I was getting beat for getting caught stealing once again. It all happened because I forgot to take into account their quirks, not like I could've known what they are anyways. It happened because when I saw a man in a cheap purple suit who reeked of cigarettes. He had two bodyguards ahead of him but I was pretty sure I could outrun them, even if I was 7.

Despite my small and frail appearance for my age, I was deceptively fast and strong. I wasn't strong enough to over power all but the weakest adults,but I could surprise them. I could, however, overpower most older kids. My speed is nothing to scoff at either, only people who train fairly hard and people with speed quirks can catch or keep up with me.

So obviously I thought I could easily grab the wallet he had in his pocket and run….right?

Oh, how wrong I was.

I should've listened to the nice man that came by and talked to me at times. Plans never make it past the first contact or something like that, i couldn't be bothered to remember it exactly. I need to listen to his advice more if I survive this beating.

Anyways, living most of your life having to steal and run makes you good at stuff along those lines. Hell, I was stealing even when I had a place to call "home". I had to, we had little to no money to buy food with and I was forced to steal by my parents.

As soon as I ran into the alley way quietly, the man on his left, suddenly turned around instantly and hit me with a right hook directly to my jaw, sending me into the brick wall on the left. He got me good. Probably fractured my jaw if not bruised it pretty damn bad. My shoulder either broke or got dislocated once I hit the wall. Both his punch and my head hitting the wall probably gave me a concussion considering I can't even move my body. I'm probably going to get beat again.

The man in the suit, surprised by the sudden movements and noise, cursed in surprise. Once he noticed the situation and put the pieces together he said the words that sealed my fate.

"Tchh, stupid kid trying to steal from merchant like me. Teach the brat a lesson."

Not even a second later his guards responded, " Yes sir, Giran." They immediately got to work.

I was suddenly berated by punches and kicks as I lay against the wall, covering my head and neck attempting to protect myself from fatal damage. They stomped and slammed. They picked me up and threw me. I thought it felt like torture, oh how wrong I was. The beating felt like it was going on for hours. I was hoping the nice man I met was going to show up for our meeting and save me from this. He said he was a hero, the number one if what he said was true. That means the blonde was supposed to be really strong. So maybe he could beat the men and save me?

Even though I live a shity life, I want at least one GOOD thing to happen for me. As they finally let up on their beating, and i thought that good thing finally happened for me, it just got worse; The man now identified as Giran opened his mouth to make a suggestion his most recent customers might enjoy.

"You know what, let's take the kid with us. I heard the man-child and his master are looking for people to make some tests on." As I was swiftly picked up being held up by the guards grabbing an arm on each side of me. They roughly pulled me up from the broken pile I was on the floor near the wall.

I immediately gritted my teeth to prevent myself from yelling out in pain as my broken body was moved from the spot I was in on the floor. I was quickly dragged to the end of the alley and into a bar that was dusty and had dim lights. I was starting to get drowsy due to the multiple blows to the head, grips on my hurt arms and shoulder, and excessive bleeding but I was trying to stay awake for a chance of escape. My vision was blurring and the blood in my eyes making me blin relentlessly didn't help a lot with that plan.

Then 2 new people appeared from the back room of the bar. It appears they were discussing something that I couldn't properly make out because of the ringing in my ears and the pounding in my skull. The 2 new people were hard to make out but one appeared to be mostly mist, that had a metal bracer of some sort, probably his physical body, and was wearing a fairly nice suit.

The other one had around chin length hair, blue-ish maybe white hair, I don't know, can't really make the color out. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and some black sweatpants. Suddenly, the man with the neck length hair spoke out after stopping the conversation with the other and staring at me for a couple seconds.

"Hey Giran, who's the corpse?"

"Hello shigaraki, Kurogiri. The brats like this because he tried to steal my wallet. But i brought him here because i heard your master is looking for people to experiment on. I would like to know what he's going to do though."

Suddenly the t.v. turned on and a third voice came in over the speaker. "Oh? You brought a new subject to the doctor? How interesting, it seems like the poor kid is quirkless. . . . how pathetic."

As soon as the voice came through the screen with a little bit of static, everyone instantly responded with a hello master. While the new voice only made Izuku fall deeper in despair. He didn't want to become a lab rat. He just wanted the money to survive.

As Giran and the one known as master continued their conversation Izuku was slipping further into despair until he was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard the man on the screen ask something of the mist guy.

"Hey, kurogiri. Would you mind sending Young Midoriya here to the lab so we could get started."

"Yes master, I will do so right now." As soon as their exchange of words was over, some of the black and purple mist separated from him to create a portal in front of me so I could be thrown in by the two men, which I promptly was.

As I was thrown into the portal I smashed my head on something on my other side and finally passed out from exhaustion and blacked out. In what I could only assume was a couple hours I awoke bandaged up and in some sort of cell. Once I shrugged off the grogginess and actually examined my surroundings after ignoring the throbbing pain all over my body, I realized there were a lot more cells and a few of them were full too.

As I looked to my direct right I was scared and fell out of bed when a face of what looked like a twelve year old was looking at me through the bar I didn't realize was there. The fall hurt a shit ton but i was curious who was looking through the little window they have in between cells.

So to sate my curiosity, I asked who they were. " Hey you blondie, what's your name?"

She looked at me curiously and maybe a bit worried before replying. "Elaine, my name is Elaine."