VI

                                    

                                          
I stare at the alley where I first met Dabi two days ago. This was really happening, wasn't it? This always happens, always.
"You're actually going to abandon me?" I quietly say, pain evidently clear in my voice as Dabi looks off to the side not making eye contact with me. Staying silent until the area we were in starts to become immensely hotter. I look up at Dabi seeing him looking at me with dead eyes. The sparkle and glow of his blue eyes with all that I've known him, gone, just like that. He was a man I didn't recognize.
 His blue flame enveloping his arm as he grips my arm with it leaving a horrible gut-wrenching searing pain to surge through my entire body. I let out a mangled pained sob. I choke on my screams, the pain so bad I can't even comprehend screaming out.
 "Dabi— Stop— Please!" I struggle to pull my searing arm away from his grip.
 "You won't talk about any one of us. Got it?" He menacingly threatens, his grip tightening. I bit my trembling lip as tears spilled from my unblinking eyes. The pain was overwhelming as he let go, letting my body drop onto the ground. I let out a strangled raspy sob. He glances down at me grimacing before turning his back to me and stepping through the black portal as if I meant nothing, only muck on the bottom of his boot.
 I tightly grip my severely burnt arm, strangled hoarse sobs racking through my body as I fall back onto the cold dirty concrete of the alley hearing people walk by. Some stop hearing me soon enough, a crowd was at the opening of the alley murmuring amongst themselves.
"Someone call a hero." One says but no one came to my aid as if I was an animal in a zoo for people to gawk at maybe even film. Soon enough two heroes showed up, one backing the crowd up so the other can get to my pathetic figure that was curled on the floor in pain.
"Akuma?" The soft voice of someone familiar spoke, making me shakily look up from my coiled position, "Oh my god...Akuma! Kiri, I need help." The green haired hero says, kneeling beside me gently taking hold of my severely burnt arm. 
"What happened, Akuma?" He asks, glancing at me clearly noticing my distraught. 
"T–They left me." I numbly mumble out in a raspy monotone voice void of any emotion. My reality set in. The last people I thought I could truly trust left me like nothing. I stare blankly at the floor. I didn't feel like myself. I felt like I was staring at a woman pretending to be me. Living in my rotting skin. 
"Who?" He presses looking at me, Kirishima soon joining his side, his eyes widened seeing it was me.
 "The only people to love me..." I stumble out looking at them, but my gaze was distant as if I wasn't even there. Both men glance at each other as Kiri gently picks my body up walking past the whispering crowd of pathetic people. 
"Let's get her to the hospital first, questions later." Izuku says, rushing with Kiri.
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I numbly sit up in the bleach smelling overly clean white hospital room staring blankly at my pale hands. The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.
 "Akuma, you have to tell us what happened." Aizawa says. He joined the boys not long after they got me here.
 I slowly look up at him, my eyes puffy and dry, "I did." 
He sighs, pinching his nose, "No, you didn't." 
My face went from a blank expression to an angry one as I snap, "Yes, I fucking did!" I scowl, Aizawa looks at me shocked.
 "Who caused the injury, Akuma Matsuda." 
My glare deepens, "Don't fucking call me that." I spit out with such hatred it shocked him and the two young heroes behind him.
"You were such a sweet kid Akuma, what happened?" He asks looking me over, Aizawa had been one of the heroes who rescued me all those years ago. My glare never falters as I stare at him dead in the eye, a dead faced stare. Like the one Dabi had given me not long ago.
 "Shit happened, Mr. Hero, got whisked away from one abusive menace people call family only to be shoved in the arms of another." I spit out Aizawa's eyes widened. 
"You were the one who—" He trails off, finally a smile makes its way on my face as I let out a hoarse laugh my pupils dilate as I silently relive that day loving every part of it. 
"I did, and she deserved every bit of it." I say my smirk only grew as he stares at me with such disappointment.
 "No, Akuma. She didn't." He says, my smirk dropped as I turn towards the man fully. I no longer feel the joy the memory gave me. I glare at the naïve hero.
 "You wanna know what she did to me? She watched as her husband molested a five-year-old little girl. She watched her Husband beat a little girl to the point she wasn't responsive. She suffocated me with her quirk if I wasn't a good little girl and did what mommy asked of her. She let her son take away any ounce of happiness I had." I spit out with hatred,
 "The perfect hero family wasn't very heroic; they destroyed the life of a little girl before she even got to live." I finish staring at him as he stood there speechless. 
"We would've done something if you told us." He says, I let out a dry laugh. 
"No, you wouldn't have, I tried so many times to tell one of you 'heroes' but every time I did, I was shut down, waved off, called a liar. No one believed the quirkless girl. The girl who was given it all, a second chance, a 'life', a loving family. No way could this happen to someone of the likes of me." I menacingly spit standing up. I may have been shorter than him but that didn't matter. I stood in his face staring him down. 
"I was stripped of my life before I even lived it, touched it, breathed it in. I got a little piece back when I killed the bitch, I called my mother." I spit into his face glaring at him. He takes a hold of my arms restraining me and shoving me against the bed making me grunt in pain as his hand grips my still painful burn.
 "Izuku go get the police." The green haired boy seemed hesitant but runs off obeying his past teacher. Kiri follows him, leaving me and Aizawa alone.
"You turned to villainy for something so small that could've been helped." He sighs, I let out a pained laugh, my voice broken.
 "I didn't turn to anything. I took my justice. I took it and I got what I rightfully deserved because no one else would've! I did it all! No thanks to you!" I shout as my face is shoved into the bed. Police rush into the room to cuff me. They restrain me in quirk blocking restraints harshly pushing me towards the door. I glance back at Aizawa with a soft smile, genuine sadness in my eyes.
"I hope you can live with yourself after this Mr. Shouta Aizawa, cause if I were you, I couldn't." I say as I'm shoved out of the room with a whimper of pain as the cop tightly grips my burnt arm with no remorse. 
Once outside I'm laid on a cot with restraints on it. They unlock the current ones and shove me down on the cot, strapping those ones onto my wrists and ankles chuckling.
"Another pathetic villain off the streets." One says not knowing what was to come none of us knew.