Too Late

Chapter 7: The Vessel of Experimentation

Midoriya's consciousness drifted in and out of focus, suspended in a state between wakefulness and slumber. Inside the experimental tube, he found himself submerged in a strange, translucent purple liquid that distorted his perception of the world around him. The oxygen mask strapped to his face provided the necessary breath of life, its cold touch a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

His naked body, exposed and defenseless, bore the scars of countless experiments. Cables snaked out from his back, connecting him to a myriad of intricate machinery. Each cable served as a conduit, channeling his very essence into the clutches of Doctor's twisted machinations.

Doctor, with his menacing presence, stood nearby, his eyes fixated on the young hero. He observed with a cold detachment, his gaze a mixture of scientific curiosity and sadistic satisfaction. The room hummed with the energy of experimentation, a macabre symphony of pain and manipulation.

Within the confines of the tube, Midoriya felt the touch of countless devices, each probing, testing, and altering his body. Pain pulsed through his veins, his muscles twitching involuntarily as Doctor pushed the boundaries of his endurance. The young hero's anguished cries were muffled by the liquid surrounding him, lost to the depths of his submerged prison.

Doctor's cruel experiments sought to unlock the secrets of One For All, to unravel the intricate web of power that resided within Midoriya's being. With meticulous precision, he probed and dissected, subjecting the young hero to the relentless onslaught of his scientific pursuits.

Midoriya's body, once a vessel of strength and determination, now became an object of manipulation, a canvas for Doctor's sadistic artistry. His flesh burned under the weight of the experiments, his very essence unraveling thread by thread. But amidst the agony, a spark of defiance remained, a flicker of his indomitable spirit that refused to be extinguished.

Though half awake and half asleep, Midoriya clung to the fragments of his consciousness, summoning every ounce of willpower to resist the all-encompassing darkness. Memories of his friends, their unwavering support, and the bonds they had forged became his anchor, grounding him in the face of his torment.

In the depths of his vulnerability, a silent determination grew within Midoriya's heart. He refused to be reduced to a mere puppet, a pawn in the League's grand scheme. His spirit burned with an unyielding resolve, a testament to the hero he was and the hero he aspired to become.

As Doctor continued his sadistic experiments, Midoriya's consciousness teetered on the precipice of surrender. Yet, the flicker of resistance remained, a beacon of hope within the suffocating darkness. He would endure, he would survive, and when the time came, he would rise from the ashes, a phoenix reborn.

Inside the experimental tube, Midoriya's battered body and battered spirit fought for survival. The storm within him grew, a tempest of determination and defiance. The League's attempts to break him would only serve to strengthen his resolve. The hero within Midoriya would not be extinguished, for even in the face of unimaginable torment, his spirit burned brighter than ever.