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A/N *TRIGGER WARNING* Violence in the extreme. 😰

Two's POV

Our target took the bait. It was Spinner's secret admirer, I don't even remember his fucking name. I mean how can anyone be so fucking forgettable? I mean really? We made our way, playfully, back towards our room. Somehow forgetting to close the door behind us as our sweet kisses led to promises of more. It wasn't wide open by any means, in fact if no one was actually looking they would think it was closed but we both knew the fucker would notice, after all, he was looking.

One has me pinned to the wall just inside and my moans were not being faked. He had my hands pinned above me, my legs wrapped around him and he is currently leaving light bite marks on my neck. Did I say our levels were back to normal? I mean really? No, that was this morning, now? Now, we have spent two shifts in a row on guard duty after a full week of both school and hero training with dad.

He purred next to my ear making chills run through me as I begged for more, gasping when he would bite a little harder. He finally released my wrists and I quickly tangled my fingers in his blond hair while he unzipped my pants, forcing me to put my legs down.

I heard a belt drop to the ground and it shocked me because I knew for a fact that I wasn't wearing a belt and Deku usually doesn't either. Both of us snapped our heads up to see the intruder standing in front of our closed door. And his pants were on the fucking ground.

"Oh fuck no!" I almost exploded before we both reached out and dosed the perverted fucker and he dropped like a rag doll. I punched the wall I had been leaning against only a few moments ago, red was all I could see.

"Text the whole fucking team. They want to see what real torture looks like? Let's fucking show." I looked over at One andI could see the same rage in his eyes. We are no one's play things, not anymore. Time to show them what nightmares are made of.

***

We were at the base and everyone was silent, even Three, who was shaking with fear at the moment. One and I worked in silence or tools out the pervert on the table erasure cuffs secured.

"Not a word from any of you. This is nothing but a video for you, don't touch, don't interrupt, and for fucks sake stay as far away from us humanly possible," I hissed the directions andI saw several looking towards Three who was still shaking like a leaf. Phones were already on silent and it was time for the nightmares to begin.

***

A single cup of ice water was poured on his bald head and he woke up screaming which was ignored by us. I took up a hot iron that had still been in an old wood stove. X. I pressed it against his still clothes chest and watched as the dry part of the shirt melted, shrinking as it did, adhering to his skin. The wet part of the shirt steamed up for a moment before quickly catching up, leaving a large hike on his shirt with what now looked like black plastic poured onto his skin.

His screams pierced our ears but One and I ignored it. It's not like we haven't heard it all before. The; I'm sorry's, I'll never do it again, I didn't mean to. But in the long scheme of things this was far overdue. Like it or not but he is going to die here today.

Several times I saw one of our team cover their mouths to keep from crying out, more than once I watched as Sandman would use his belt to pull someone away, someone who didn't even realize that they had stepped forward. And it wasn't until the villain finally passed out from pain or shock or even both that One and I finally stepped away. We didn't ask any questions but he answered a bunch of things. So once we cleaned up the area and our equipment we walked to the chemical shower and clothes and all stood under the freezing waters trying to wash the blood off of us.

No one said a word, not through the whole process, we grabbed our clothes and walked into another room and changed before coming out with what we have deemed the death book. There was nothing special about it, a simple black cover, it was thick and had an actual binding instead of a spiral wire, it didn't even have tear away pages. It was not that kind of note book after all, it kept everything and except for what was written inside of it no one would ever know how much we despised it.

I crashed on the chair in front of the table, still ignoring everyone, while Deku made himself comfortable. Not in my lap but next to me while I waited for the waste of space to wake up again. I motioned towards Three and when he jumped and ran over I told him to leave. "Don't look back, don't ask about what we are going to do to him. Just know that he won't be back. Do you understand?" My voice broke as if I were the one screaming for the last several hours but I didn't bother to clear my throat or even try to to threaten him, no at this point I am just trying to keep myself going and right now that means holding Deku while we tried to keep our quirks coursing through each other.

I watched as Deku's handwriting filled in line after line of information as to who we were going to kill. This isn't a normal interrogation, no that would have been easy and we certainly wouldn't need to keep notes on it. No this notebook was for the ones that never had a prayer of leaving here, the ones that even if we left their hearts beating would never understand that two plus two equals four. This notebook was for the ones like Zay…

It didn't take long for the information to be filled in and I saw Four and Five run over handing us each a hot chocolate making us jump at the small gesture of humanity. I actually had to shake the fogginess from my head in order to even take the cup. Sadly it took several more moments for me to figure out why they had given it to us.

I finally drank the heavenly mixture and I could feel some sense of myself again. Someone had pushed a bowl of cut up fruit in between us while all we were doing was basically charging and waiting for the villain to wake up. No one asked questions, no one said anything, I saw a few check their phones but the base stayed silent.

I felt my phone go off and saw a message from Three asking if we knew when we would be back, Spinner was asking.

Two: Unknown.

I put my phone away and didn't light up or vibrate again. The villain started to stir and One and I stood up again. Our tools were already ready and just before his eyes could open One poured a cup of ice water on him. The process started again. He screamed out so many names, accusing them of setting him up but didn't stop me from dripping a small amount of my quirk onto his skin, careful not to force him to absorb any more than what he would naturally. I wrote on his skin spelling out his crimes; rapist, pedophile, murderer, theif, lair really it was anything at all that came to mind and I calmly left the man with Deku who had a box of matches. As I cleaned my hands, drying them carefully while the snaps, pops and miniature explosions went off from the table as Deku lit a match and set off my quirk slowly.

I could feel my fingers starting to tremble from overwork, but I just tried to shake it off. After all, neither of us are going to be able to function again for a week, not after this. I picked up the solar battery and as One set off the last of my sweat and the man's screams filled the room, I let sparks fly from the little battery. One now carefully stores the matches away again. We worked in silence listening to his screams for mercy, but he still didn't break.

I hooked the clamp to a toe before looking up and saw that understanding finally dawned on him. This is his end, death would only be a release for what we had in store for him, his begging stopped but his screams didn't. The whimpers as his tear stained face was finally allowed to draw in the air. I slowly attached the second clamp to a toe, waited, released it before clamping it somewhere else; a toe, a chunk of his leg, a finger, until finally I hooked it onto his dick. Not like he is going to use it again anyway.

His voice gave out sometime after we had removed his fingernails, his body was covered in blood from all the different cuts and tears we have left on him and he was silently begging for death but that wasn't an option. Not for him. I looked at One who nodded before taking off his glove and pressing it into a particularly large gash on his chest he set his quirk off; healing the poor bastard before he passed out again.

Again we cleaned up. We are nowhere close to done and I was only just starting to see Zay again. Memories I never wanted to witnessed played through my mind as we again sat down in the chair and waited for the fucker to wake up.