Chapter 1: Discovery (Two Years Before Episode 1 of MHA)
The sounds of clicking and clacking penetrate through the silence of the dark room, filled with scientific equipment. None is brought into sight because of the only illumination being a computer detailing medical information on its screen.
Working at the computer is a stout balding old man, eyes bulging and hands trembling, showing signs of extreme fear. Staring at the screen showing multiple graphical lines going into a negative correlation, his fears only grow.
More ferocious typing rapidly occurs. "Fuck! Dammit!" he yells.
Standing up quickly, he ran to the east side of the room, heading for a parallel-to-the-floor tubular structure hooked to the floor and wall by 6" radial tubes.
The tubular structure has a transparent glass side on the roof, showing inside a very dim violet liquid.
Dragging out a control panel, the man presses a mixture of buttons, causing the violet liquid to recede through grates, allowing for what's in the tubular structure to be seen.
Over time, the figure of a girl is revealed. The best estimate of her age would be 12, brown-skinned with a purple head of hair messed around her head down to her chin. She appears to be equipped with black-colored physical activity undergarments.
Needles attached to tubes adding and removing substances in and out of her body are deactivated some seconds later.
The noise of the machine deactivating fills the void of silence for a minute.
The man digs his nails into his arm, breaking the skin out of nervousness for the child beneath him.
He starts silently bleeding onto the floor, which seems to be just another addition to his many scabs.
After the machine properly powers down and disconnects fully from the girl, the man gently moves the needles out of the machine. He bends down, grasping her body. Holding her close to his chest, a slight sniffle is heard through the general silence.
Upon checking her vitals, which have now stabilized, he breathes a deep sigh of relief.
Grunting some, he carries her out of the tube. In a bridal style, he leaves the room silently.
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A janitor is doing his runs, heading to clean the bathroom, only to be interrupted by a chair being thrown through the open doorway to his right.
The chair smashes against the wall, causing harsh cracks.
"Shit, someone make sure he's alright!" a man grumbled annoyingly.
The room contains a large donut-shaped table with an opening on the north side, which contains a large tv with a very old projector pointing towards it in the center.
The room inhabits 16 individuals, 4 standing and 12 sitting.
A man with an Orca-Like complexion stands, "You're a hero, fucking act like one." he yells.
"Ah Kugo, let's just sit back down and continue the meeting." calmly stated a woman dressed in a business suit holding a stack of papers by his right side.
"This meeting was called because of a mass discovery in a believed cold case, something which requires multiple well-ranked heroes."
"Okay, but why the fuck does it have to be me? I have shit to do." says the man Kugo was speaking to earlier.
Long black hair kept in a ponytail style, white skin, and a permanent shitty smirk. He stares at the Orca-like man with a teasing look in his eyes.
"Because your quirk might make this whole mission possible, being a top 10 hero that we can contact and use helps Mr. O'clock II..." she states, but with a more monotone expression.
"Call me Number 6, rolls off the tongue better." Upon close inspection, the Orca-mans head starts to vein up in anger.
After a few seconds of silence, the woman let out a breath of exhaustion, dispersing the papers she was holding to each of the sixteen guests. Afterward, she turns towards the projector with a remote in her left hand.
"The cold case details a scientist ostracized around 20 years ago for illegal genetic manipulation. He would take quirk samples of patients and mix those genes with other patients. This was done without properly informing either of the process, knowing they'd refuse." she says coldly.
Upon a click of the remote, the screen shows a younger version of the balding man shown earlier.
"This is Doctor Kyudai Garaki. The picture is from his first day upon being accepted by the hospital. He's much older now, so we have no updated picture for you all."
"After the discovery of his illegal activities, they stripped him of all scientific and medical licenses. They strapped him to a sidebar waiting for the police's arrival… That's when things went to shit."
A grainy 720p video starts playing, showing the date and time of the incident. At first it's showing the man strapped down mouthing something silently, as the video has no audio.
"Where's the audio?" one hero asks.
"Deleted, we can't have anyone hearing it, not even me."
The video continues, upon his wording multiple black-toned voids appear below every person's feet. This causes all but Garaki to fall through. Garaki laughs and a man can be seen appearing through a newly formed black void. The video shows the man freeing Garaki and bringing him along through the void.
"We have no details on the identity of the second man. From this incident, 2,000 people went missing. From doctors to critical patients and even guests visiting loved ones."
"Fuck. Still, bringing a foreign hero to this still seems unnecessary." voiced a woman sitting to the left of 'Number 6'. With a head of long blonde hair and a voice distinctively European, on her shirt is a name tag displaying 'Clair Voyance'.
"You will know later, from this incident, we have dug every nook and cranny to find them but have come up with nothing. Whoever they are, everything was covered… until now." smirking, the lady presses the remote again.
Another video shows five disguised criminals loading a variety of chemicals into a truck labeled for chemical waste recycling. A hero most easily recognized by his shining golden V-shaped hair and large frame appears before them with a blinding smile.
After some talking, all 5 raise their hands in surrender, causing police off-screen to appear and handcuff them.
"We have found a weak link in their chain of operations and thus through 2 years of investigating we have possibly discovered their current base of operations." another click displays a large business building in a suburban town away from Musutafu.
"From what we have discovered is that there's an underground laboratory beneath this building which holds 'Citizens' who do tech support calls for false companies. They scam millions of citizens to get a profit to fund their believed genetic experiments."
Turning to the heroes, all now sitting at attention, "We will conduct a hero raid on the building hoping to retrieve 4 known assets in the building along with whatever else remains."
With another click, four images appear, some of which cause a dreadful face amongst most heroes.
The first image displays a drawing of a violet chemical liquid in a metal and glass vial.
"This is a chemical compound. While we don't know its purpose, it's their main resource for their operations. For now, its name is Violet." the word 'Violet' appears beneath the image.
"You are to retrieve all samples possible of this product for testing."
The second is a decaying corpse on an operating table.
"They have confirmed this to be one of the 2,000 victims from that day 20 years ago. It's unknown why the corpse has not become a skeleton, but they have been taking DNA samples from each of the still healthy corpses. We're tasking you to secure the area to allow the special forces to retrieve the corpses to be sent to loved ones."
The third image is a stack of papers.
"The papers are to symbolize any documentation you might find, whether on paper, media, or audio-based. Don't prioritize them over the other objectives."
Finally, the fourth is a photograph of a brown-skinned, purple-haired girl being operated on.
"This is the most important part of the mission…" though most don't notice her slight depression from seeing the woman, a balding hero with a very flamboyant costume, notices.
"Ah… Mi-" he starts but is stopped by her holding her hand up.
"Questions will be asked after the presentation." she then turns back to the rest continuing.
"We don't know the name of this girl, so we're calling her 'Khadija' until further notice. From what we were to discover, she is the result of the operations being conducted below that building."
A video then plays of that same woman in an unconscious state being pumped with that 'Violet' compound.
"Khadija, from what we know, has been injected with this 'Violet' for the past 12 years, based on records starting from the womb of her deceased mother. We are to believe each of those DNA samples removed from the corpses is being mixed with this 'Violet'. Which afterwards is inserted into her body."
A sudden movement of a chair screeching disrupts the atmosphere as all heads turn towards a police-woman who's newer to the job holding her mouth and running out.
A sound of annoyance emanates from a much older woman, "You'd think they'd teach new ones the gruesomeness of this job. Pathetic." she has gray shoulder-length hair styled to the left side of her, dressed as an aristocrat would in France.
Kugo looks annoyed at her. "It's to be expected. No need to call the girl pathetic. She'll learn like the rest of us did."
Kugo turns towards the woman presenting, "Emi, would you continue, please?" The now-named Emi responds with a smile of thanks.
"I'll have one of mine inform her of the rest. Khadija is believed to be one of the main projects Doctor Garaki is involved in due to an insider in their operations. From what we know, she has a poison-based quirk that Doctor Garaki has manipulated. She's treated to multiple sessions of training by an unknown third party every day. This video is from three years ago." another click is heard.
A video plays, displaying a room around 50 by 50 ft. The walls and floors are of metal with a rusting issue.
Some lights overhead are flickering and the small puddles on the floor show signs of plumbing problems. 'Khadija' in the video is now awake and standing in front of an 8-foot muscular man.
Upon looking at the man, it is very clear he's lost his will to live, cheeks sunken in and close to dead eyes, staring at the girl.
This video has audio allowing the heroes to hear voices.
"S-So if I kill her, I can l-leave?" stutters a quiet voice coming from the 8' foot giant. He looks around nervously, expecting something else.
A speaker's audio rings out, "Yes Mr. Ki, simply kill her and we will let you go." the speakers turn off.
The now-named Ki turns towards 'Khadija' and gives a smile, "T-Thank you miss, I don't know why you'd do this f-for me, but I won't forget you." his voice has a less scared tone and has a slight feeling of delusional happiness.
Putting up both fists in a boxing-like position, he approaches the 9-year-old 'Khadija'. His skin starts noticeably turning greener, with small dots appearing on his forearms leaking a violet liquid.
Said girl is straight as a pencil, arms to her side, looking at the rusted metal floor.
Reaching a few feet from her, with a sudden increase of speed and power, he throws down a hard right towards her head.
All viewing heroes are expecting her to get pounded into the ground.
No hero in this room can truly comprehend what happens next because of the limitation of the camera except for one who can guess.
While at the moment she's there standing still, the next she's in the air directly above the hulking man upside down, hands together pointing at the man. She appears to harshly swipe her hands together one after the other, causing a thunderous sound. This action causes a green object to shoot out from her hands directly on top of Mr Ki's head, which stops his movement entirely. She lands behind him in the same pencil-like position, still staring at the floor. Around 5 seconds of stillness occurs, neither moving until his body drops to the ground with a green substance pouring out of his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Though the camera doesn't show, a small trail of violet liquid is flowing from Khadija's right nostril. The speakers turn back on, "Great work! Seems you've only gotten better! Bring in the next one!" bellows out the same voice on the speakers.
The video then ends, causing the heroes in shock to snap back out.
"She's a child who is being trained for reasons unknown. Our best assumption is assassination due to the skills they have taught her throughout these training sessions. We are scheduling this raid to occur during the time she's in the tubular structures, which brings her into a comatose-like state." an image of the tubes appears.
The projector turns off, "Now is the time for questions."
All but one hero raises their arms, as there is much that was not explained.
"What's the date of the raid?" his response is 2 months.
"How many villains are to be expected?" her response is at least 20.
"Are we allowed to kill the fourth objective?" upon the third question, most people stop talking and turn their heads to the Aristocrat-based hero.
"Excuse me?" growls out the Orca looking hero.
"I said, are we allowed to eliminate the weapon you just showed to us on screen if it calls for it?" the aristocrat stated harshly.
Emi looks at the aristocrat calmly and states, "Yes, if it calls for it, elimination can be used if deemed too dangerous to retrieve."
"Aye aye, wait a minute." 'Number 6' speaks out, waving his hands around, "So we're allowed to kill the thing? Nice, that'll make the job so much easier. Thanks, doll." he winks towards the aristocrat, causing her to ball her fists and burrow her brow in frustration.
A hero who's been silent for the entire meeting finally speaks, "If I hear you speak one more time, I'll beat you to a pulp. Just hearing you makes me sick." heads turn to see a hero with red hair in a cross-like position, a black uniform, and a red cape.
"Ohhh, the Crimson Riot doesn't like me, ohhh I'm so scared." 'Number 6' waves his hands around, mockingly scared, "What is this washed-up failure of a hero going to do to me?" he snickers.
A sudden loud noise is heard near where Emi is. Holding a hammer, it's clear she slammed it against the metal table to attract their attention. "This section of the meeting is for questions about the raid. Anything else is unnecessary. I expected better of you three." Emi states coldly.
The next hours are filled with continued questions and answers until all are satisfied with the raid coming in 2 months.
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(2 Months Later, the day of the raid)
Going fast down a dirt road bumping up and down are four black police vans, twelve cop cars, and two helicopters flying above the vehicles.
Inside the first, third, and fourth vans, each contain 4 of the 15 heroes. The second van, in order, contains 3 heroes and 1 policewoman who are taking part in the raid.
Inside the second van, the Aristocrat woman is having a debate with a fellow hero.
"When did the bloody plans change, and why didn't anyone tell me!?" yells out the woman, staring angrily at the other heroes.
The one to her right sighs deeply, and a dark-skinned man stares at her with an annoyed look, "This is exactly why, you're overreacting, Ma-."
"Overreacting? This is a fucking weapon, trained since she was born to kill and we are trying to have her exist in society? They should keep her in a cell so she rots. I will not let a weapon be let loose on innocent civilians!" smashing her left fist into the wall, behind her a basketball-sized dent is created.
"That weapon is a child! Once removed from the womb and treated as such since coming into the world, if we also treat her as one that makes us just as bad as that fucker Garaki." the dark-skinned man responds with a fire of passion.
The balding, flamboyant man sitting opposite of him rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Marie, Rock-Lock, please stop arguing. I'm getting a migraine again."
The fourth in the van rubs his shoulders. It's the woman who vomited during the presentation. A shorter woman with red hair in the style of a crab. "It's going to be okay. All we need to think of is completing the objectives and getting…" she pauses, "What was her name again?" asks the woman.
"Khadija, her assigned name was Khadija. Do you truly not care about her so much that you'd forget her name? I guess that's to be expected from you, Monika Kaniyashiki, fucking newbie." sharply, the now-named Rock-Lock leans forward with aggression in his tone.
"Eh? I was just busy with my other cases, so I never really thought much of it. Even during the other meetings about the raid, all I could think of was my other work." says a partially embarrassed Monika, not showing any sense of being sorry.
"Now-Now Rock-Lock, just because Miss Kaniyashiki forgot the name of the subject, doesn't mean she didn't read anything." says the flamboyant man, turning to Monika Kaniyashiki, "If I'm right, Miss Kaniyashiki, you're now one of the main investigators dealing with the Hero Killer case, correct? From what I've heard, you've gotten better at predicting his victims." asks the intrigued, balding man.
Monika brightens up a considerable amount at the mention of the case, "Yes! Oh god, it's been one of the most thrilling ones I've led yet. I can't tell you much, but I will when I can, Franky!"
The now-named Franky coughs into his fist, slightly blushing, "I'd prefer if you called me by my hero name during work, just a preference, but I'll let it slide this one time."
A silence fills the van. The only sound that can be heard now is the thumps of the van going over the dirt road and the helicopters overhead.
The four passengers stare at unoccupied spaces, each trying to distract themselves from the awkward silence that permeates for some time.
Marie turns her head towards Rock-Lock and breaks the silence with a question. "I know they said to retrieve her, but…" a sickening thought goes through her head. "She's a trained assassin, with an extremely deadly quirk who has been genetically modified to be a killing machine..."
Rock-Lock tenses and opens his mouth to say something but stops on some quick thinking, allowing her to continue.
"If she awakes during the raid and starts attacking us… should we continue to retrieve her and not take her out? Is fifteen heroes' lives worth a mind-fucked killing machine?" her normally proud demeanor drops some as her shoulders sag, "Yes, she's a child, innocent, and a victim. Manipulated by the people around her, she was turned into that, I understand."
Monika crosses her legs and starts shifting about, staring at the ground.
"But she's not that anymore and I can't see how she would change." she turns her head to Franky, "It's too late. How is not killing her a mercy? Letting her to continue to live that fucked existence has to be a crime, right?" Marie looks at Franky with aching eyes, hoping he'd agree.
Seconds pass without a word leaving the man's lips. Rock-Lock and Monika look at Franky, expecting a response, anything. All that Franky does is stare at the floor, mouth pressed into a deep frown, hands fisting at his knees.
An angry sound comes from Marie, "Fucking should have expected that, though you may not have the balls to express your own opinion." she moves to look at Monika and Rock-Lock, "Just know, if shit goes south, and that weapon tries to kill you, I will defend you. You just won't like how."
The rest of the ride is silent, all looking at the corners of the van or out the window. No one can refute what Marie has stated.
If any of the three were to look at the silent Franky, they would see tears streaming down his face.
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(One Month Earlier)
Musutafu, while a great city, is truly known for its hero school. U.A., the world's best hero school for all generations, teaches the young to grow into great responsible heroes to protect innocents.
However, if you were to ask one particular faculty member of U.A. you would get a very different answer. That faculty member is the principal of this great facility.
In the principal's office, there are 4 individuals, one behind a desk and three in chairs facing it.
The three individuals are dressed in similar uniform clothing, each appears to be an underaged student.
The one on the left of the principal is a girl who has bluish hair made into twin ponytails. With a bright smile, she enthusiastically talks to the smiling principal.
The middle is significantly more gloomy, a boy who has his hands in his face with his fingers split open to allow for sight, his hair being a dark blue navy spiking upwards on the back.
Finally, on the right is a tall, muscular, short blonde-haired boy, sitting upright, chest out, laughing openly towards the principal's conversation with the girl.
Behind the desk appears to be a gigantic white rat bear thing the size of a suitcase, wearing a suit that only the president of U.A. would wear.
"While it's great to talk about your adventures outside of class, Miss Nejire, it is imperative I talk to you three freshmen about something more important." says the overgrown rodent.
Upon this, the three look towards the principal expecting many scenarios in their heads, but none of which are true.
The girl, now named Nejire, has a sparkle in her eye. The middle boy tightens his hands and starts trembling and the far right boy has a passionate fire in his eyes.
"As freshmen, you look up to those in higher years. Maybe you seek guidance on how to improve or to seek information about future activities. In some years you will be the seniors of U.A." he grasps his hands together.
"Upon being third or fourth years you will be looked upon, judged by all those below you whether or not you'd desire it."
He motions to the three, "From what I have been told, you are separating yourselves from your peers, already doing better than most 2nd and a few third years." he gives a kind smile to the three.
The smile slightly lessens as he continues, "Now you three before coming here already had connections, whether it be friends coming with you to U.A. or having some in U.A. before being admitted. Sadly, not all students do, especially the ones that come in mid-year outside of our culture."
The three nods, all following along but unsure where this is leading to.
"To be blunt, there will be a new transfer student, one which will be brought into your year, though not while you are freshmen but sophomores because of some complications. From what I can say, she's frankly a prodigy, one with great talent and a brilliant quirk but who I fear has no social connections when arriving in U.A. next year." though small, a bead of sweat goes down his brow, noticed by Nejire and the blond-haired boy.
"I ask of you three to be her guiding compass to connect with U.A. on a deeper level. I sadly expect some teachers to treat her wrongly. It's without question she'll be alone without a push to form bonds of friendship."
Unballing his fists, the rat gives a pleading look, "Know that I'm not forcing this upon you but simply ask that upon her arrival you try to start an acquaintanceship with her at least." finishing his request, he bows his head towards the three.
The three look partially confused, each slightly reacting differently to the request.
The boy on the right raises his right hand and smacks it on top of the middle boy's shoulder, "While I don't see why it's that important to you, I'll gladly accept your request. Nothing wrong with gaining new friends, right Amajiki?" the blond boy states with a bright smile, causing the middle to gain an amazed look at the fellow student.
"Y-Yes, I-I believe I'll do the same. If Mirio has no problem, then I won't as well." quietly states the newly named Amajiki shakily.
"As said by them, I got no probs. I need a new shopping partner after Frey dropped out last month. Was there anything else, Principal Nezu?" says the bubbly Nejire.
Upon hearing their statements, the rodent principal's smile grows much larger, "No, no, there isn't Nejire. I will contact you three within 2 months before her arrival to remind you three, in case you forget."
The three first-year students smile in response and each leaves the room. Upon being alone, Principal Nezu's smile drops to a frown. Turning to his computer, he pulls up a picture of Khadija floating in a tube filled with 'Violet'. His eyes close and his fists ball up, "You'll be okay. I'll do all in my power to make sure you reform and become the true hero you were meant to be."
A ding sound erupts from his computer, signifying an email alert. Pulling out his email account, he sees a response from Emi's professional email account, with the subject being 'Convinced them, operation begins in 1 month.'
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(1 day before the raid)
Inside a tubular chamber filled with "Violet" rests Khadija in a completely relaxed state.
Outside such a chamber and even further outside of the room, staring inside through the one-sided window, are six separate men, each with proper doctor attire. The most notable being Doctor Kyudai Garaki.
The room is filled with scientific machines, computers, and radars usually meant for medical practices to keep updates on the patient.
"She's stable, all clear for injection." robotically says one with glasses and long blonde hair.
"Injectors are ready and primed." says a red-headed one.
"Let Trial #1954 commence." states Doctor Garaki holding a harsh stare at Khadaji's unconscious form hidden by liquid in her container.
Upon some buttons being pressed, a multitude of sounds erupt in both the room with the scientist and the rooms that host Khadija. From heavy machinery moving automatically to the sound of liquids being pressed through tubes.
Two heavy machinery arms grasp around Khadija's container and bring it into a vertical position, bringing it to be latched to the wall by a complicated-looking machinery.
A screen suddenly activates to Doctor Kyudai Garaki's left, showing a current x-ray of her body, letting them see her body's state throughout the experiment.
Six small mechanical automobiles advance to Khadija. Each has a multitude of tubes erupting from their backs, ending with a needle contained with multiple different liquids.
After approaching, they insert the needles through openings in the container, allowing them to have access to the inside of the container.
Gradually, each liquid is dispensed into either the violet liquid or into Khadija herself.
"Just like last time, sir, she's accepting it at a good rate, she should be done within some minutes." states a blue-haired man.
"Heart rate is at a steady 30 but is rising to 40 like last time again." voiced by the long blonde-haired man.
"DNA residue is up next to be inserted. Continue checking all vitals. If anything goes awry, we will stop the trial." Doctor Kyudai Garaki says strongly.
This statement shocks the rest of the men.
"S-Sir? Stop the trial? We haven't done that for the last 1,900 times before. Why now?" asks the red-haired man.
Doctor Garaki turns towards the man with a soft smile, "Call it Head-Doctors intuition." he turns back to Khadija with a frown and narrowed eyes.
Though whispered, the long blonde-haired man heard something from Garaki that gave him pause, "Serenity, my sweet, don't fail me… not now…"
Noticeably, as time passes, Garaki starts picking at his skin, first slowly then faster to where it distracts the other men.
"S-Sir, maybe you should go for a minute. Get a breather?" states a quiet man with black hair.
A loud bang erupts from Garaki, who slams his fist onto the counter.
"No!" Garaki yells with passion, startling all the surrounding men.
With some realization, Garaki calms himself and clears his throat before saying, "S-Sorry… I will not be leaving the room until the operation is complete. Thank you for your concern."
Despite the incident, the trial goes smoothly, which all 5 men excluding Garaki cheer for.
"Trial #1954 has been cleared for success! Only 46 more to go!" the black-haired man cheered, filled with joy.
The red-haired men spoke right after, "After 13 years of getting my master's and doctorate, I never truly thought I could get to use them like this. This is a dream come true!"
"How do you think the old man Garaki feels? He's been failing for at least 8 years before we all come along to help him!" the long blonde-haired man roared jokingly.
Despite all the cheers rung out by the 5 men, noticeable the 6th is still quiet being Garaki himself. He's staring at Khadija now dubbed 'Serenity' as he had from the start whispered to himself, picking at his arm causing blood flow.
The cheering of the five men goes gradually quieter until silence permeates the room only. All five are staring at the back of Doctor Kyudai Garaki, waiting for his response.
The stout old man, with no provocation, throws a glass volumetric bottle lying about into the wall, causing it to shatter. The old man quickly shuffles his way out of the room, leaving a blood trail behind him. The five only hears one statement from him, "Not clean... filthy..."
Upon the door closing, the five men left behind each had very different reactions to what had just occurred.
The only one who still had not spoken at any point during this trial finally did. "Crazed old fuck." Walking out of the room right after, hands in his pockets.
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Next Expected Chapter Date : Sept 13-20th 2023
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