Rule #18f: You're only in trouble if you get caught
Everything blurred together in a mish-mash of psychedelic colours and sounds, as the invisible girl tried to fight back against her nomu captor(s). It wasn't working out as well as she'd hoped it would. If only her limbs would cooperate!
BLINK!
The panicked voices of her classmates mixed with the irate screeches of the many miniature nomu as the three were separated and dragged away for further experimentation. Nails dug fruitlessly into the linoleum as Toru was dragged away, her fingers looking for any kind of purchase that they could find and failing miserably.
BLINK!
Staring over the nomu's shoulder at his classmates, Aoyama could've sworn that he could not only see his invisible counterpart, but that she wore a great big pair of glass wings that stretched out behind her. But that was impossible and probably just his concussed brain talking.
BLINK!
The scent of burning meat filled the air as her vision whited out; the lights of her Quirk becoming too much for her too handle. Her skin felt like it was bulging at the seams, tears flowed freely and this intense burning that she had only ever known with the supernova in Kamino Ward, filled her every vein. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time; mostly terrifying though.
BLINK!
The lights on the ceiling flickered above her head in a rather violent manner before they shattered into a million broken little pieces as she passed beneath them. The ceiling and electricity flowed in the air like water, ebbing off of the nomu's form like water over the river bed. Irritated grunts echoed about her as the nomus batted away the dancing electricity from the ceiling lights and they remained uncaring of the glass that crunched underfoot. Toru wished they didn't, it was cutting her up pretty bad.
BLINK!
The containment pods were back and the three heroes were going back inside, no matter what. Limp noodle limbs were strapped down, muzzles were fitted over faces and needles & tubes were inserted back into (burning) flesh. It didn't take long after that for the Trigger serum to flow freely or for their Quirks to surpass their limits in the worst ways possible. Their hallucinations were the only reprieve.
BLINK!
Whilst Toru was no longer being dragged along the linoleum floor or strung up in her containment pod, her wounds still wept with blood and sweat. The facility fell away before her very eyes and instead, she found herself encased in light that emanated from an unknown source; flowing all around her like the glistening stars. Floating in this place of nothingness, she felt like she could reach out and touch the glistening stars. Like she could pull the fiery little balls to her chest and hug them tight, never letting them go.
BLINK!
This time, Mineta was strung up between his two photokinetic classmates and although he knew that they couldn't help it, their overflowing Quirks were quickly infiltrating his own containment pod. The effect was two-fold: it burnt out the Trigger serum before it could hurt his body, but the light & the heat from both of their Quirks were also burning him; melting what little protection the grape-haired hero's pop-off balls & the containment pod could provide.
BLINK!
Mineta was being cooked alive and he couldn't even be mad about it. They had no less control over their Quirks than he had on his. They were acting like toddlers who were first grasping their on brilliance, or were they more like rattlesnake hatchlings who didn't know their own strengths? It wasn't their fault, so Mineta couldn't be mad at them. The Good Doctor, though? Now he was fair game.
BLINK!
Triplet cries filled the room as pain filled all of their senses; one because of the heat that was cooking him alive and the other two were because of the invading drug that exhausted their Quirks to completion. It made the photokinetics feel like gods, like there were no limits to be found and it made them feel bone-tired, like there was nothing to be done in defence.
BLINK!
That was right around the time that Toru started glowing. Delirious and overcome, the invisible girl could've sworn that she saw her ancestor, Grandfather Aoi, standing in front of her. His arms were outstretched and welcoming, enticing her forward. He looked heavenly and she wanted nothing more than to go with him, into the place where nothing hurt and all was well. If only she could get free of these damned restraints!
BLINK!
Aoyama's control fell away and a great roiling sickness settled in his stomach as the light overtook everything that he was. At least, he thought, my parents will be okay without me as All for One's pawn. And that means they'll be out from under his ever-reaching thumb.
BLINK!
And Mineta's final cries were swallowed up by his classmates' as he turned to ash; slaughtered by the two photokinetic teenagers who were also nearing their respective ends.
When Toru next blinked into reality, she found herself back in her containment pod from before and this time she had far less control over Quirk than before. That is to say, not at all. There was that same bittersweet tangy after taste hanging out in the back of her throat, as before and her nostrils tingled as they inhaled a sickly sweet scent. Even without opening her eyes, she had a hunch it was the Trigger serum.
Everything ached and throbbed something fierce—particularly her head—as she forcefully pried her eyes open to reveal blurry nothingness all around her. She had to wait a moment for her vision to clear, head throbbing the entire time but when it did become manageable, she found herself back in the same containment pod from before. There was a soft glow to the room, although whether that was her or the room, was up for debate. Shifting a little in her restraints, she hissed in pain when her forearms grazed up against scalding metal.
Lifting her head at an awkward angle, Toru tried to examine her hands where they lay strapped up above her head. It seemed that her Quirk had worked against her this time, melting the restraints to her skin and holding her in place. Further afield, a series of tubes networked above her head as they steadily pumped liquids in and out of her.
The blue one that was going out of the invisible girl had slowed some, but the red one that was going in to her, still pumped that iridescent red liquid into her with vigour. Which told her that her Quirk had damn near reached its breaking point; it certainly felt like that, anyhow. Like if she so much as sneezed, then she could roast herself alive or worse. Toru tried not to think about how amazingly terrible she felt. Or was it terribly amazing? Oh well.
Instead, she turned her attention to the oxygen mask which had been fixed back over her face at some point whilst she was out. It continued to filter crimson gas into her nostrils & her lungs, and there was very little she could do to stop it. She could very well die here, beneath the ruins of this nondescript underwater facility and no one would even know until it was too late; until she was already dead and gone.
How long have we been here? Toru morosely wondered, How long has it been since we've been recaptured? How long will it take for someone to find us? WILL they ever find us? Or will it be too late? Will they have to dig our bodies out of the rubble? Or will they ever even be able to find us at all? Will the villains get away with it? What will happen to us? Will we EVER get to see the sunlight again? There were so many questions that Toru didn't know any of the answers to.
Shaking off those sour thoughts, she turned instead to search for a way out…if she could even get that far. Setting her own…disabilities aside, her companions lay in similar positions to herself; strung up in their own individual containment pods. One on right and the other beyond that. Just like Toru, they appeared to be in similar conditions to herself, although that wasn't saying much. And if she had to hazard a guess—thanks to the immense heat from across the way—Aoyama was in the same boat. In between them, Mineta was, strangely enough, quiet; more quiet than he'd ever been before. It was worrying.
Looking around more properly, the invisible girl found that they had been strung back up in the same containment pods as before; hence the melted restraints. Which also meant that their bodies had been absorbing the Trigger serum the whole time that they were out and one of the reasons that none of them could move. It wouldn't be long now before they were added to the previous horrors that they'd discovered or they were going to be turned into nomus or worse.
Considering where they were, Doctor Yanagisawa had either overseen their reinstatement to the pods or would be coming to check-up on them at a later date. In any case, he wasn't here now but that could soon change; especially if Team B had already figured out whatever his plan was before he could enact it. That also meant that the teenagers were on a deadline, they just had to get out of their containment pods again. Except the last time they'd gotten free it was with help. And she was pretty sure that that help wasn't going to come again any time soon. This time, they were on their own.
Sucking in a fortifying breath, Toru tried to come up viable solution to their situation. A frown decorated her lips as she glanced about and found herself back in the deepest darkest pits of the Trigger facility in Kaflin. Only this time the room was far brighter than before, if only because of the two photokinetics who'd lost control of their Quirks and the distinct scent of mildew & medicine had been replaced by burnt meats and ashen smoke.
Most of the technology which had stood pristine & in working order before, was now little more than a molten mess. The cords and wires still littered the place but now they were melded together into heaps of metal and, if she had to hazard a guess, those not-so-humanoid shapes on the group weren't just nomu, were they? Because the room was strangely silent where it hadn't been before and the laboratory assistants that had manned the various stations were nowhere to be found. Save for the occasional white laboratory coat that flapped in the heated room or stuck out from a pile of scorched metal. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put two-and-two together.
Toru adamantly refused to look in the direction of the hungry nomus, though her nose still scrunched up in disgust. She didn't want to see how they stared at the teenagers like they were prey, she didn't want to see how they didn't seem to care for their burning flesh and she didn't want to see how they itched to attack at the smallest flinch. Toru just hoped that her peers were okay too, even if that was just for her own sanity.
The invisible girl's Quirk overflowed from her orifices, scorching whatever it touched; clenching her fist, she charged an unwieldy bolt in her hand. If only she could break out of her containment pod—if only she could get rid of the nomus—then maybe she'd be able to drag herself out of there. She hoped and prayed, and wished for that as she twisted her hand outwards and let go.
She fired a brilliant beam that blasted right through the hoard that surrounded them; burning a hole in whatever lay between her and the door. The albino's lips quirked up in a smirk as she listened to the wailing cries of the nomus. She had no such qualms about setting all of the Good Doctor's hard work on fire, if only to piss him off and she wanted, more than anything, to do more. But first, she had to get out.