantic laugh and smile, Izuku release his usual expression. "I just wanted to visit the school I will be attending, then one thing lead to another and I followed a hero around."
The mother sighed, "Okay, okay. I am happy that you are safe." She sat down on the crouch, then she proceeded to lie down on the couch. She felt tired, weak, meek. She cares for her son than she did a while before. Izuku proceeded and did some quick research on heros in the school's general area. Surprisingly, Izuku did the task without thinking too much, it was as if natural instinct took over. I forgot how much of a hardcore fan I was.
Once his research was completed, he saw that his mother was already asleep on the couch. Looking at his mother, he thought to himself, Just a few more days, just a few more days then my lifestyle change, then all the work you done would be really helpful for me.
Hey! This is Story-Narrator here. Thank you for reading the fanfic. I prefer writing small amounts then post them around a weekly time, but I know there are some who prefer reading quantity. To me, "Intriguer" is like a webcomic or something with four spaces, so enjoy.