Author note: So I just got back on my computer and I was looking at rough drafts for my other stories and I found this. This was supposed to be my oneshot story for hollaween but it ended up being a lot longer than I anticipated so I dropped it. I didn't want to leave it with dust on it so I just decided to post it let me know if you guys like it or not but I am working on my other story right now so don't worry my naruto hinata lovers lol

Chapter 1

The rain was coming down harshly. It smacked against the red umbrella as the woman dress in a dark coat walked swiftly to the huge building that loomed over her small frame. The black sky with no source of light made the construction look just that much more menacing.

She made a beeline for the double grey doors. A hand dug into the opening of her coat to pull out an ID card that hung around her neck.

As she approached the door a lone bulb tucked into the corner flickered with a weak glow. Swiftly she swiped her ID along the side of the black machine, it beeped and then turned green. A clicking sound followed just as she dropped her ID to open the door.

Finding refuge inside the building, she took down her umbrella and shook it all while swiping her sneakers against the matt. After she was satisfied she walked deeper into the building. The long hallway echoed her squeaking shoes with each step, the sound of the rain making a dull pitter-patter. She brought down her hoodie and shook her long black hair side to side. The hallway was darker than usual, a few lights giving it a haunted glow.

Her walk seemed to stretch forever, but finally, she made it to the end and pushed the double doors open. She was met with a small waiting room with a few couches and seats. There was a glass room to her right where a plump woman was sitting in a chair, typing away at a small computer. She swiveled her chair at the sound of the doors opening.

The woman didn't need to show her ID, but she always did anyway. She lifted it up as she walked past the window.

"Welcome back Ms. Cherry." The woman clicked a button, a loud buzz went off signaling the doors were now unlocked.

Cherry pushed open the doors and entered into another long hallway. Before she made her way to the end she turned towards a door that had 'STAFF ONLY' in big letters. Swiping her card she allowed herself in. The room was a lounge for the workers there, almost like a mini living room for them to take the time to rest. There was another woman in purple scrubs who was there putting her things inside a blue locker. She turned to see the newcomer and smiled at her. Her brown curls bouncing as she put her stuff away.

"Hello, Ms. Cherry." Her spunky voice called.

Cherry allowed a swift smile to take her lips, "Evening Ichigo."

"Can you believe it's only five? It looks so dark and gloomy outside!"

Cherry opened her locker and sat her umbrella inside. She shifted her black jacket off and hung it on the hook. Her eyes moved to the mirror on the side as she gathered her hair up into a high ponytail. Ichigo had given her a sideways glance as she realized she didn't acknowledge her question. Cherry cleared her throat before speaking.

"Yeah." She smiled at her before closing her locker, shifting her black scrubs so they fit her body more comfortably.

Ichigo smacked her glossy lips looking at her attire, "You know if you keep coming in here with such a gloomy atmosphere the place is going to feel like that way."

Cherry snorted, brushing some strand pieces of hair out of her face. She was aware that most of the others didn't like working with her due to her lack of enthusiasm for pretty much anything. She was a happy person but she didn't see anything to be happy about. Cherry realized she tuned the girl out again only catching the end of her chatter.

"Liiiike... try wearing some bright colors, we aren't attending a funeral!"

"That's what this place is." With that Cherry shut her locker and walked towards the door, Ichigo rushing behind her to catch up.

"No, it's not! It's a place to help sick people... I know these people... used to be... someone you looked up to but they need help. We need to help them. It's what your father would have want-"

Cherry spun around on Ichigo, her black orbs grown wide, "You don't know what my father wanted."

Ichigo made a mouse-like noise as she curled into herself. Cherry spun around again, speaking softly this time. "Let's just get this over with."

The night continued on as they made their rounds, giving each patient their medicine and food. This part was easy, it was the last three patients that made it hard.

When it came to them... it was always difficult for Cherry. She found the first one sitting in his room, drawing a picture at his desk. He was quite good at it. His white and red hair was shoulder-length, almost time for it to be trimmed again. His head was down as his eyes traced each line as he drew with perfection.

The tray in Cherry's hands tightened as she shifted to knock on the door softly. His head perked up and his charcoal froze in mid-air. He turned his head slightly just barely enough to see her. His mixed-colored eyes staring with little to no emotion.

She gulped as she walked in to set his food down on the table. She handed him the brightly colored pills and water which he took cooperatively. As he did so she looked towards the drawing on his desk. It was a woman, she had black hair and a bright smile, she looked rather kind.

"Who are you drawing?" Her curiosity got the best of her, she usually tried to make small conversation with the three former heroes but they never really talked to her.

"An old friend." His voice was deep and raspy.

Cherry looked towards him shocked that he had even told her that piece of info. He looked at her expectantly as he opened his mouth to show he had swallowed the pills. He then took up his charcoal and continued to draw. The more she looked at the picture the more she recognized who it was. It was an old teammate. It seemed using the broken charcoal made it difficult to set some of the features- or he didn't remember them clear enough to draw them precisely.

He continued to draw, not looking in her direction. Slowly she reached over to his finished drawing book and lifted the page to peek at the first few.

Every drawing he did, looked like his teammates- they just never looked identical. If she didn't know them so well she wouldn't have been able to tell. He was drawing them from memory. A hand slammed on top of the book, she pulled away quickly.

Cherry held her breath looking towards the young man, he still was focused on drawing, his hand outstretched as he dragged the book to himself and out of her reach.

He didn't need to speak as she bowed politely and apologetically.

Her heart clenched as she left the room. Maybe she could find some pictures of his teammates so at least he could have their memory. That couldn't be too much to ask from the director.

The next former hero was usually the rambunctious one. Sometimes it was even tough getting him to take his medicine. As of late... he had been on the easy-going side. She had found him on the floor doing push-ups, his shirt off as he sweats. She sat his meal down on his desk holding out the water and cup of pills as he continued to do push-ups.

"Set it on the table." He muttered as he steadily did each push-up.

"Bakugo you know I can't do that..." Cherry sighed leaning against his desk.

"I'll take it later." Bakugo continued to do his workout without missing a beat.

Cherry bit her lip gently, she didn't want to get any heavy hands involved in this. "I'll wait for you to finish."

The blonde male turned his head to glare at her menacingly, she nearly lost her balance from the pure rage inside his eyes. Quickly she pushed off his desk and left out the room, stopping just outside the door with a quick 'I'll come back later'.

Cherry wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked away from the explosive man's room. It would be terrible if this ended badly.

The final...hero- or sick patient wasn't in his room.

The blanket was tucked in just as the day they fixed it up. He never got underneath it- always lying on top of the bed. She walked in to set his things down on his table.

Cherry sighed walking away from his room. She knew where he'd be. As her prediction was correct he was in the play area. He shouldn't have been there but she wasn't about to argue with him. Out of all of them ...she felt a certain kind of straining connection with him. He was her number one- he was her everything once upon a time. They all were but he...

Her steps were heavy as she approached him. He was sitting in an armchair with his knees brought up to his chest. His eyes were glued to the dark sky as the rain pelted against the window. The television was on in front of him, casting a white glow in the poorly lit room.

Cherry walked towards him but he didn't move from his position or make any sign that he had noticed her. "Izuku...", the closer she got the more she heard the muttering.

He was doing it again...

Sometimes she'd find him lost in thought grumbling to himself repeatedly. It was like his mind was running at light speed while his body was left to just sit patiently. He was in another world. He bit at the side of his thumb, causing more damage to himself.

"Izuku..." Cherry whispered sadly, she hated to see him this way, his green eyes gone as if he wasn't aware of even who he was. The torture he must have gone through, what they had done to him was wrong. What they had done to all of the heroes were wrong. Not many people shared her opinion but she felt strongly about it. They were backed into a corner. Caged- told by society that they were sick and needed to be cured. Turned on by the very people that they had put their lives on the line for.

"Ifneedmaybesomethingneedstobedonegobackhelpallmighticant" He muttered so softly and quickly she couldn't make out but a few words. None of it making sense. Most of the time she heard 'All might' 'save' and 'die' thrown all together in the same blur of mumble. There were other names thrown together in the mix, teammates' names, but never the other two that occupied the facility. It seemed he only muttered the ones that were dead and long gone. Maybe playing in his head how he could have saved them- how he could have changed the tide and the future he is in now.

A sniffle caught in her throat as she bit it down, she knelt in front of the green-haired man and grabbed his hand carefully. She pulled it away from his lips as she took out some alcohol wipes to clean his wounds. He continued to stare out the window, mumbling to himself incoherent things. Her eyes tried to search for his own, tried to see a person inside, but there was never a soul at home. She grabbed out some bandages that she kept on her person for this particular reason.

"If you or a loved one is diagnosed with a harmful disease you should call CURE." The woman on the television spoke with a hopeful tone- almost whimsical-like. A family was laughing and playing on the screen as the woman spoke like a phantom. "With our medicine, CURE can help get rid of this disease. If the disease is type A or S, you need to call the authorities at once so they can help CURE their disease in a safe environment."

That was a lie. No one was 'cured' for type A or S. It was a death sentence to be there. They hoped for a sign of them being 'fixed' but it wasn't real. For some reason, the medicine just wasn't strong enough for those types. 'Maybe it will take a while'. Is all they would say. A while then would last for months upon months.

Cherry was so focused on the television she didn't realize her patient had stopped muttering to himself.

When she returned her attention to him a flash of lightning flashed above them, illuminating his green eyes that were no longer focused on the rain but were now looking at her. The room felt as though it went dark at that split second and she was in another dimension. A black and white one. Deep inside was this wickedness that she could never fathom but just as she saw it- it had disappeared within the time the lighting had stretched across the sky. His eyes but soulless windows again- not focused on anything in particular. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her. He had always looked like this- since the day they got there. There was a loud thunderclap making her leap out of her skin and stand quickly. Every hair on her body was on edge.

"It-it's time to go back to your room." Cherry grabbed his hand gently and helped him up out of his seat. He followed behind her as his head hung low as he allowed her to guide him. Their hands interlocked.

She brought him to his room and handed him his cup, guiding it to his mouth and slowly helped him swallow the pills. He took it without a fuss and even allowed her to spoon-feed him. If she didn't help him eat some food, he wouldn't touch it at all.

After she spoon-fed him she stood to leave, looking down at him as he sat motionlessly.

With a shaky hand, she reached up to gently touch his head. At the contact, she felt him stiffen but when she began to pet him calmly he relaxed his body. That beautiful man she used to stare at with bright eyes was no more, nothing but an empty carcass left behind.

"You deserve better." She muttered softly.

"Goodnight dek- Midoriya." She quickly retreated as all the memories flooded into her head. A smiling young man who wanted nothing more than to be the beacon of hope for humanity. Gone through war and broken over and over again. Mentally and physically. Friends dead- mentors- family. Gone. She had hoped that being with his only two friends left in the world would help him but it didn't. They don't talk with each other. She bit her lip to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. They deserve better.

"Hey, Cher- oh!"

Cherry bumped into Ichigo not realizing where she was going.

"Sorry..." She caught her arms and patted them as if checking she didn't break upon collision.

"It's ok. I got Bakugo to take his medicine. That's what I was trying to tell you."

"Oh well good. Let's do our final rounds then head home."

At the end of their shift, they were leaving out, right as the midnight shift was walking in. They shared some swift conversation and then said their goodnights.

Ichigo walked alongside Cherry, trying to keep up with her fast pace.

"Geeze, it's almost like you are racing out of here. I don't think it was a bad night!" Ichigo tried to hold a conversation with her but she just shrugged. She didn't like small talk with Ichigo. The woman only annoyed her and tried to pry into things she had no business in. She was a nice girl but she didn't want her to be nice to her, she wanted to be left alone.

They made it outside, Cherry opened her umbrella as did Ichigo.

"Cheer up Cherry. Your father did a great thing. You should be proud of what he did for us. He saved us. That's something to smile about!"

Cherry rolled her eyes, dashing out into the heavy rain that seemed to have no sympathy. The rain was too loud for her to hear Ichigo's calling words but she had assumed she was telling her goodnight.

Hoping into her car she tossed her umbrella into the passenger seat and shoved the key into the hole and twisted it with a bit too much force. Before she drove off she took a moment to settle into her seat, leaning back as she let her head roll to look at the brick prison. The large letters of CURE were bright and blue. It seemed to haunt her every waking moment and every dream. She hated the place. She hated how it was just a graveyard for her heroes and anyone else deemed diseased. They were just castaways. Forgotten.

Written in history books as if they were already dead. They were heroes- not monsters.

Cherry drove slowly due to the heavy rain. When she finally made it home she rushed inside. Taking her time to unwind. It wasn't a long day physically but more mentally.

She got into the shower letting the warmth encase her. Taking this moment she leaned against the side of the shower, remembering all the times she would fangirl over Deku. How she envied him, how he had saved her once upon a time, carrying her and jumping out of a window.

'I got you. There's no reason to be afraid.' He said to her brightly. It was like he was trying to impersonate All might. Now that she looked back on it. Trying to fill in his shoes, but the world became much darker. The uncertainty was in his eyes. However, he smiled at her. Striving to be that beacon of hope. At that moment he was her everything. The only thing she needed as she held onto him, flying through the air, her arms wrapped around his neck tightly. Not out of fear but because she wanted to stay near him, stay that way forever.

Death after death- fight after fight. Bloodshed- so much bloodshed. Quirk users were recruited to fight in the war while the non-quirk users were left to watch- the war against villains and Heroes nearly took out the whole population- and most of the people with quirks. It has been the most destructive war known to mankind. The people who were left tried to scramble for a way to save themselves- most of them without quirks.

Her father is the very man that had found 'CURE'. They used any means necessary. Quirks were soon viewed as an infection. Before she used to wish upon a star that she'd get some cool quirk when she was young now it was anything but within her dreams.

Cherry touched a button to turn off the shower, stepping out to dry herself. She put on a pink satin dress with frillies that barely reached the top of her knee and a satin pink cover-up to match. Her hair fell in wet curls, swept to one side so she could cook herself a meal. The house was huge. Too big now that her family was gone. She had inherited the house but she would be more comfortable in a smaller home. She only stayed because she was close to the CURE facility she worked at. People praised the very ground she walked on, congratulating her for literally being the daughter of the man that saved the human race. So when she asked for Deku and his friends to be transferred to the building near her house they complied.

Now that they were there... it only seemed to make her reality- that much real. Her heroes were dead. Long gone- and forgotten. With all the money she had she didn't need to work, but she chose to work as a caretaker. At least she was the closest she'd ever be to her heroes.

Although she wished it were different circumstances.

Quirks were too dangerous. If you had an F-level quirk... maybe you could get away with not being captured and thrown into a facility. Given medicine to stop your quirks along with pills to make you compliant and sedated. It was no way to live and neither was the way she was going about it now. This was her punishment. Her hell she saw fit for herself.

*DING*

Her oven beeped, she perked up at the noise and grabbed her oven mitts. Opening the oven she pulled out her pan with chicken breast and veggies. She made entirely too much but that was just built into her system. Make enough food for her family. A family that was lost to her. Usually, she'd pack it up and bring it to work to share with her co-workers.

With her hot plate in hand, she settled at a table too big for just one. She ate her food as if it were a chore instead of an enjoyment. She picked up her phone and clicked to a remote app, turning the television on. It was a scary movie playing, the victim running for her life as she tripped and tumbled in the woods.

Her phone had a few new messages that she replied to, all jolly and looking forward to Halloween. 'What are you going to dress up as?'

'Are you going to the party?' 'I'm going to be Zero-two!'

Their concerns wrapped around something else.

It was like nothing happened those past years- humanity just falling right back into place on its own. Was she the only one stuck in the past?

There was a loud explosion of lighting outside, causing every car alarm to go off in the neighborhood. The lights flickered and then shut off completely before turning back on a moment later. Her television screen gone blue as a loading bar appeared, trying to reconnect. Cherry pushed her chair back so she could fetch her keys. Her car honking loudly and flashing its headlights.

"Dammit. What a storm." She whispered she pressed a few buttons on her alarm. The alarm system only showed a blank green screen.

"Great." She rushed to the door and stepped out onto her porch, the harsh winds blowing the rain sideways, the trees being pulled as if it were about to be ripped from the ground. The overhang protected her as much as possible.

Pointing the keys at the car she clicked the button and turned it off. Before she could make her way back inside she saw a figure leaning against the side of her garage door.

'What...' She opened the door to grab her umbrella and jacket that sat at the side. She hurriedly ran out barefooted to investigate the figure. It was a male that was leaned forward. He was covered in so much dirt and gunk she could barely identify him.

"Hey!" She leaned down finding a stream of red running down his arm. She placed two fingers against his neck to see if she could feel a pulse, it was hot to the touch. He must be having a fever! Cherry quickly grabbed him without a second's notice. Ditching her umbrella for her thick hood. He moaned and groaned as she threw his arm over her shoulder and pulled him inside.

When she got him in she brought him to her bathroom so she could examine his injuries. He sat on the toilet leaning back with his head down. She rolled up his sleeve as much as she could seeing the cut on his arm. The blood running down his arm.

"Call-" The man coughed up blood onto his lap, Cherry scrunching her eyebrows as he tried to talk.

"Don't speak- where is the blood coming from?"

The man shook his head and looked up at her for the first time, "Cherry- call the police-"

"Ai!" Cherry held him up as he almost fell over. "Ai! What happened!" She quickly fumbled with his clothes so she could get a better look at him when she took his gunky shirt off she let the fabric fall from her hands. Standing in horror as she looked upon his arm. At the forearm, it was crushed like a can of soda. Purple and black, oozing blood.

"Oh my-" Her hands shook, not know what to do for him immediately. She threw the bathroom door open and ran down the hall, right past the young man standing by her family pictures. She stopped, frozen in her steps, twirling around to see a man dressed in a black button-up and black jeans. His back was to her as he looked at her photos. His green hair made her heart clench. It couldn't be. She didn't know many people with green hair.

Cherry's lips parted trying to take in air, her lungs feeling too constricted. Who was this man standing in her house?

"Wh-who are you-" Cherry slowly backed away, from him. A clatter getting her attention, her head quickly snapped towards the dining room area, backing up just enough to see Bakugo eating her food.

He too was wearing a black uniform with a black cap on his head. The uniform was for the security crew. There was blood splatter on the front of his shirt. He stabbed at her food and brought it to his lips to take a huge bite.

"Now this is real food." He smirked at her licking his lips. "Not that stupid shit you guys try to feed us."

"Bak-how-" Cherry fumbled on her words walking backward quickly and nearly falling over. Her phone sitting on the table right next to him.

"Aw." The green-haired man turned and looked at her, smiling with a lopsided smile. "I just love baby pictures."

Cherry gasped seeing the very man she had just seen in his room staring at her. Not in the way he did when he was normally, but really looking upon her.

"No- im-impossible-" Cherry turned to run up the steps, she had another phone in her bedroom, she could call help. Maybe if she did so in time she'd get Ai the aid he needed!

She made little grunting noises, tumbling up the steps to get to her room. Rushing inside she slammed the door behind her and locked it. Cherry proceeded to toss herself over her large bed, nearly clearing it in one jump. In her hassle, she smacked the house phone off of the stand and tumbled with it to the floor trying to catch it.

"Fuck-fuck" She cursed trying to get the phone properly into her hand. Pressing the buttons to dial the right number. The busy tone drawled when she placed it to her ear. "Nononono" She kept trying but there was no signal.

The doorknob rattled, Cherry's shoulders hiking up to her ears at the sound. She tossed the phone to the floor and hopped up to her window. Her first instinct was to throw it open but it didn't budge. She threw a frantic look backward as she unlocked the hinges and tried again. The door busted open with a kick, Todoroki stood in the doorway. Their eyes locked as she pushed the window up. Her foot shot out to the roof but as soon as she tried to throw herself out a strong hang grabbed hold of her by the hips and pulled her inside.

She threw her arms frantically trying to get away from the intruder.

A flame appeared in front of her face and she stopped her fighting instantly. "Calm down." He spoke calmly but she didn't need him to say that- the flame was threatening enough to get the point across. The fire licking around as if trying to taste her.

He held her tightly to his side, putting the flame away, seeing as she got the idea. She trudged along his side as he practically carried her back downstairs.

Midoriya and Bakugo were sitting in her living room nonchalantly. Bakugo on one of the couches with his feet propped up on the armrest, hands behind his head. Midoriya sitting across from him on another long couch. His head leaned back and his body rested comfortably in an upright position. His gaze was fixed on one spot on the wall. His outfit was covered in blood as well. All of them had a least a splatter. Did they kill them? Kill everyone in the building?

Killing? Her heroes- killed people? She couldn't believe it. Couldn't believe they were here right now in her house. With someone else's clothes and blood on them. That's not right. The whole situation had to be a dream- it had to be.

Todoroki sat her down on the one couch that wasn't occupied by the other two- but was right in the middle of them. She quivered trying to gather herself. Pushing her hair nervously behind her ear. The man moved away from her to sit on the arm of the couch, she felt his gaze burning upon her back like the flame that threatened to scorch her face.

'Stop shaking...' she tried to will her body to be relaxed- but no matter what she told herself she simply couldn't. The room silent except for the television that had finally turned back on. The horror movie playing. If this was someone else's situation she probably would have laughed at the irony- like if it were a movie or book. Her mind tried to break away from her body- trying to find a way to disassociate from the situation.

"KYAAA!" The woman on the tv had an ear-piercing scream, Cherry jerked at the sound of it.

Bakugo snorted at the movie, "She's running like you. Fucking idiot."

"Be nice," Todroki spoke softly.

"No- she doesn't deserve it." Bakugo shifted around to set his feet down, leaning over to leer at the woman. "You did this to us."

Cherry squeezed her eyes shut unable to look at the accusing glare.

"Look at me!" Bakugo jumped up and grabbed her by her arms pulling her up and shaking her like a rag doll.

"I'm s-sorry I'm sorry!" Cherry cried with tears peaking in her eyes. "I never wanted this - I never wanted- wanted this to happen I'm so sorry..." He growled lowly at her, hands still bruisingly tight.

"That's enough Bakugo." Midoriya's calm voice seemed to flip the switch on the man. He dropped her back onto the couch and jumped back into his position like before.

Cherry pulled her cover-up over her tightly, holding her body as if the thin layer of clothing was going to protect her.

"I-We didn't know this would happen- please believe me." Cherry whimpered staring at Midoryia for any help.

He turned his head to look upon her, a soft smile on his face. "I know you didn't. But your father was well aware of what he was doing. You just aided him."

"Unfortunately your father is dead, so I guess we can send you off to meet him too," Bakugo spoke indifferently watching the television.

Midoriya leaned forward, clasping his hands together. "When you told me. Your father could help us."

Her body tensed up- already knowing where this was going. The reason why she is fine with the hell she was in now.

"Midoriya please-"

Midoriya held a finger up to stop her pleas. "Let me finish."

Cherry nodded her head with a soft sniffle, trying to blink away the tears.

"You said your father could help us. We trusted you."

"I didn't-" her lips moved the words but too soft to hear

"Some of our friends died in his lab."

"I-I" her jaw tensed and untensed.

"And then to add salt to the wound we get to see the very woman that took us to that torture chamber. We get to see her every day in our hell. What made you think we'd want to be near you?"

"Midoryia please-" Cherry cried jumping up and throwing herself in front of him, hands clasps together. "I know I know! Don't you think I KNOW THAT! I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS!"

Todoroki had got up to grab her but Midoryia gave him a look that communicated his words. He didn't sit but still stood nearby.

"I will do anything, please! Please forgive me!" She cried ugly tears. She was the reason they had dealt with this horror. It was all my fault.

Midoriya leaned forward and smile softly, he patted her head just as she had done to him in the facility, "Anything?" He spoke softly, his eyes had this far away gaze upon them.

She gulped worried about what they would want from but she didn't want to feel their wrath. It was her fault- and now her true hell would begin.

"Anything." The word tumbled from her trembling lips.