The underground facility, now reduced to rubble, was eerily silent, stripped of all life and activity. The once towering structure above and the hidden chambers below had been obliterated, leaving only ruins and destruction.
The air reeked of blood, burnt flesh, and fear—a heavy, suffocating reminder of the horrors that had unfolded.
Izuku stood amidst the ruins, his glowing eyes cutting through the dark like a predator's gaze. The moonlight filtered through the dust, casting eerie shadows across the broken ground.
Around him, chunks of concrete, twisted steel beams, and shattered glass told the story of violence and judgment.
The bodies of the board members lay lifeless scattered among the debris. Blood oozed from their lifeless forms, pooling around their twisted limbs.
Some had their faces beaten to pulp beyond recognition, while others had gaping wounds across their bodies along with their limbs twisted unnaturally that exposed bone and flesh. Their deaths purposefully had been this brutal, a reflection of the suffering they had inflicted on others.
Izuku didn't hesitate. He summoned several of his clones, each bearing the same cold determination, as they began their work.
From the rubble, they unearthed massive pillars of concrete and steel, remnants of the building's collapsed structure.
Bloodstains smeared the surfaces of the beams, from the bodies of all those people Izuku had slashed while infiltrating the facility.
The beams were heavy, cracked, and jagged, but they were perfect for what Izuku had planned.
The clones carried the pillars to a central clearing amidst the wreckage. They dragged them across the bloodied ground, leaving streaks of crimson behind as they made their way towards the pillars.
With enhanced strength, Izuku and his clones shaped the pillars with precise, almost mechanical movements.
He broke off uneven edges, snapped through twisted steel, and welded the reinforcements into place.
The grinding of metal and the cracking of stone echoed across the ruins as the clones helped prepare eleven colossal crosses. Blood from the wreckage coated their hands and clothes as they worked tirelessly.
The crosses, jagged and imposing, were built to stand tall—a brutal and memorable monument of justice.
When the crosses were complete, Izuku and his clones dug deep into the blood-soaked ground, anchoring each one firmly in place. They stood in a perfect line, towering over the rubble.
In the center of the line, Izuku prepared a special cross. This one was larger and more brutal than the others, with sharp, jagged edges jutting out like claws. It was specially reserved for David—the mastermind behind the atrocities.
David wasn't dead yet, just paralyzed. Izuku had left him alive purposefully, so that he sees his complete downfall with his own two eyes, when the public boycotts him and the last bit of his respect and image tarnishes.
David had committed atrocities which can be considered worse than monstrous, especially the things he did to small innocent kids, and Izuku was determined to break him completely physically and mentally before killing him as an act of justice for all those poor souls who lost their lives to these inhumane experiments.
After Izuku was done with killing the board members, he had come back to David and beat him to pulp. His face was swollen and bloodied, his mouth filled with broken teeth.
His eyes darted around in terror as Izuku approached, dragging him by what was left of his leg. Blood smeared across the ground as David let out muffled screams, his vocal cords too damaged to cry out properly.
The clones lifted David's limp body and hauled him onto the central cross. Izuku stood before him, his glowing eyes burning into David's soul. Without a word, he began to secure David to the cross.
Steel wires were wrapped tightly around David's wrists, biting into his flesh and drawing fresh blood. His arms were stretched out wide, the wires cutting so deeply that his bones were visible in some places.
Nails were driven through his hands and feet, pinning him to the cross with sickening cracks. Blood poured from the wounds, dripping down the jagged surface of the cross.
David's head moved forward, his eyes barely able to stay open. Izuku grabbed his hair and forced him to look up. "You'll hang here as a warning," Izuku said, his voice low and cold. "You'll watch over the graves of your sins."
The bodies of the other board members were next. The clones lifted their mutilated corpses, each one still dripping with blood, and dragged them to the remaining crosses.
Some had their limbs twisted at unnatural angles, while others had chunks of flesh missing from their bodies. One had their chest caved in, exposing shattered ribs and a pulsing mess of organs.
Using steel wires and nails scavenged from the debris, the clones crucified the bodies to the crosses. Blood dripped down, pooling beneath the towering structures and mixing with the dirt and ash.
When the last body was crucified, Izuku stepped back to survey the scene. Blood soaked the rubble, painting the ground a deep, dark red.
With black paint scavenged from the ruins, Izuku and his clones scrawled words on the jagged remnants of walls. The paint mixed with blood, giving the messages an even more sinister appearance:
"THIS IS JUSTICE FOR THE INNOCENT."
"SUFFER AS THEY SUFFERED."
The messages loomed over the scene, a final declaration of vengeance.
Before leaving, Izuku placed a salvaged security camera on a stable piece of debris, ensuring it captured the line of crosses. He activated it, setting it to broadcast to the dark web.
"This is your fate," Izuku said softly, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence. "For every innocent life you've destroyed, this is the price you pay."
Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving his clones to clean up the remaining debris. As the first light of dawn broke over the ruins, the blood-drenched crosses cast long shadows across the desolate site.
Izuku didn't look back. The message had been delivered. Those who thrived on corruption and cruelty would learn to fear the consequences.
(A/N:- If I have mentioned anywhere before that the sound from all the explosion would have alerted the people around, then it was my mistake, the restricted area was built in such a place where there weren't any residential buildings in 2 km radius, so no one would find out what happened until morning.)
The morning sun bathed I-Island in soft light, illuminating its bustling streets as the day began. Families gathered around breakfast tables, workers rushed to their jobs, and children prepared for school.
But the peaceful morning was shattered by a chilling video broadcasted across all screens, from personal devices to public displays.
The footage opened with static, then cut to an image that made hearts stop and stomachs churn. The ruins of a massive facility came into view—jagged concrete and twisted steel littered with blood. Eleven towering crosses stood in the center, each bearing a gruesome sight.
Mutilated bodies hung from the crosses, blood still dripping from their wounds. The central cross was the most horrifying, larger and more jagged than the others.
On it hung David Shield, his swollen, bloodied face barely recognizable. The words scrawled in black paint on the crumbling walls added a grim weight to the scene:
"THIS IS JUSTICE FOR THE INNOCENT."
"SUFFER AS THEY SUFFERED."
Gasps and screams filled living rooms, cafés, and public spaces as the video played. Parents shielded their children's eyes, some too late to prevent the horrifying image from burning into their memories.
People on trains and buses froze as they watched the footage on their phones. Faces turned pale, and tears welled up in the eyes of some viewers as they processed the horror.
"What... what is this?" a man muttered, his hand trembling as he held his phone.
"This can't be real. It's too much," a woman whispered, tears streaming down her face.
Social media platforms erupted with reactions, ranging from shock and horror to outright panic.
-"Who would do this? This is insane!"
-"Those poor people..."
-"Wait, aren't those the board members of I-Island?"
-"Good. They deserved it."
As the broadcast continued, the screen shifted. A figure stepped into view, his face covered in black orca mask, his body covered by stealth suit, but his glowing red eyes cut through the darkness like a predator's gaze. It was Izuku.
His voice was calm but carried a chilling weight. "You're all wondering who did this. You're all wondering why this happened. Allow me to explain."
The camera angle changed, showing the underground facility before its destruction. Rows of cages came into view, each containing people—men, women, and children. Their faces were gaunt, their bodies bruised and malnourished. Some lay lifeless, while others sobbed quietly, too weak to scream.
"This is what they did," Izuku's voice continued, cold and steady. "David Shield and his associates. These were their victims—innocent people, many of them children. They were abducted, tortured, and experimented on like lab rats. For profit. For power. For rich."
The camera panned to tables covered in blood-soaked surgical tools, syringes, and vials filled with strange substances. Then it focused on a large monitor displaying data on quirk factor experiments.
"They injected quirk factors into quirkless people," Izuku explained. "They wanted to artificially awaken quirk users. Sadly most of them died, and the most sad part in aalmost all the kids injected couldn't make it out alive, and those that did are in a terribly broken state.
Those who didn't were sold as experiments to the highest bidder. This is the price of their greed and cruelty."
Gasps echoed across I-Island as viewers watched the horrifying footage. Tears streamed down the faces of survivors who recognized the facility and the pain it had caused.
The camera returned to Izuku. His glowing eyes seemed to pierce through the screen. "These people didn't do anything wrong to have such a fate, and the people who did it were not innocent even one bit. They were monsters. And monsters deserve justice."
The footage cut back to the crosses, lingering on David Shield's brutalized form. "David Shield is still alive," Izuku said. "He can confirm every word I've said. If you doubt me, go ask him yourself. But be warned—this is the justice that awaits anyone who dares to harm the innocent."
Izuku's tone grew sharper. "As for Melissa Shield—she knew nothing of her father's crimes. If anyone tries to punish her for what he did, they'll find themselves hanging from a cross, just like these monsters."
The screen went black for a moment, then one final message appeared: "Justice has been served. Let this be a warning."
The broadcast ended, but the impact remained. The streets of I-Island buzzed with conversations filled with fear, anger, and uncertainty.
In the shadows of the city, criminals and corrupt officials sat in fear, their minds racing. Many had ties to David Shield and his network.
"If they found him... they can find us as well," one mob boss said, his voice shaking. "We're next."
But among the citizens, a different sentiment was spreading. Many whispered that this avenger was a hero, someone who had done what no one else could.
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