#predatorprey

The door was suddenly thrown open and you held your breath with you still facing the wall.

Whoever it was marched across the room. Their feet pounded against the floor, getting closer to you. They were right next to you. Your mouth was dry. You didn’t breathe, you didn't move a muscle. 

You heard a muffled shuffling. The sound of someone trying to open a locked door. They let out an angry growl. His voice sounded familiar, like someone you'd met there before, but you couldn’t figure out who. 

He paced around the room, and you realized he was looking for a key. You wondered where it was and in that moment you realized it was gripped tightly on your hands. Would he look under the table for it? Did you need to throw it out when he wasn’t looking?

You turned your head to look behind you. Bakugou. He was facing away from you, briefly noticing the absence of one of the curtains, but clearly not paying much attention to it and with his back turned to you. You, fumbling with it, hectically tossed the key onto the floor by the door. You saw him turn back and flipped to face the wall yourself. As if not seeing him would cause him to not see you.

His steps sounded angry. Then paused for a moment. A few seconds later there was the click of a door unlocking and he threw open the door.

"Damn Deku! What did you do!?"

There was a SLAM and you were alone once more, just barely able to hear their conversation on the other side of the wall.

You glanced at the door on the other side of the room. Now would be a good time to run. Should you? But if you ran you might end up running into someone else. You were comfortable there, and no one had seen you. But would you be able to get back to sleep now?

"Quit your babbling! I heard screaming! What the fuck were you doing to them!?" You heard Bakugou from the other room.

You bit your lip, and decided to make a run for it.

Several rooms in, and no good hiding places. Plus, you wanted to make sure you had gone as far as you could from anyone else. Or maybe you could just wander around and find this supposed exit now. Or maybe after some well deserved rest.

You kept telling yourself, one more room. One more room. Until…

You opened another door. You froze, some part of you had recognized them before your brain even did. Two slim men. Blue hair, black hair. Red eyes, blue eyes.  Thin scars on face, dark scars wrapping all over his body. It was too late to hide.

“Speak of the devil,” Dabi smirked, but his eyes told a mixture of anger and annoyance. “We were just talking about you,” the volume of his voice increased as he began his rush at you.

You turned on your heels and started through another door and down the hall. You slammed a door shut behind you and you heard it collide into him as he yelped in pain. You had felt the air movement from when he just barely missed you, prompting you to run even faster. You went in whatever direction you first thought of, making your choices random and chaotic. 

You tried to think of escape routes. Running until you lost him? Finding a good hiding spot and hoping he’d give up?

Maybe you could find something heavy, put it on top of some shelf near the door and drop it on his head when he came through. You shook your head. Why were you plotting murders now? You weren’t a monster, you weren’t doing that, no matter how much he deserved it.

Even if you could hide and spring a surprise attack, you doubted you had the ability to overpower him or win in a fight.

You just kept running, and running. Going as far, as fast, and in as many directions as you could to shake him off. Was it even just Dabi? Or was Shigaraki also chasing you? In one room you happened to dash past a blur of yellow. It was too late to change direction so you just rushed through. You were going too fast for Kaminari to react quickly enough and you lost him. And you didn’t stop. Frantically running, praying you wouldn’t get caught and have to experience the same terrible thing all over again.

You threw another door open and there was Shigaraki, right there. You slowed to a halt. Did you run in a circle? Or was this simply phenomenal bad luck? He was in the middle of the narrow room and you wouldn't be able to run around him, at least if he was trying to catch you. He just stood there and stared at you. You waited.

"Are you going to chase me too?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't going to, but I'm bored, so, why not."

You jumped back as he lunged at you. He caught your wrist. You pulled, but his grip was too strong. And you froze when you saw the fifth finger hovering over your skin.

"One tiny mistake, and you won't exist anymore."

You stopped pulling. As soon as he held onto you, you were at his mercy.

"It's been a while since I played a game. How about we play one?"

You stayed silent.

"You run from me. I'll give you a five second head start. And if I catch you, I'll get to do whatever I want with you."

"And if I get away?"

"Then I won't catch you."

This sounded like everything that had happened to you so far, just with the 'rules' stated first and extra five seconds you didn’t have to earn.

"That's not fair. There's no time limit," you said, summoning your bravest face. "All games like this have a time limit, otherwise it isn't fun for either side."

He tapped the fourth finger against you. You did your best to let a single drop of weakness leak into your expression.

"Fine. If I can’t catch you by the time I count to 200, then you win."

You nodded. That was better, but…

"Ten second head start."

You knew you were pushing it. He could easily turn you to dust. However, you doubted you could get far with five. And from what you'd seen, no one was willing to kill any form of entertainment. And that seemed to be the same with him.

"Hmmm."

His finger hung close. You took as deep of a breath as you could without making it obvious.

"Fine deal." He let go and shoved you with the base of his palm. You could practically hear the smile in his voice when he said, "Run."

So you did. You scrambled out and away, before he could go back on his word.

"3, 4, 5,"

A right. Straight. 

"Here I come!"

Left. Left. Afraid you were beginning to go in a circle. Right. Straight. Your palms hit so many doors to force them open faster. Every half second stall from open doors made your heart race. You could hardly hear if he was behind you through the rushing blood in your own ears. You needed to hide. Or at least outrun him until 200 seconds was over. Had you been remembering to close the doors? Were you accidentally creating a trail for him? How long had it been? You had no idea.

You dashed into another room. You were tired and couldn't run for much longer. You stopped while your head moved rapidly, retrying to look everywhere for a place to hide. This proved to be a bad idea because the moment you stopped moving was when the exhaustion began to set in and it was even harder to move your legs. You hit yourself for wasting that precious split second. There were two doors. You had an idea. You just prayed it would work and you had enough time.

You opened one door and went through the other one and closed it. It looked like a storage room that wasn't being used. It might have been a walk-in closet or pantry. But it looked like it hadn't been used in years. 

 You leaned against the wall and stared through the crack of the door. You held your breath when you saw Shigaraki run in. You heard his footsteps move across the room until they met the door decoy.

Then it was quiet. A little quieter than you would have liked, because that meant he didn’t fall for it. He noticed something was up and-

You saw him right through the crack, staring right at you. He turned the knob. In that moment you had the split second decision on if he had actually seen you and you should try to keep the door closed or if he hadn't and hide. Your brain was so overloaded and stressed you had completely forgotten that he could just disintegrate the door if he wanted.

You decided on hiding behind the door. Unfortunately, you forgot how narrow the 'closet', or whatever this room was, was. The door hit you halfway open. You tensed in on yourself when he pushed it even harder, trying to get it open. The pressure suddenly stopped and you were left with gray dust on your shoes and red eyes glaring daggers into you.

You bolted, but he caught you and threw you to the floor. When you tried to get up, his hand flew onto your throat. You felt him squeezing it, blocking your air. When you laid back, he stopped choking you, though his hand was still securely on your neck. You weren’t dust yet, so that was good. You didn’t realize he was right on top of you until after you were able to breathe 

again.

He smirked. The scars on his chapped lips stretched. "I win. I get to do what I want now. Get up!"

He dug his hand into your hair and jerked a fistful up as he stood, pulling you along with him. Your scalp ached and your knees tingled from being so roughly dropped onto the floor. You winced from the pain while looking up at him, then the blood drained from your face when you realized what position you were in and how close you were to his crotch.

You tried to back away, but he just yanked you back towards him and fiddled with his pants zipper in the other hand. He pulled down his underwear with one tug and it sprung out. Pre leaking from the tip. You screwed your eyes shut and turned your head away.

He twisted your hair and you felt something warm and wet tap your cheek.

"Open up."

You clenched it shut.

"Now."

What would happen if you kept refusing? Disintegrate you? Your lips parted ever so slightly, but your teeth remained shut. The danger didn’t feel imminent enough for you to stoop low enough to 'willingly' suck his disgusting dick.

He roughly placed his free hand on your face. You trembled in fear that he would set down the final finger and erase you from existence. He pinch your cheeks, one finger on each and between your teeth, hard. The pressure forced your mouth open. He jammed his cock into your mouth without warning.

"If you bite me, I'll fucking disintegrate your hair."

You choked around him. The vibration made him buck his hips. You sputtered and tried to breathe, during the small breaks when he pulled himself out of your throat just to thrust right back in. You didn’t even realize you had begun to suck until you started to gain enough oxygen.

"Fuck, that feels good," he groaned.

You wanted to just step back and run, even as your tongue slid underneath him. But his grip on your hair was still tight. You glared daggers up at him. He just pushed down into you a little too hard and your throat spasmed while trying to fit him.

He pulled out with a pop. You could breathe again. But by then, you knew that wouldn't be the end of it.

He pushed you down onto your back. With his hand off of your head, you  scrambled and clawed at the ground and tried to escape. There was another door on the other side of the room. If only you could reach... He grabbed you by your legs and slid you back towards him, with him nestled between your legs. He slowly took off any layers you had in his way. Preferring the look on your face when the slow pace had you simmering in dread.

Once he had finished, he ran his tip up and down your slit. With your spit aiding, he painstakingly pushed himself into your hole. Then one jerk, and he was fully inside of you. You screamed, feeling yourself impaled on his full length. Every ridge caught on your insides and dragged. You grit your teeth together. You gripped onto his hands that were now at your hips, careful not to touch his fingers, and dug your nails into him. He didn’t pay you any mind, groaning and panting and rutting into you like a dog.

He also didn’t hear the clomping footsteps coming up fast.

“Have you-? Oh, geez!” 

Shigaraki jumped and turned around with wide eyes to Dabi.

You took advantage of the distraction. You pulled his hands off of you, not hard now since they loosened, stepped back and pulled your pants up as quickly as you could, and put a knee on top of his back, forcing him to the ground.

Most importantly, you had your hands on top of his, that were almost touching the floor.

He couldn’t lift them up because of you, and they were spread out as far as they could go to not disintegrate the floor he was depending upon. Dabi began to rush for you until you yelled.

"STOP! Stop! Stop!” You screamed. “Or I'll disintegrate the floor and we all die!!"

Dabi stepped back, just outside of the room.

“How do you know we’ll die? How do you know we’re not on the second floor?”

“How do you know it’s not the first floor? These rooms change where they are, so how can you know? You have no idea if you’ll fall into the floor or an endless void! Even if there was another level beneath us, what’s stopping Shigaraki’s hand from obliterating that one too!?”

“Get off, of me,” Shigaraki croaked.

“Shut up!” You screeched.

Dabi stared, but he didn’t move.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know if there’s a way out of this hell!”

“It’s impossible,” Dabi said.

“No! There has to be some way. Anyway.”

“I don’t have to answer you, you know. I can just leave.”

“Then I’ll just ask Shigaraki! I don’t want you to stick around anyway, dipshit!” you retorted.

“I’m not telling you anything until you get off of me!” Shigaraki yelled.

“How can I trust you not to attack me and stick your dick in me again the second I do?”

"I don't know, how will you know?" 

You tensed up as you realized you had just backed yourself into a corner. They couldn’t move, and you couldn’t move. The only way to ensure that you wouldn’t get raped again was to disintegrate the floor and die, but you didn’t want to resort to dying if you could help it.

“I promise to get off of you if you tell me what I want to know.” You just needed to buy time.

“How do I know you’ll get off if I do?” 

“Because I can’t just stay like this forever, nor do I want to.”

“Good enough.” He shrugged. “There is an exit, but the way they keep changing because of the rooms switching where they are every twelve hours.”

“How do you know it’s every twelve hours?” You glanced back at Dabi to make sure he wasn’t trying to catch you off guard.

“There’s some clocks. Not a lot, but I figured it out eventually. And even when we do find the exit, there’s this annoying U.A. student guarding it.”

“Who?” You remembered it felt like Midoriya was missing one of the missing students when he was mentioning everyone, but you couldn’t remember who.

“I don’t know his name. But when we tried to get past him and I tried to use my quirk on him, he somehow put me to sleep. Some fucking hypnosis or whatever. And I didn’t wake up until Dabi pulled me out of the room.”

“Is there a way to find it?” You asked, hope still shimmering in you, waiting to be crushed.

“No. I told you, the rooms keep changing! You just have to fuck around enough until you finaly find it.”

Your eyebrows scrunched. “You mean, literally…”

“No! Not literally fuck around!”

“Okay, I can just never tell with this mansion and its stupid rules!” you whined.

“I told you everything you want. Can you get up now?” Shigaraki asked.

Here it was, the moment of truth. You nodded and slowly stood to your feet. Your eyes darted between both of them, watching for any strange motions. You fully stood up. Shigaraki was beginning to get up too.

Now time to put this plan into action.

You stomped on Shigaraki’s hand and ran to the door on the other side. The floor turned gray, as your hand gripped the knob. Your feet fell out beneath you and you suddenly fell. Your heart dropped. You twisted the knob enough that the door had opened. Your arms and elbows landed on the floor of the next room. You dangled. You made the terrible mistake of looking down and saw nothing but black, and your legs dangling just above it. You looked behind you and saw Shigaraki dangling with Dabi helping to pull him up. Both of them were bickering.