The Dungeon (Bonus Chapter) (Short Chapter)

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--Time: Unknown--

--Location: Unknown--

*Drip* *Drip* *Drip*

Sitting in a dark, moist, and chilly stone cell is the disheveled appearance of a man wearing a torn up lab coat. The man is curled up on the ground in the corner trying to stay warm, but failing as you can see his skinny and scarred body shivering.

His once nice dress pants are now torn to shreds exposing his scabbed over legs. The man remains in that position for a few moments until finally, a light shines through the bars.

The prisoner looks up to see a short overweight man with a long mustache and wearing a lab coat grinning, "Why hello my old friend. How are your accommodations? Comfortable I hope?"

The prisoner then tucks his head back into his cured up position ignoring the man. Seeing this, his smile simply widens, "Ho? You know, it didn't have to end up like this. Things would have been so simple if you had just continued to send us the quirk information records.

We were even so kind as to only torture you a few times and steal your quirk for your failure to give us those boy's records. So why didn't you keep sending us those records hmmm? Surely you didn't just randomly grow balls of steel so suddenly did you? What could possibly lead to you having the courage to defy us?"

The prisoner then looks up and spits what little saliva he can gather at the mans feet, "Go to hell. I'm not the same person I was all those years ago."

The man then claps, "Bravo, bravo, what a brilliant act of defiance. But it doesn't help you. So please, I've already figured out who the boys are, but what could possibly have possessed you to defy me? It's been nearly ten years now since you've been running from us and four since we caught you."

Hearing that he had figured out who the boys were, the prisoner jerked up, "Leave them alone! Don't you dare touch a single hair on them. If you do, I swear I will kill you and bring this entire organization to its knees. No matter how long it takes me." He is now glaring at the man with a look of pure anger and hatred.

The man ignores this, "Tell you what. If you tell me why you suddenly stopped sending us the records, we won't touch them."

The prisoner stares at the doctor for a moment weighing his options. On one hand, he knew that the doctor was probably lying, but on the other hand, there really wasn't much harm in telling them. He thinks for a minute longer before replying, "Go to hell. I don't know why you care, but if you want the information so badly then I sure as hell ain't going to give it to you."

The man sighs, "What a pity. It seems it's time for another torture session!"

With that, the doctor enters the prison cell smiling.