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As the night dragged on, Marcus moved through the lab with quiet determination. Every so often, when he passed by one of the cages, he made brief eye contact with some of the captives.
His face remained neutral, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—something that wasn't there before. Hope.
He made sure to be discreet, choosing moments when the other staff were too preoccupied to notice. He passed by the cage of the girl, Subject 47, her frail body trembling from the experiments.
As she coughed and whimpered in pain, Marcus gave her a quick, almost imperceptible nod. Her eyes met his, and for a split second, she understood. He was telling her to hold on.
She blinked, trying to suppress a sob, and gave the smallest nod in return. The kids around her noticed too, their tired eyes brightening just a little.
They didn't say anything, but Marcus could see it—the tiny spark of hope that was now alive in them.
During his rounds, Marcus passed by a group of older kids, huddled together in one of the corner cages. They had seen the worst of the experiments, and their spirits were nearly crushed.
But as Marcus adjusted the dials on their machine, he leaned just slightly closer to the bars and whispered so softly only they could hear, "Help is coming. Don't say anything. Just hang in there."
One of the older girls, who had been comforting the younger children, looked at him with wide eyes. Her lips trembled as she struggled to keep her face blank, but she gave a quick, firm nod.
The other kids, though weak and scared, seemed to sense what was happening, and for the first time in a long while, there was a glimmer of something other than despair in their expressions.
Marcus moved on quickly, careful not to stay too long by any one cage. He couldn't afford to draw attention to himself.
The mystery man was always watching, always waiting for the smallest sign of disobedience. But Marcus kept his movements steady and controlled, doing his job like any other night.
At every chance, he made sure to communicate with the captives in small, silent ways. A reassuring glance here, a quick whisper there.
And every time, the kids responded—small nods, tiny gestures of understanding. They knew something was coming. They just had to survive a little longer.
As the night wore on, the air in the lab felt different. The sounds of suffering still echoed through the sterile halls, but underneath it, there was something else. A quiet, growing sense of hope.
While this was happening, Izuku was pleased to find info about the I-Island's hostage info, and he also heaved a sigh of relief knowing at least there was someone with consciousness there.
(Flashback No Jutsu)
Izuku sat at his desk in his hidden underground base, surrounded by several monitors and stacks of papers detailing missing people, strange occurrences, and unsolved mysteries.
Ever since he brought down the Kyoto facility, for days, he had been investigating I-Island's records to find all those that suddenly disappeared from I-Island.
However it seemed like the entire public records, the missing person reports, and reports of bodies found that looked like they were experimented on were completely wiped from the internet as if it had never existed, as if there has been nothing wrong happening in I-Island.
He scoured every corner of the internet, breaking through firewalls and encrypted servers, hoping to find a single clue that could lead him to the truth.
He needed some clue, since I-Island was an unknown territory filled with support items, and finding them would only get delayed, while in the meantime the enemy could relocate them, and he didn't want that to happen.
That's why he wanted any clue possible, afterall it would not just risk those victims' lives but also Izuku didn't want to take his girls in enemy's territory without full information about it, which would risk their lives as well.
The soft hum of the computers was the only sound in the room as Izuku's eyes darted from screen to screen, scanning lines of code and cryptic messages. His heart raced. The situation was far worse than he'd initially thought.
The longer the events of I-Island stayed hidden, the more likely it was that people were being harmed. He couldn't let that happen.
He barely slept, spending most nights hunched over his workstation, digging deeper into hidden parts of the web. But nothing concrete had come up yet—just rumors and dead ends, up until tonight.
His eyes widened when a message appeared on a hidden communication channel, one that only few people knew existed.
It was short and desperate, with barely any information. But what caught his attention was the phrase "the people won't survive much longer."
Izuku's heart skipped a beat. He quickly checked the location of the message, it was from I-Island, Izuku immediately deleted it from the network entirely. He couldn't risk anyone else seeing it, not until he confirmed the details.
His fingers flew across the keyboard as he set up a secure line. Izuku couldn't just send a direct response without being traced. Whoever sent the message was in immediate danger, and he needed to keep them safe.
He sent a reply through an encrypted server that couldn't be tracked, typing quickly:
"I'll be there soon. I'm Thanatos. I'll contact you through a secure line."
Then, he followed up with a second message, including a phone number:
"Save this as someone you talk to every day. I'll communicate with you soon. Stay calm, and keep yourself safe."
Izuku leaned back in his chair, staring at the screen. This was the breakthrough he needed. Someone inside the facility was reaching out for help.
Now, he just needed to guide them, to get more information. The next few days were going to be critical.
(Flashback No Jutsu Ends)
For the next few days, Izuku and Marcus exchanged messages regularly, each more detailed than the last. Izuku learned the horrifying truth about the facility from Marcus, piece by piece.
Marcus explained that the facility was deep underground, hidden so well that even he didn't know the exact location or where on I-Island it is. It was massive, with hallways that seemed to stretch endlessly, filled with locked doors and cages where the captives were kept.
Each section of the facility was dedicated to different types of experiments, and Marcus suspected there were hundreds if not thousands of kids, adults alike trapped there—forced into experiments that destroyed their bodies.
"They're breaking them," Marcus had written in one message. "Most of them don't survive. They push their bodies to the limit. If they can't handle it, they die, and the ones that live… they're not the same.
They're like… something else. They make them into something else. He's preparing an army."
Izuku clenched his fists as he read those words. The thought of innocent civilians being treated like lab rats filled him with a burning rage. He had to stop this. But for now, he stayed calm and kept guiding Marcus.
Marcus described the man who controlled the facility—the "mystery man" as he called him. No one knew his real name, and his face was always hidden behind a mask. He never showed emotion, but his presence was terrifying.
Everyone feared him. Anyone who dared question his authority was immediately silenced, either killed or turned into one of the experiments themselves.
"He's always watching," Marcus wrote in one of the messages. "Even when you think he's not there, he is.
I've seen scientists disappear for even looking at him the wrong way. There's no way out. No one escapes this place. If you try, you end up in one of the cages."
Izuku could feel the desperation in Marcus's words. The facility was like an unbreakable prison just like Alcatraz.
However everyone knows, even Alcatraz was breached, someone just needs to find a way to do so. Something that was a piece of cake for Izuku.
Marcus explained how their every move was monitored. The staff was just as trapped as the captives. The mystery man had complete control over everything, and his grip was ironclad.
As Marcus continued sending information, Izuku began piecing together the layout of the facility.
It was divided into several sections: a central lab where the most dangerous experiments took place, holding cells for the captives, and a medical wing where the victims were kept alive just long enough to endure more tests.
"They keep the people in cages," Marcus had said. "Like animals. Some of them are just waiting to die. Others… I don't even recognize them anymore. The experiments change them. It's like they're not human anymore."
Each time Marcus described more details, Izuku's anger grew. But he knew he had to keep his composure. He couldn't act recklessly, not yet.
He needed more information, and he needed to make sure Marcus stayed safe until he could launch a full-scale rescue operation.
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