Chapter Text
The bright sun illuminated a gloomy building one day.
That building was full of strange sounds, its windows hidden behind large, thick wooden boards that clung weakly with screws.
The only exits of the building were through alleyways, which passersby avoided in fear.
Rumors spoke of mafias, while others mentioned a beast lurking within, waiting to be freed... And well, they were somewhat right.
Inside the building, there was a dark room, filled with the acrid scent of dampness.
The sound of chains dragging across the floor echoed through the room.
Then, a single ray of sunlight that managed to slip through the blocked windows illuminated the face of what was inside.
It was a boy with disheveled green hair, seemingly recently cut in a careless way. He had feline pupils, and their color was as green as emerald... He was a vampire, a species declared extinct due to a massive hunt driven by fear.
The creature moved, its thin body barely able to support itself on the ground.
Then, without warning, the large iron door opened.
The creature tensed, sniffing the air with curiosity and rage.
Standing at the door was a man holding a girl by her blue hair, her red eyes barely filled with tears, her body covered in bandages, and dressed in ragged white clothes, trembling. The most striking feature was a small horn sticking out of one part of her head.
The creature let out a soft growl, standing on all fours with its back arched, alert.
Without warning, the man roughly threw the girl to the ground, causing the creature watching to retreat into the corner of the cell. The man then pulled out a communicator and turned it on.
"The experiment 024 Eri has been successfully transferred to the cell of experiment 009, Izuku Midoriya."
The man gave one last disdainful look before speaking again. "Keep an eye out for any suspicious movement."
He then put the communicator away and left through the door, closing it with an aggressive slam.
Several seconds of absolute silence passed until the girl, named Eri, decided to get up. Her body now trembled more than before, silent tears running down her bruised face.
"Who are you?" Eri asked between sobs. The creature, Izuku, approached, walking on all fours, sniffing Eri's presence.
Eri looked at Izuku as she clasped her hands together. "Why are you so dirty?"
Izuku looked at her, crouching like an animal about to pounce.
Eri decided to move closer, causing Izuku to emit a long, sharp hiss. Yet, Eri remained unfazed and, with innocent intent, extended her hand toward Izuku's head.
Then, in a matter of seconds, Izuku attacked Eri's hand, not with a bite but with a deep scratch.
Eri let out a scream that echoed throughout the cell, while Izuku simply retreated to another corner like a wounded animal.
Seconds after, heavy footsteps were heard outside before the door was thrown open.
Eri looked up. There, in the door stood a man with a gun loaded with sedatives.
Izuku noticing the man, let out a series of squeals, knowing what this meant, but... He couldn't escape what was about to happen
Meanwhile, Eri huddled in another corner, crying and trembling with pure terror.
Without warning, the man fired nearly five tranquilizer darts at Izuku, making him let out agonized shrieks. And the beast simply collapsed.
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In another part of the city... In the agency of Nighteye, a big building. The agency of the green haired hero who could see the future.
Nighteye, had recently urgently called his star student and intern, Mirio.
That day, both were in the hero's office. Nighteye had a somber look while behind him papers piled up in disarray.
"Mirio," he said.
Mirio, a blond boy, looked at him.
"What's going on?"
"Do you remember the Yakuza I told you about?"
Mirio's expression hardened, and he decided to sit down.
"The Shie Hassaikai? The ones selling Trigger bullets?"
Nighteye nodded. "The same ones."
"And what happened with them?" Mirio quickly asked.
Nighteye sighed. "We've investigated, we've done everything... and we've found something disturbing."
Nighteye stood up and opened a drawer from a cabinet, pulling out some photos and recorders wrapped in plastic bags. Then he returned to his desk, opening the bags and spreading the photos and recorders on the table.
"What's this?" Mirio asked, taking a photo in his hand. It was a picture of what appeared to be a figure chained, sitting in a room on a rug.
"We managed to get someone to infiltrate a Yakuza meeting."
Nighteye showed all the photos. "We got these photos, and it seems they're experimenting on what appears to be a vampire in inhumane conditions."
Then Nighteye played a recording from one of the recorders.
"This is Izuku, he's nothing more than a brainless beast, but hey, he's like a pet, obeys and kills if we ask," said the first recording.
Mirio listened attentively and then frowned. "But he can't be older than 17!" he said, frustrated.
However, Nighteye showed more photos. "That's not all... they're also experimenting on a girl."
Mirio took one of the photos, and there was Eri, holding hands with what seemed to be a Yakuza member wearing a strange mask.
"And that's not all," Nighteye declared as he took another recorder and played a recording.
"We're making bullets to erase quirks. They're not completely finished yet."