The new arrival (Chapter One)

 

Today is the day. I finally get to leave this solitary prison and go to UA. The school where only the best of the best heroes graduate. After 3 years of questions, experiments, and loneliness I finally get to leave. 

“Youkai Takoshio,” A deep voice says, interupting my thoughts. I didn’t even hear him open the door.

“Yes?”

“Come with me”

I following behind the tall man, his heavy, black boots tromping on the concrete floors as we trail through the long, empty hallway. This prison was specially built to hold anyone who poses a threat, especially people with quirks. The prison was located far away from the city, deep in the woods, restricted only for heros and staff members. I am taken to a room with two women. The one on the right has bright green, kind eyes and blonde hair tied into a neat braid, freckles dot her face and she looks welcoming and warm. The one on the left has very strong cheekbones, she is thinner and taller, she has brown hair pulled tightly into a bun right on the nape of her neck, and her eyes are a cold and icy blue. They both wear a navy blue skirt and button up blazer, they each having a matching pair of heels. The green-eyed girl waves her hand ushering me to come in. Once I take a couple of steps I hear the door slam behind me. The thinner one comes up beside and walks me to a mirror. I look awful. My long, black hair has become knotted and frizzed. There are small smudges of dirt all over my body. The metal collar around my neck screams for my attention. My big, black wings chained together aching to stretch. The green-eyed woman steps forward.

“Hello love, my name Asami, I am gonna help you get ready alright?”

I nod. I haven’t had decent human interaction since I got here. 

“Yes yes, I am Kanji,” the thin woman says, “Now come along, we haven’t got all day.”

They walk me over to a tub and fill it with warm water. I remove my top and they both gasp. I back away quickly.

“Oh no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just… shocked.” the green-eyed girl says.

“No child-it’s just-what happened?” the thinner one asked, slowly stepping toward me.

“I don’t want to talk about it”

They look at eachother, then back at me. 

Asami speaks up, “Please tell us, we want to help make you feel better”

“You can’t make it better” I snap.

They step back cautiously, staring at the scars that wrap around my back and stomach, some reaching up my shoulders to the nape of my neck. 

“Alright then, come dear, we need to get you washed up,” Kanji says, pressing out wrinkles in her skirt that don’t exist. I walk toward the tub, finish undressing, and submerge my body in the steaming water. They wash my hair, brush it out, and criss-cross it into to long braids that reach down to my waist. They grab me a grey tanktop that I tuck into the black cargo pants they also grabbed me. They get me heavy boots that match the man’s who brought me hear. After I get dressed, the green-eyed girl says something into a radio and three men walk into the room. The man the middle carries a briefcase, once they have all gotten closer, he places it down on a table and opens it to reveal some sort of metal device. The two other men come to my side and hold my arms as the man with the third man lifts my dress, and places it on my side. Tiny needles dig into my side as it attaches itself

“It is another restriction device. Whenever you try to use your quirk you’ll be electrocuted at 30 volts, just like with your collar, only this one is on your side,” the man on my right says. I nod, taking in the information. I tried using my quirk only a couple times after they out the collar on me the day I arrived, now I have one on my side too. How am I supposed to graduate from UA without my quirk? 

The sounds of chains clinking pulls me from my train of thought. I sigh and put my arms up like I do everytime I got to leave my cell. They buckle the thick shackles around my wrists, they then fasten one of the ends of the chain to my collar and hold the other end.

“Do me a favor,” the green-eyed girl says, “Try to stay out of trouble.”

I nod and I walk out with the three men. They take me down a flight of stairs and down a long hallway to a door. I squint as they open the door and sunlight comes spilling in. It has been forever since I’ve seen the sun, the sky, the grass. After my eyes adjust to the light, they walk me over to an armoured car and load me into the back where more guards are waiting. After sitting in an awkward silence for about fifteen minutes I decide to break it.

“So what’s you quirk?” I say to the guard sitting beside me.

“Do not talk”

“Well that’s no fun”

“I said do not talk,” the quard repeats. I think of all the ways I would have made him talk back when I was with my dad. I push the thoughts to the back of my head and display a sly smirk.

“Well, it really is a shame. You look like you have a very strong quirk. Maybe controlling water, or being able to bend metal,” 

My grin grows wider as the man straightens his posture in pride.

“Well since your asked, I can change the material of any inanimate object that I’m touching,” He beams.

The other men around us sigh and groan.

“I told you he would talk,” one says to another.

“He just doesn’t know how to keep his big mouth shut”

The men in the truck chuckle as the guard beside me shrinks back into his seat. I look at him with pity, something most people don’t want for but always get.

“That wasn’t very kind of you,” I speak up, they all snap up their heads at my remark, “That is no way to speak to a comrade.”

“Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?”

“Take off these chains and I’ll show you what I’ll do.”

They all tighten their grips on their guns. I relax as my composure returns.

“My apologies,” I say, adjusting my posture, “That is no way to speak to my escorts,”

Escorts? I called them my escorts. That is not what they are. They are my guards. They are the only thing blocking me freedom. Them and the damn collar around my neck. 

“When will we be arriving?” I ask, “I can’t stand the tension in here,” 

“About five more minutes,” The man across from me answers, “Now shut up”

I decide to take his advice. Not because I want to listen to him or because I have given up. I silence my opinions so I can announce them another day. Once we arrive, they immediately open the door and the first thing I see is a class. Throwing balls using there quirks. They all stop their chatter and they focus their attention on me. This will be a bundle of fun.

“Students, this is Youkai Takoshio. She will be joining our class,” I here this from a man with shoulder length black hair and heavy bags under his eyes. That must be Shota Aizawa, my teacher. They told me he would be the hero watching over me, along with the guards. I scan the crowd to recognize faces, and there it is. The boy with the red and white hair, and scar over his left eye.