He thought he knew pain. He thought he knew suffering. How wrong he was, for this place, was truly a hell.

The doctors ripped him open over and over and Over and OvEr And OVer aND OVER again. They never stopped. For days, weeks and hours at a time, they would rip him open and tear at his flesh. What did he do? Why he screamed of course.

Screaming was the only thing he could do. Even while they weren't using him for tests or to vent their frustrations, he was in pain. He always had poison, venom, any sort of harmful injections flowing through his blood. It felt like flames coursing through his skin. It hurt, hurt so bad he couldn't move. His throat couldn't yell at times. The pain was just too great.

They were constantly tinkering with his body. No matter what mistakes they made, he would always be fixed by that damn quirk. Whatever they "added" to him was destroyed if it was harmful. The only things that went through were body augmentations and quirk boosts. Even those were hell. He could feel every fiber of his being, burning, being destroyed just to be rebuilt even stronger than before.

When the doctors got sick of me, they gave me to the failed experiments, and the rowdier inmates. The freaks that lost their mind had become literal monsters. They had odd colors of skin, ranging from pitch black to olive green. All their brains were exposed and they all had multiple quirks. They were monsters just like him. No matter what happened to him he wouldn't die. He would just regrow.

They were like wild beasts. Constantly fighting and killing the ones with weaker or no resistance or regeneration couldn't even fight back. He could barely use my original quirk, let alone fight against at least 30 of the creatures with it.

The normal people were arguably worse. They liked to play it slow, and were more sadistic with their time. They actually tortured him. Waterboarding, cutting off toes, etc. They were more traditional and sadistic with their methods. I never knew having a centipede in your ear could hurt so much.

All of that didn't amount to the resistance tests they put me through. They decided they needed to know what I was capable of resisting. They tested everything on me, something as little as fire to falling. They repeated the expiramens over and over again. They shot him, stabbed him, tore him in half and beheaded him, just because they could. They doused him in acid, and couldn't yell. The acid destroyed his body as fast as it could heal for a couple hours. It reached deep in him, destroying his skin, muscles, and organs as fast as they regrow. Ban couldn't yell with the acid sitting on his throat ashe rolled around on the floor.

After what seemed to be the longest 3 days of my life, my body started to become resistant to the burning effects of the acid. They stopped the experiments right there, not wanting my body to become immune to it. After all, where is the fun in a test subject that is immune to all the fun stuff, right?

Then they dunked me in boiling water. Luckily, he adapted to that and drowned pretty quick. Being doused in gasoline and fire was a different experience though. He's pretty sure they even switched it to napalm at one point. Too bad he didn't notice the smell of gasoline, smoke, and the burning of my flesh.

The experiments followed the same patterns. Always started with doctors trying something new, before getting bored. Then they handed me off to the nomu and prisoners. Oh yea, that's the name of the monsters, nomu. Quite a strange name.

Once they got bored of seeing the monsters beating on him and each other, they teleported me out of the room and put me with the inmates. After they got bored of that, they started his resistance testing. They had to stop after a couple weeks to stop him from fully building resistances. I really hate when they do that.

The only thing keeping him sane in this hell is elaine. He will save her, and take what is supposed to be his. HIs friend and his life.

*Time Skip*

7 years of hell have basically made me numb to pain. I still feel it, but I just don't react to it anymore. I've gotten used to most stuff. But today is the day I finally escape. I have a confirmed location of elaine. It took a while to hear because of my constant experiments, and the constant switching of location.

But I have mapped times of when I should be near to most living things in the facility and be able to use Hunter's fest. Once I use it, I should be strong enough to break out of the restraints and tear through the facility. They were puling him out of a new vat of acid. It was created by a quirk.

They were testing to see if it caused any new effects, but it really didn't. Ban was immune or damn close to being immune to most acids. As a side effect of being submerged in acid for long periods of time, he managed to increase his lung capacity. It somehow managed to increase to a large sum of 30 minutes.

The scientist didn't know that though. He always faked sleep while submerged, to make it seem his lung capacity is average. Thus, they took him out without proper precaution. As soon as they did his eyes snapped open.

I didn't feel any remorse as I pretty much crippled the scientists and ran out the room. Then, I used hunters fest.

All hell broke loose.

I ran through every wall in my way, seeming to blur past everyone who saw. He released the nomu's and inmates for added chaos. Can't have anyone getting in his and Elaine's way of freedom.

But he stopped for a moment. He took a sudden turn to get his revenge on Dr. Garaki. After all, it's his fault for all of the people trapped in this hell.

I wan- no, I needed revenge on the man who ruined mine and Elaine's lives. I didn't want that monster to live anymore. He didn't deserve to live anymore. Not after all the lives he ruined.

I broke into his office, startling him. He looked over at me, before running to his desk. I caught him easily, moving to slam him into the wall to my right. Except that he was seemingly teleported away by a sludge that came from his mouth.

I yelled out in frustration before slamming my hands into the floor, causing fissures to appear all around me. Shaking my head, I ran on to get to Elaine. She was the reason I was escaping.

I wanted her to be safe. I wanted her to be happy.

I ran forward into a chamber only to stop in my tracks. There were tubes filled with people. All seeming to be in a status of sorts, their vital signs on display. I froze when I heard that damned voice speak.

"Ahh, so you did escape boy. And I thought you enjoyed your time here! You wound me." A taunting voice called out in mock hurt.

I didn't respond, not wanting to let my anger get the best of me. He laughed at me, making me remember he could read base level thoughts.

" I know what you're trying boy, but have you really taken a good look around you? It would be a shame if you didn't notice." He couldn't help but let a malicious grin settle on his face.

I felt my blood run cold. As I looked around the room, my eyes landed on the vital signs. All of the heart monitors showed flat lines. Everyone in the tubes were dead. And so was Elaine.

I started taking heavy breaths. It was all my fault. She died because I wasn't fast enough. I got greedy and tried to get some revenge. I got greedy and now shes dead. All because of my greed.

The mocking laughter that echoed around me slowly faded out as I let out a primal roar, feeling a new wave of strength run through me.

'Elaine is dead. . . because of me and my greed.'

Those were the final thoughts that ran through my head before the room exploded from my new power. Then it all went black.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I had a major writer's block for this story. I couldn't find a good way to write it out and the details to fill it in. So I tried my best to make it decent. Please leave any suggestions and reviews for any suggestions on my story.