A Blood Stained Path

Chapter 4: Trial

The Next Day

I woke up in a completely unfamiliar environment. The last thing I knew I was in a park, surrounded by my mist and having a leisurely meal… Oh, that's right, I was captured by someone who looked like a hero. This couldn't be all bad? Right?

Then I remembered that over the last few months I had killed six people, nearly killed another, and had used my quirk on people without a license.

I panicked and shot myself out of my bed, frantically looking around the room. Wait what? Bed? Room? I began to hyperventilate and felt my instincts try to take over again before they were swiftly supressed as they had been the night before.

"Calm down kid, you're safe." A voice I had only heard once rang out. Slowly turning around, I saw a giant yellow caterpillar, which slowly opened up to reveal a man who wore a baggy, black long-sleeved shirt, matching trousers which tucked into his boots, a utility belt and a large grey scarf that hung around his neck. He also had glowing red eyes, identical to those I saw the previous night.

Fear ebbed through my body and I slowly backed up towards the window, the man watching me with a lazy gaze all the while. "What… Happened?" My voice came out raspy and croaky, most likely a side effect of not using it for so long.

"You got captured kid; you'll be staying in my house from now on. That is, assuming your court case goes well and your mother has the charges pinned on her." He replied, voice as monotone as I had ever heard.

"W- What?" I was still confused about what had happened, my mind fell blank after seeing his eyes piercing through me in the dark.

"Basically, we're trying to get your mother punished for your crimes. This should be a simple case, due to your mother admitting she abandoned a child with an extremely high risk quirk, but don't get your hopes up." He blinked and his eyes ceased their glowing, causing my fear to alleviate slightly but my instincts to return and hit me like a freight train.

I struggled to keep them down, and win my internal battle just this once. This man was nice; he was giving me a place to live and was trying to help me. I didn't want to kill him!

The man seemed to notice my internal struggle and spoke up again. "Try not to think of them as a sensation, but a separate person who tries to hurt people. Like a villain."

His words barely registered in my mind, but they truly changed my life. It was then that I started thinking of my instincts not as part of me, but as a villain that had to be contained at all costs. It was then, that I was truly saved.

5 Months Later

The trial was pretty cut and dry, as the man had predicted. We tried to get my crimes pinned on my mother due to her purposefully releasing a child with a dangerous quirk into an unsafe environment, however, her and her lawyers defended by saying that she wasn't fully aware of how dangerous my quirk was.

It ended up as a he said she said situation, though it was quickly proven that she was to blame when the doctor was summoned as a witness and provided the documents he shared with my mother. After that, it was just sorting out custody arrangements for the future.

Though I was unfortunately kept in that singular room throughout the trial, I was swiftly relinquished of blame for all of my charges and was pronounced Izuku Aizawa.