This chapter has mentions of self harm and forced fighting. Please be advised and continue at your own risk.

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My hands clutched the rim of the sink and the knuckles turned a ghostly white. Intently, I stared at my trembling body. Every inch of which burned like fire but the pain seemed to be a dull ache in my mind.

Reaching to touch the area my wings once were, a cool liquid covered the tips of my finger. The action sent a jolt down my spine and I pulled my hand back. Crimson blood streamed down my fingers, collecting in a pool at my palm.

Carefully I slid off my bra and began to wrap the bandages over my chest. The cool, cloth material felt better than the shirt I had used to wrap my arm earlier this day. Once I was sure that the bandage was covering the bleeding holes in my back and my bust I tied it off.

Sliding off my shorts I changed into a pair of black loose fitting sweatpants. With the last of the bandages I wrapped them around my feet; The material tucked under my ankle and winding upwards to about mid-calve.

With my clothes scattered across the floor it was hard to find my black blindfold. Moving the dirty garments to the hamper I finally caught sight of the black cloth on the floor. Picking it up I tied it tightly around my head.

The bright lights of the bathroom made it possible for me to just barley see through the dark material. With a final glance to myself in the mirror I left the bathroom: My feet just barley missed stepping on the iron wings strewn across the floor.

Quickly I left my apartment building and merged with the shadows of a nearby alley. Winding through the dark corners of the path I found myself standing in front of a large iron door. It was nearly a fifteen minute walk to here; Had it really been that long since leaving my building?

Knocking my hand against the hard metal door, it opened almost instantly. On the other side stood a tall woman with hair so dark you'd think you were lost in space. Her cold purple eyes looked down upon me and the annoyed look on her face turned to a smirk.

"Hello Pacifist." The woman's voice was one you'd hear in a nightmare. It was deep yet smooth and seemed to drown your ears with it's intoxicating sound.

My eyes met hers and I felt a chill run down my spin: Though I was sure she couldn't see my eyes it felt as if she could. "Hello Esther."

She moved to the side and allowed me to walk by: I did. The door closed behind us with a loud thud and enclosed us in darkness. It was hard to see with the blindfold but I managed. Esther followed closely behind me as we made our way down the hall, the farther we walked the hall louder the sounds of cheering got.

"The matches are nearly done, dear." She pushed past me and opened a door to a room. "Whoever wins this one will be tonight's champion, unless you'd like to take them on."

I nodded my head and walked into the room. I'd been here several times, it was the room that only Esther's champions had access to. "That's why I'm here."

"Come out in about five minutes and be stretched." She offered a chilling smile. "We wouldn't want my dearest champion to get hurt."

Esther left me in the room and I sunk into a nearby plushy red chair. The soft material pressed lightly against my back and I flinched. My eyes focused on the flickering fireplace and I began to wonder how many times I'd been here.

Here. The fighting ring was a place where the rich paid to see people fight until they're on the verge of death. I hated the way those wealthy assholes cheered as two people pummeled each other to no end. To them it was a form of entertainment but to most of the people fighting it was a way to pay off their debt.

With a deep sigh I stood up and left the comfortable room. I could leave, turn back and not do this fight: But what's the point in that. After what I'd done to Hawk's today I couldn't risk slipping up and hurt someone again. Whether I loose this fight or win (Likely the latter to be truthful) it'll be a good reminder of what I shouldn't do.

Nearing the end of the hall I took a turn and stood before the arena. Three more steps and I'd be out of the shadows and in the bright spot lights. Though I didn't take those three steps and instead waited for the Esther to make the announcement.

"As you all know the previous fight was supposed to be the final of the night." Boo's rang out from the crowd and Esther couldn't help but smile. "But don't worry my dear patrons, we have a last minute contender. Someone you all know quite well."

I walked out from the shadows and into the center of the arena. The sandy floor felt cold against my feet and I realized just how chilly the arena was. Esther raised my arm over my head and once again addressed the crowd around us. "Pacifist! Though her name isn't fitting considering she has been the champion twenty-one times!"

Twenty-one times. Have I really done this twenty-one times already? "And our other opponent, Catastrophe!"

A large man stepped out from the other side of the arena, his arms raised high over his head as he ran towards us. I had thought he was going to run over Esther but he stopped several inches away.

"On my count, you may begin your fight." The woman left us standing in the center of the the arena. As she walked away I turned to look at the tall man beside me. He sneered while he look at me.

"What are you gonna do, girl?" He mocked. "You probably couldn't hurt a fly."

I paid no attention to the mans words, it wasn't uncommon for people to taunt me like that. Instead I let Esther's words flow through my ear and calm my nerves. "Three! Two! One! Fight!"

As soon as those words left her the man lunged at me. His muscular hand wrapping around my throat and raising me off the ground. For a moment I was reminded of what had happened earlier today: Is this what Hawk's felt like? The feeling of not being able to breath as darkness danced through his vision.

"Do you yield, girl?" He used the word girl as if it meant to be a helpless child, one that needed to be protected: How idiotic of him to assume that I was weak.

I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around the arm that held me. Pulling his arm down I forced him to drop me. Squatting close to the floor I weaved between his legs.

He tried to turn but I stayed in the blind spot of his broad back. Eventually I got tired of watching him turn in circles so many times and grabbed onto the arm that had once been chocking me. Pulling it behind his back, the man fell to his knees.

"Do you yield?" I kept my voice quiet and close to his ear. Though I had his arm locked he shook his head. I pulled his arm back more, a slight pop sounding from the joint. "Do. You. Yield."

"I won't yield to a weak brat such as you." His body shook and I could hear a small shake in his voice.

I pulled his arm back more, a cracking sound rumbled through the air. The man let out a small scream of pain and leaned forward, his body shaking from the pain. "I'll break the other one as well if you don't yield."

Moving to be in front of the man I used my fingers to lift his face up to stare at me. His eyes had once flickered with a flame of confidence but now sat hollow. "You're a monster." He spat. "A heartless villain."

His words stung, that much I'll admit, but I couldn't think about it now. "Do you yield Catastrophe?"

Neither of us made a move until his hollow gaze flickered downward. The voice that had once mocked me now rang out: Defeated. "I yield."

Reaching my hand out, I grabbed the mans large hand and helped him up. "And there you have it; Pacifist secures her twenty-second win. Every bodies favorite monster is still at the top."

Cheers rang out through the crowd but I didn't stay behind to listen them, I had to get out of here. Running through the halls I made my towards the exit and threw the metal door open, the air outside just as cold as the air in the arena.

Sticking to the shadows I ran through back alleys, the cold air whipped against my face and I wished for nothing more than to fly into the air. Since I didn't have wings, I chose the next best option. Climbing up the stairs of a nearby abandoned building I sat on the edge of the roof.

A fall from this height would easily kill me but as of this moment I didn't care. My feet dangled limply off the side of the building and I let the tiredness seep into my muscles. Everything seemed to hurt, from the scratches on the tips of my feet to my aching back and up to the bruises likely forming on my neck.

I was alone now, Esther wouldn't have followed me this far. Without anyone around I slid off my blindfold, clutching it tightly in my hand. Is that truly what Hawk's had felt like?

"What are you doing here." The sudden voice caused me to jump, my body nearly sliding off the edge.

Shooting my eyes back I saw the golden eyes gaze of a familiar hero. With a sigh I turned back to look across the streets below. "Isn't there some hero work for you to be doing? Interviews or maybe some people to save."

Hawk's quiet footsteps closed in besides me and he leaned against the ledge. "No, actually I was just about to meet up with Dabi."

"Then I'll just be on my way." I began to stand up but before I could a jacket wrapped around my shoulders. My body stiffened and I clutched tightly to the ledge "What are you-"

"You must be cold." Hawk's sat down next to me, his golden eyes searching the sky. "You know it's almost one in the morning, right?"

I only gave a small nod, this was an awkward situation. Attempting to slide the jacket off I was getting ready to leave but a movement on my other side stopped me. "What's she doing here?"

The deep gravelly voice was not unfamiliar to me. Quickly I came up with an excuse. "Don't be mad Dabi, I was just about to leave."

"Eh, don't worry about it." Dabi sat on the other side of me, his deep turquoise eyes traveling up my body. "I wouldn't usually care, but are you okay?"

"I'll be fine." My arms crossed together and I wished his piercing gaze would move off my body. We sat there for a moment, no one speaking. The only sounds were the whipping of wind and our quiet breaths. "It's late, I'm going to head back to my place."

"Are you going to be okay?" Hawk's repeated Dabi's question he stood up, his body turning to face me. "You look like you're about to cry."

I ran my hands over my eyes and noticed he was right, but I wiped them away: I wasn't going to cry. "For the last time, I'll be fine." Trying to walk away I was stopped by Hawk's grip on my wrist.

"(Y/N)." His voice was commanding but held a gentle air to it as if her were begging me to take a moment to talk about all my pains.

I yanked my arm away. "Look, the best thing you can do for me right now is tell me to stand up and not cry! So if you're going to keep giving me those pitiful eyes then leave me the fuck alone."

Pity was always something I'd hated, maybe it's because no one has ever shown me any. If someone had, maybe things would be different right now: But no one did. So I don't want to be seen as weak, not right now when I'm so close to breaking down.

Finally I began to leave the building, only for Hawk's to fly himself and Dabi down next to me. The two men fell into pace beside me and we walked in a calm silence, no one had anything to say. Once we reached my building Hawk's and Dabi decided to come inside because 'I'll need help patching up my wounds'.

"The first aid kit is in the bathroom!" I called out to Hawk's who was searching for the medical supplies. Dabi had plopped himself down on the couch and began to text someone.

Before I could sit down there was a sudden knock on the door. There was only one person who would be at my house this late at night. Opening the door, I looked down at the shoes of my landlord.

"Hello Mr.Ivanov." I mumbled quietly.

"(Y/N)." His voice was laced with a thick Russian accent. "You're a week late on rent."

Shaking my head, my fingers began to fidget together. This would end one of two ways and I really didn't like one of them; Especially since those two idiots are here. "I'm sorry, I'll have your money at the beginning of next week. Please just give me some time."

Using his hand, Mr.Ivanov pushed my face up, my (e/c) eyes connecting with his shimmering grey eyes. My body held a slight tremble, right now I didn't have the strength to fight him off. A siring pain ran it's way across my face, passing right over my nose. He was using his quirk to create the wound.

Blood poured from the wound on my face and pooled onto the floor. "You better have the money by Tuesday or else." My hands went to clutch my nose as Ivanov left the door, disappearing down the staircase.

Slamming the door shut I ran trough my house, attempting to keep blood from leaking all over the floor. I passed Hawk's who stood proudly with the medical kit in hand. His eyes watched as I ran past and took note of the blood flowing down my face.

In front of the bathroom mirror I took my hand off my face. The wound stretched from my right cheekbone, traveled over my nose, and ended along my left cheekbone. Blood was still pouring from the wound and trailing down into the sink, staining it with my blood. This wound was going to scar, no doubt.