"Amy?!" My calls wouldn't go through. She'd tried to call me moments ago but the call dropped the moment it picked up. I called her back hurriedly. The line just rang and went to voicemail.

I waited a few breaths and tried again. It rang a few times then went to voicemail. Something didn't feel right. My stomach kept twisting into nervous panicked knots. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

"Princess Scaredy Cat not answering?" Shinso's voice sounded behind me, I'd had some spare time left in my muscular form and agreed to help him again for some more training. I knew Amy liked him and thought it would be best to spend some time with him and get to know him better.

I shook my head.

"Don't freak out or anything, but I have a bad feeling..." Shinso spoke up softly.

"I do too." I agreed and called her again. The phone picked up, "Princess, are you alright?!" I nearly breathed a sigh of relief until a voice that wasn't Amy's responded.

"Sorry, we're borrowing your precious little Princess." A male voice I didn't recognize sounded on the other end before I heard what sounded like crackling flames and the line dropped as if the phone had been consumed by fire.

I felt all the color drain from my face and my blood turn to ice in my veins. My stomach and heart both dropped and I felt as if I'd been gutted.

"All Might?" Shinso looked to me worried.

My vision went dark and I felt like I was about to lose my footing. Ayumi's voice shrieked in the back of my mind pulling me back to my senses, drawing me out of my wallowing pit of despair and hopelessness as I tried to process what I'd just heard. TOSHINORI! YOU'RE A PARENT! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO BE PITIFUL! FIND OUR DAUGHTER! NOW! SHE NEEDS YOU!

Amy needed me. That thought alone drew me back from my split second of blacking out. I came back to my senses. Shinso, I'd learned was a relatively calm and laid-back boy, but he looked on the verge of panic.

"Amy?" He asked worriedly.

"I have to go." I don't know how I managed to form coherent speech.

He paled, "is she okay?"

"I don't know." I took off before he could ask me any further questions. I had no answers and I couldn't bear to see the boy in as pathetic of a state as I currently felt on the inside which is where it looked like he was headed.

I opened my eyes and several things happened at once: I was overcome with pain, my vision remained black and I couldn't hear anything. Panic gripped me as I feared I'd gone deaf and blind before I heard myself gasp for breath. My throat was in excruciating pain, each ragged breath was pure agony, it felt like I had shards of glass in my windpipe and they shifted with each breath, digging deeper into me esophagus. Where was Bakugo?

I slowly reached around. I was lying on cold metal and felt like I was in some kind of small metal container. There were walls all around me. My fingers gripped the edge of whatever I was laying on and I thought I felt a track beneath me. A horrifying thought crossed my mind, was I in a morgue?! The first thought to follow this was how worried my Dad was about me right now. My second thought had me in tears, would I ever see him again? Was I going to die here? Was I already dead? A choked sob escaped me as I thought of never being able to see my Dad again or feel one of his warm comforting hugs or hear his infectious laughter. Tears streamed down my cheeks and another sob mixed with a cry of pain escaped me.

There was a shrieking sound like metal scraping against metal and suddenly light spilled into my tiny corpse locker. The sudden light was blinding. There was more shrieking metal and my body lurched slightly as the tray I was laying on was suddenly wrenched toward the light. Once my eyes adjusted, a scream of terror escaped me as I looked up at a horrifying Nomu creature with pure white mottled skin that appeared to be starting to rot and decay growling down at me. It had dried blood caked around its gnashing maw of razor-sharp teeth. Another scream escaped me and I tried desperately to will myself to move. My body was numb from the cold of what was most assuredly a morgue and from the pain of all my injuries that hadn't been tended to.

It placed one of its disgusting hands on my arm and I felt the strangest sensation wash over me, like when Mr. Aizawa erased my quirk. I tried to pull away from it but I was far too weak. Another scream fought to break free but my throat felt raw and bloody and it hurt too much to make a sound. My mouth opened in a silent scream of horror.

"So long as you do exactly as I say, it won't hurt you." A voice echoed around the room, it sounded like it was coming from some kind of PA system.

I was petrified and wished more than anything that I was back at home watching a childish movie with Dad.

"Now, get up." The voice sounded.

I didn't think I could move.

The putrid Nomu turned its sickly eyes on me. I tried to move, but my body wouldn't listen to me. It didn't give me a second attempt. It opened its ugly maw filled with razor sharp teeth and lunged at my face. I shrieked and attempted to shield myself with my arms. It was gripping one so tightly I couldn't move it. The other managed to block my face and I let out a cry of agony as it's razor sharp teeth tore into my wrist. Blood splashed onto the front of my already bloodied and dirty shirt instantly soaking through it.

"I told you, it won't hurt you as long as you do exactly as I say." The voice echoed around the morgue again. "Now, get up."

The Nomu released my wrist and I hurriedly jumped to my feet and hugged my now gushing wrist against my chest in an attempt to staunch the flow of blood. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, they felt like they were burning in contrast to my cool skin from the freezing morgue.

"Good." The voice commended me. "Now, walk to the door."

I hurried to the door. My body screamed in protest.

"Very good." The voice sounded like it was enjoying my torment, "open the door."

I hurriedly reached my now blood-soaked hand for the door. The blood made the door handle slick and I couldn't get it to turn. The Nomu turned to me and I tried again, desperately to get the door to open. It let out a horrifying wail and lunged at me again.

I screamed and tried to move away from it but it's razor sharp teeth tore into my shoulder. Blinded by pain I fumbled with the door again and managed to get it to open. The Nomu released me. I choked on a sob awaiting further instruction from my sadistic captor.

"Take the hall to your left." The voice echoed throughout the morgue and the dimly lit hallway.

I stumbled to the left moving as fast as my scraped-up legs would take me. I felt like I was starting to hyperventilate and quickly slipping into a dark spiraling panic I wasn't sure I'd be able to claw my way back up out of.

"Stop at the end of the hall."

I reached the end of the hall and came to an abrupt halt. I was dizzy from the blood loss. My body swayed and I flinched expecting the Nomu to attack, but it didn't.

"Leave us." The voice commanded in a slightly different tone as the door to my right flew open.

The Nomu released me and went to wait outside the door across from the hall.

"Come in, Amelia." An eerie voice came from within the room, lit up by various monitors and screens.

I hesitated and the Nomu behind me let out a strange wail. A yelp escaped me and I fell into the room desperately trying to avoid being mauled again. Blood splashed to the floor pouring from my wrist and shoulder where the Nomu had viciously tore into my flesh. I wasn't sure if I could stand, my body didn't seem to want to listen to me. Everything hurt. Slowly, I crawled further into the room, smearing blood on the floor as I went.

Once I felt I was sufficiently in the room, I stopped and nearly collapsed on the floor. Shakily, I lifted my head and spotted what I assumed was a man in a rich black suit wearing a scary black metal mask that was somewhat reminiscent of a bad guy in a space movie.

"Hello, Amelia." The voice sent a shiver down my spine and made the hair on my arms and the back of my neck stand on end. "Do you know who I am?"

I looked at the villain for a long moment, "are you the villain who hurt my Dad?" My voice came out raspy and weak, no more than a whisper.

The masked man chuckled, "I suppose I am." He set a gun on the desk in front of him and ignored it. I had no idea what he was doing, was it some kind of test? Was he going to shoot me? "Though, I regrettably didn't finish the job, back then."

More tears welled in my eyes. "Please leave my Dad alone."

He chuckled and my blood turned cold.

A silent sob escaped me. My arms trembled as they struggled to hold me upright. More blood splashed to the floor, spilling from the wound in my shoulder.

"Come closer." He commanded.

I inched closer.

"Closer." His voice sounded slightly more irked at my slow pace.

I moved toward him shakily trying my hardest to keep myself calm and composed. I didn't want to let this villain see me cry anymore than he already had. Once I was within reach, he opened one of his desk drawers. I flinched instinctively.

Nothing happened.

I chanced a peek and saw him holding a roll of bandages in his hand. What was he doing? He motioned for me to sit up and I shakily managed to do so.

"Where's Bakugo?" I asked quietly as he wrapped some bandages around my neck where Shigaraki had broken apart my skin with his quirk.

The man silently pressed a button on a nearby remote. One of the many monitors shifted and I saw Bakugo in what looked like a bar. He was bound and gagged and appeared to be sleeping. I had no idea what time it was from any of the monitors. Any windows I'd seen were all boarded up.

"Are you going to kill him?" I choked.

"If I were you, little girl, I'd be a little more worried about myself." The man chuckled.

"Clearly we have different priorities." I spoke before I could stop myself and flinched as I realized I'd snapped back at him.

He didn't retaliate and continued to bandage my neck before tending to the wounds the Nomu had given me.

"...are you going to kill him?" I asked again.

"No." He answered shortly as he finished bandaging the fresh wound on my wrist.

"And me?" I was afraid of the answer, mostly I was afraid of how Dad would take it.

"For now, you're just bait to lure All Might here so I or Shigaraki can finish the job." He answered as if it was as simple as that.

My stomach churned unpleasantly. How could someone talk so casually about taking someone else's life. "No." I panicked. "You can't."

"And what can you possibly do to stop me?" He goaded me.

My quirk activated reflexively and I watched in horror as the gun floated off the desk and pointed in his direction. Fear gripped me. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to. I couldn't bear to hurt someone, even someone as scary as this. That wasn't the kind of hero I wanted to be! The gun shook in the air before it crunched inward as if a giant hand had crushed it.

The scary many laughed at this. "You're much too soft. You don't have what it takes to be a hero."

The gun dropped back to the desk. Had I just let everyone down?

I looked to the screen where Bakugo was resting. I wasn't much of a fighter but he was. Maybe I could at least give him a chance to save himself. I reached toward the screen willing his bindings to give.

"What are you doing?" The masked man growled and looked to the screen as one of the straps keeping Bakugo in place suddenly came loose. "Stop!"

The door flew open and in the next instant I felt the Nomu's decaying hand encircle my neck, its grip tight enough to cut off my oxygen flow. Just like before, my quirk was erased.

"I knew it was impressive, but I had no idea just how impressive. It's a pity I cannot take it." The masked man sighed. "Now, you are to return." He ordered me.

I hesitated; I didn't want to go back to the scary morgue. The Nomu pierced me in the back with its pointed beak and I let out a cry of pain before scrambling to head back from where I had come. Tears threatened to fall as I reached the morgue.

The Nomu waited for further instruction, keeping a firm grip on my neck.

"Get back in the locker." The masked man's terrifying voice echoed through the room.

"No...please...it's too scary..." I squeaked and tried to pull back. I didn't want to go back in that tiny cold dark space.

I was blinded by pain as the Nomu tore into my back. A scream of pain ripped from my throat and I choked on a sob. The Nomu released me as I hopped back on the tray. I flinched as the tray slid back into the locker and cried silently as I heard the shrieking sound of grating metal as the door was slammed shut. My quirk went berserk. I could hear rattling in all the other lockers around me and prayed they were all empty and not filled with bodies.

Blood pooled in the tray beneath me. It was warm at first but the longer I was stuck in the frozen meat locker, the cooler it became. Soon it was only warm for a short period as it pooled out of me. It was too dark to tell if my vision was blurred but I felt light headed and like I was on a merry-go-round in hell and knew a much more welcoming darkness would be here soon.

"Please stay away, Dad." I whispered quietly. "I don't want you to die." I choked on a sob.