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丨-Chapter Twenty-Six ▬ Investigation -丨

ʚ▬▬ι════ﺤ Hosu Police Headquaters ─ 5:47 AM │

┆--Y/n POV--┆

This time there was no haze, no mist to cloud your vision, no rust to delay your resting muscles. Your eyes shot open, and your senses returned even quicker than your dream.  Trepidation rattled in your chest as if the embodiment of fear was breaking through your ribs with a battering ram.

In the mere blur of just five seconds, you were aware and awake, mentally jumpstarted, and you began to analyze four things, you were cuffed to something, this was an entirely different room than the colorless dream, there was a warm wrapping of bandages around your throat, and you could feel large cold metal braces on your legs, arms, and─ sigh... Your neck.

They had collared you like a mutt. 

Panic was rising in your mind again—it was like bitter black coffee threatening to overflow the rim of a cup. The coppery residue of swallowed blood in the back of your throat was gone, but the negatives still outwayed the positives by a lightyear.

The canvas of your greatest fears was being patined with every swift glance. They had never gotten this far and yet... You allowed them to capture you, by being so blinded with arrogance to finish the engine boy off...

You could have flipped the engine boy off and left him to bleed out at his lonesome! Dammit...

Now you were in police custody. It was small, almost a worryingly tiny grey room with one long rectangular ceiling light that buzzing from above. You tugged on your wrist restraints and quickly began thrashing side to side, but the chair stayed immobile as it was bolted down to the tiled floor.

"Hey hey settled down, we just need some answers. You're going to break skin on your wrists if you keep at it." A man in his thirties spoke calmly from across a long shiny dark oak table, he had a brown head of hair and wore a black suit with a dark green tie. And in a separate chair near him was the man you loathed, the absolute bane of your existence. 

"LET ME OUT!" You screamed at the top of your voice, with a futile attempt to lunge at the two men only proved useless against the constricting chair.

You tried to subconsciously activate your quirk, but you received nothing in return. It was how your power had been self-trained over your early years alone, on a neurological level, to activate alongside a fight or flight response.

But without that getaway switch, it left you vulnerable, like a bird with broken wings being hunted. Activate... Activate... I SAID-

"Quirk Suppressors," Eraserhead stated boldly out of the blue, your efforts suddenly paused at his stoically truthful tone. "Keep at it and you'll burst a blood vessel, and we wouldn't want that happening".

The one 'get out of jail' free card you had as a literal genetic advantage, was turned off by a mere metal bracelet.

Your eyes met his, locked like a programmed target system, poisonous rage seeped through your teeth."You..."