He kept toward me till we were chest to chest with each other. He looked me in the eyes, his red ones looking into the emerald green windows to my pitch soul.

I could then feel Izuku, pulling on my hand from behind me, whispering, "Pandora, please. Don't provoke him."

"Even your own classmates and friends are scared of you. You and your villainous personality. Do it. Kill me." I whispered into his chest, looking him in the eye and then breaking contact away.

As my eyes landed on his chest, his hand gripped my throat. He squeezed, blocking my only passage of air. My hands shot up to his, attempting to pry his off. But my attempts were futile.

I heard Tomura mumble something, but I couldn't hear. I was so focused on trying to breathe.

It felt like hours before he jerked around a bit, then threw me to the ground. I gasped and wheezed. My throat was on fire. Not in the good way like a fresh glass of whiskey or bourbon. It was like trying to swallow a rock while having an allergic reaction.

My vision was blurry but I could see a mess of green and red on the ground, to my side and behind me.

My eyes cleared but my throat still hurt.

"I'm better than you!"

"Are you sure. You've nearly killed, not one but, two innocent bystanders."

"Hardly! They're traitors, villains! I was never going to kill either of them!"

I got up, hunched over. I looked past myself to see the mop of green and red had become defined. Midoriya was lying face first in a puddle of his own blood.

I panicked and crawled to his side. His back was moving, indicating he was still breathing. I rolled him onto his back. The sight I was greeted with was horrifying.

As he looked me in the eyes I sensed something foreign to him. He chocked on his own laughter. Blood trekked down his face, marring it, covering his features.

"Izu? Are you okay?" I whispered.

He stopped laughing and looked at me solemnly. His hand reached for my face. His thumb brushed my bangs away, then trailed to my neck. He felt the bruises that formed on my neck.

"I'm fine, but what he did to you is unacceptable."

He pushed himself to his feet before I could comprehend what he was doing.

"Kaachan~" I whipped my head around to view him walking to Bakugo.

"Kaachan. Maybe you should take a swan dive off the roof and you come back a better person. What you did want very nice. Hurting a helpless little girl. Very villainous."

"Huh? What are you going on about nerd." Bakugo scowled.

Izuku approached him, backing him into a wall. Tomura was so focused on what was in front of him, it was my chance. I could kill him and be rid of this horrid life. One last kill to end all my future sins.

But...

What is Izuku doing? The way he's carrying himself, unevenly balanced. He hit his head really bad. That's why his entire persona changed so rapidly. He's going to hurt Bakugo, maybe even kill him. Izuku doesn't need that blood on his hands. Even if he never gets his head on straight.

'Knock knock' a loud banging noise came from the door that led to the outside.

"Pizza delivery!"

All motion stopped and we stared at the door. Questioning gazes were thrown around the room. Who would've so carelessly given up the location to our headquarters.

White noise filled my ears. So loudly I felt as if I were standing next to a tornado siren on full blast.

The wall over looking the streets caved in.

"I am here!" The voice of the symbol of peace ripped through the air. Nails on a chalk board.

"Never fear young Bakugo and Midoriya, I have rescued you."

As I began to understand what was happening, I felt something rough and stiff restraining me.

Multiple pro heroes rushed into the scene.

My heart raced and I found it hard to breathe.

"You brat!" I looked at Tomura, he was furious. "It was you wasn't it. You were scared and weak so you thought to betray us. You little traitor. You'll never be safe, you'll never live a normal life much less become a pathetic little hero. You'll be hunted and I'll kill you myself."

His words struck a nerve in me.

"Kurogiri! Get us out! Kurogiri!"

Kurogiri had been put unconscious at some point with the affair.

Yet portals began opening up in random spots.

The heroes had started panicking. I myself felt nothing. Unable to do anything, I let myself fall into a realm of some sort of subconscious.

Or so it seemed. Thin white sheets felt like paper, not keeping me warm. The walls were barren and grey. Two large lights imbedded in the ceiling burned my eyes, making my head hurt.

A creak echoed from the side of the room opposite to me. The wall revealed a door. Behind it was more grey walls.

"Hello. How do you feel?"

I laid flat on my back, only my head turned to the woman who entered.

She had a white coat and a brown clip board.

"My head hurts." I stated plainly.

She scribbled on her clip board.

"Where?"

"Back of my head."

"You recently visited the hospital after being found unconscious at the sight of a fight between a villain and pro hero, correct?"

"Yes."

"Which you had some test run and scans taken."

"Yes."

"Where you disappeared from the hospital without receiving the results from your scans. And without consent from a health professional."

"Yes, why?"

"Have you had any sensitivity to light, loss of vision, hallucinations, double vision, hard time seeing, or any related problems?"

"No, why? Where-"

"The day you were found at the fight scene, you were found to sustained major injuries to the back of your cranium."

"I'm perfectly fine. Where-"

"It is likely you could be having these symptoms without realizing it. Especially when dealing with hallucinations. They can seem incredibly real to a person experiencing them."

"Shut up and let me speak!" I lost control and jumped out of bed, sprinting at the pompous lady.

Men rushed into the room, pointing guns at me and yelling.

"Get down! Get on the ground. Don't move."

They pulled me by the hair, jerking me away from the lady. But not before I sunk my teeth into her wrist.

I was lying on my belly. Arms beside my head and a boot on my back.

Before I knew it I was asleep.

"Good, your awake. We can get started."

I turned my head, and prepared to sit up. Only to find I couldn't move my arms. They were strapped to my torso.

"It won't stop you from hurting someone but it'll certainly make it harder than you'd like."

My ears perked at the familiar, raspy tone.

EraserHead was standing at the wall where the door had appeared yesterday.

"Is this what you do to all the students that skip detention, or am I just special?" I sarcastically rolled my eyes, rolling into the floor.

"This hardly relates to your tardiness and disrespect. The bite marks on the nurse you attacked yesterday matches a few left on half eaten corpses over the past several years."

"What are trying to get at professor? You think I killed all those people. I would never! I feel attacked!"

"With the results of the quirk assessment test and dental analysis, there isn't a question about it."

His voice got deeper and much more furious sounding.

"Using your quirk to harm others is a crime, much less using it to kill over 20 people. You'll be sentence with several lifetime imprisonments or death."

Lifetime imprisonment, in this god awful place. The thought makes me queasy. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to die before being caught. I can't be stationary, I'd rather they just kill me and get it over with. Maybe in my next life I'll have another choice. Maybe I'll be quirkless, and live in America. Wouldn't that be great. I could live on a farm, far from everyone. Run with the wild herds of horses in Utah. That would be nice.

Or to be reincarnated as a house cat. Something where I could be lazy, relax and not have a care in the world. It would be all I could ever ask for.

I pressed my forehead to the ground. My mind pleaded to be released from this life.

But the one person I wanted so desperately to accompany me in my next life. What was of him now? He went nuts after he got battered in the head.

"What's become of Izuku?"

I planted my chin on the ground, eyes straining to look up at the sleep deprived pro hero.

He grunted, "He's in at Hosu Hospital. With his family and friends."

It almost sounded like a scowl coming from his lips. Maybe he thinks I'm the one who hurt him. But I didn't.

I didn't.

In fact, it was another one of those self righteous, wannabe hero, pricks! Blaming me for crap. Again!

It rigged. The whole society is rigged. There will never be a better time as long as these finger pointing heroes walk the street.

No one had entered since he. I rolled in my own self pity for what seemed like hours.

I finally had enough of feeling sorry for myself. I hatched my own plan to get myself out of this stupid jacket and out of this plain room.

I rolled under my bed, out of sight from the prying cameras. I still had a quirk, so I put it to good use. I changed forms, my alternate being narrow, easy to slip out of the jacket.

After a few minutes, guards rushed in, unknowing that I was in the room. Once they made it to the far side of the room, my padded paws carried me out through the carelessly left door.

My heart raced. No one was outside in the halls. Leaving would be easier than I ever imagined. I sprinted down the halls.

But my freedom was short lived.

A sharp pain resonated from one of my back legs.

Turns out the sedative I was hit with triggered an allergic reaction.

With my heart beating as fast as it was, my blood pumping, it spread through my system quickly.

I was rushed to the hospital. But it was too late. I was pronounced dead in the ambulance.

They couldn't have saved me anyway, I was so far gone already. Death was my breath of release. A savior from the pain I endured. It was more than I could ask for.

I left myself laying in one room and traveled throughout the hospital.

After all this was Hosu Hospital, I may as well get to see him one last time.

I walked into his private room, paid for by the school.

What is the public going to think. Maybe we accomplished what we were trying to.

We kidnapped two UA students, and another student who turned out to be a villain. One student attack the other, and nearly killed them.