Maki's eyes narrowed. "No, He's not leaving without finishing what he started. The second he sent us from there with these people meant he didn't want us to be there."
"Why?" Asked Momo.
"Because things were going to get messy, more messier than what we have seen yet, Izuku was going to go unhinged and animalistic and he didn't want us to see that." Said Maki.
"Why would he do that? Does he not trust us enough?" Asked Momo.
"No, it's not about trust, if it was, we wouldn't even be here helping him, it's because he wants to make sure that we don't start fearing him, it would affect our relationship." Said Maki.
"When did Izuku say that to you?" Asked Momo
"He didn't say anything," Maki replied.
"Then how can you be so sure of what he's thinking?" Momo asked, frowning.
"Because I understand him," Maki said quietly. "He and I... we share the same bloodlust. The truth is, his bloodlust is stronger than mine, far more intense.
I didn't want any of you to know this side of me, because I feared you'd turn away, that you'd see me as a monster abandoning me just like my own family did. It's something I've spent my whole life running from."
Momo looked at her with wide eyes, but didn't interrupt.
Maki took a deep breath, her voice softening. "Izuku accepted me. He helped me come to terms with who I am, and he made me believe and reassured me that I wouldn't be abandoned.
But the difference between us is that my rage was focused solely on my family. His... his is directed at anyone who brings harm to others. I've seen it firsthand, although not anywhere near the real bloodlust he has, but just a fraction of it and I know how dangerous it can be.
If even I can feel fear in the presence of his bloodlust, then he's right to want to protect you from it. If you see that side of him, I don't know about love, but you'll definitely fear him, ruining your relationship with him forever."
Momo stayed silent for a moment, absorbing Maki's words. Finally, she nodded. "He's trying to protect us."
"Yes," Maki said. "He knows that seeing that side of him might change the way we look at him. It's not about trust—it's about keeping our bond intact."
Momo looked toward the door, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to trust him to come back."
"We do," Maki agreed, her grip tightening on her weapon. "But whatever he's going to do down there... We need to be ready for the aftermath. Said Maki
"For now let's make sure these people get the care they need. Then we go back for him." said Momo
The two of them watched as the hospital staff moved quickly, assessing the survivors, administering first aid, and calming their fears. For the first time in a long while, these people had a chance to live again.
Meanwhile, Izuku descended deeper into the facility, each step heavier than the last. The stench of blood and decay filled the air, and his mind darkened with every horrific scene he passed. His fists clenched, as he moved toward his final target.
He had promised Maki and Momo that he would return, but not before making sure everyone involved in this atrocity paid dearly. The bloodlust roared in his veins, and he wasn't going to hold back.
As Izuku reached the core of the facility, the air became colder, more oppressive. The screams of the victims still echoed faintly in his ears as he passed empty cells, torture chambers, and surgical rooms filled with bloodstains.
His eyes narrowed. There were still more people who needed saving. His heartbeat quickened, and his bloodlust stirred as he thought of the atrocities being committed here.
Then, he found them. Another group of survivors, probably last of them—all of them emaciated, broken, barely hanging on to life. Strapped to tables, injected with various serums, their eyes hollow and lifeless.
They were the last of the experiments, the ones too far gone to fight back or feel anything at all. Izuku felt a surge of rage as he saw the remains of their humanity slowly slipping away.
Without a word, he freed them. One by one, he ripped the restraints off their weakened bodies, his fingers trembling with barely contained fury. They needed medical attention, but for now, he did what he could.
Some were unconscious, while others whispered weakly, begging to be released from their pain. He gritted his teeth, promising himself he'd end this nightmare for them and make sure no one else suffered like they had.
But there was no time to stay. Marcus, the person who had helped Izuku with the location and had asked for help, lay unconscious in a bloody and battered state, in the corner of the room, hooked up to machinery that hummed with ominous intent.
Izuku's heart clenched as he saw the state Marcus was in, scars running up his arms, his body a shadow of what it once was, his body coated with his own blood.
Gently, he picked Marcus up, laying him beside the other survivors as he did minor treatment and first aid, so that he wouldn't die, as he said, "Please look after him for a while. "I'll come back for you all," he whispered. "This ends today."
As he moved forward, his footsteps grew heavier. The doors to David's lab loomed in front of him, and beyond them, Izuku could sense the presence of something sinister—many things, in fact. He kicked the doors open, and his blood ran cold.
Inside the lab, an army of Nomus awaited him. But these were not like the ones he had seen at USJ. These were more advanced, larger, their bodies sleek with unnatural enhancements, the ones he had never seen before, probably he kept them hidden from him.
Their eyes glowed with a sickly light, and the air around them crackled with raw power. Behind them stood a group of artificially awakened quirk users, each with a look of madness and desperation in their eyes, as if their newfound abilities were slowly driving them insane.
And at the far end of the lab stood David, his back to Izuku as he worked furiously on a terminal. The scientist barely glanced over his shoulder, a smirk playing on his lips. "You think you've won, Izuku? Destroying this lab? Killing my soldiers? It won't stop me.
I've destroyed all the data, but everything... everything is stored in here." He tapped the side of his head. "I'll simply start over somewhere else. And next time, you won't even know where to find me hahahha." he laughed like crazy.
Izuku's fists clenched, the veins in his arms bulging. His eyes glowed with a fierce determination. "You're not going anywhere, David."
David chuckled darkly and began walking toward a hidden exit. "Let's see if you can make it through my creations first."
With a wave of David's hand, the Nomus and quirk users rushed forward. Izuku's world narrowed, his focus sharpening into a singular point: destroying everything between him and David.
The first Nomu lunged at Izuku, grotesque and feral, moving with a speed that would overwhelm most heroes.
But Izuku wasn't some cheap first rate pro hero. His fist shot out like a hammer, shattering its chest with a single blow.
Blood splattered across the room, and the creature collapsed in a heap, twitching on the ground. Yet, even as its bones crunched beneath his fist, Izuku's eyes gleamed with an unsettling light. His lips curled into a twisted grin.
He felt it again—that thrill. The bloodlust rising in him, surging through his veins. The scent of blood and violence filled the air, intoxicating Izuku.
He relished it. His mind, once focused and calculated, was slipping—giving way to something more primal, more savage.
Another Nomu came at him, its claws aimed at his head. Izuku ducked, then drove his fist upward, smashing through its skull.
Blood and brain matter sprayed across the walls, but even as the Nomu crumpled, its regeneration kicked in, the bone and flesh knitting back together.
Izuku grinned wider. "You don't know when to quit, do you?" he muttered, his voice low and filled with dark amusement. He could feel the satisfaction building in his chest.
The creatures kept coming, regenerating again and again, giving him more chances to break them. He wanted to keep hitting them—needed to. His muscles ached with the desire to tear them apart, over and over.
He ducked under another strike, his hands lashing out in a flurry of brutal blows. The impact of his fists echoed through the room, each hit making the blood on the floor splash around his feet.
The Nomus' relentless regeneration wasn't a burden anymore—it was fun. They healed, he smashed them again. It was a vicious cycle, and Izuku was losing himself in it. Every punch, every scream, fed something deep inside him.
A quirk user charged at him, lightning crackling from his hands, but Izuku barely registered it. He met the man with a savage grin, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him into the ground with such force that the man's spine shattered instantly.
The quirk user's screams barely registered as Izuku twisted his neck, silencing him with a sickening crack. Blood dripped down his hands, but instead of disgust, all Izuku felt was exhilaration.
More. He wanted more.
Two Nomus grabbed him from behind, their multi-armed forms squeezing him in a crushing grip. Izuku growled, his muscles bulging as he ripped their limbs apart one by one, blood spraying everywhere as the dismembered arms twitched on the floor.
But the Nomus began regenerating again, and Izuku's eyes flashed with excitement. The cycle continued—tear, heal, smash. He couldn't get enough of it.
"This... this is too easy," he muttered to himself, blood dripping from his fists. "You're all just... punching bags."
And then it hit him. That's exactly what they were—perfect punching bags. Regenerative, unbreakable training dummies. He could use them to train the girls.
His mind was still foggy with bloodlust, but the idea broke through, and it made sense. Some of them needed to stay alive—crippled, but alive.
He moved with brutal efficiency, injecting one Nomu after another with the virus he had created for regenerative type of quirk users, watching with cold satisfaction as their regeneration turned against them, filling their bodies with cancerous growths.
They howled in agony as tumors bubbled beneath their skin, their limbs becoming misshapen masses of flesh. Yet, Izuku made sure not to finish them all. Some, he incapacitated. Some, he left twitching, broken, but breathing.
The quirk-suppressing collars snapped onto their necks, sealing their fate. The few that he decided to keep alive convulsed, their bodies unable to fully regenerate but still functioning enough to serve his purpose, he had made sure to select the strongest nomus, so that girls can easily use them as training dummies without the fear of them breaking.
The first Nomu exploded from the inside out, its regeneration completely overwhelmed by the virus and the collar's effects. Flesh, blood, and bone splattered across the walls, painting the room in gore.
The others soon followed, each one detonating as the collars triggered an internal meltdown. Izuku didn't flinch as pieces of the Nomus rained down around him, his expression cold and focused.
The artificially modified quirk users stood no chance. Weakened and demoralized, they fell quickly to Izuku's onslaught, their bodies crumpling under his brutal attacks. He moved through them like a force of nature, decapitating one, punching a hole through another, and leaving a trail of carnage in his wake.
Izuku grinned at the pathetic sight they made, writhing on the ground in pools of their own blood. He knelt beside one, tilting his head as he watched it struggle to breathe. "You're going to be useful for something, after all," he whispered, almost affectionately. "I'll keep you around. The girls need something to train on... and you'll heal just enough for them to have some fun too."
But even as he spoke, his fists clenched, itching for more violence. It was hard to pull back now, hard to stop when he was so deep into the bloodlust.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of slaughter, he paused. His breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles burned with the effort, but he couldn't stop smiling.
The room was drenched in blood—his own, the Nomus', the quirk users'. But it wasn't enough to satisfy the monster inside him.
He had more to do. He still needed to get to David.
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