MHA : Shoto Todoroki - Modern-day Terrorist

WARNING : This is an extremely vile, violent, brutal, graphic chapter. Everything depicted here is not straight out of my imagination but rather actual torture methods employed by various people at various times during history.

That's probably the sickest thing I've ever written and will ever write… and I'm still not sure I want that thing associated with my digital footprint. You'll serve as my guinea pigs : if it's too much, I'll tone it down before publishing it on public platforms.

I have marked the safe parts to read with a '–' at the beginning and the end. Feel free to jump there if you don't feel like reading what's happening anymore.

Consider yourself warned.

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Fire flickered across All for One's skin.

He exhaled smoke as he called for the blasting inferno Enji had been able to summon his whole life.

Yet when he reached inside himself, he found fire and nothing else.

He frow-

Shoto bashed his skull in with the heel of his foot.

All for One's head hit the floor, rebounded, hit the floor again.

"You. dumb. fucker."

His nose broke, smashed to oblivion, and tears wet his eyes. Blood trickled down his face.

Shoto fisted his hair and shoved him up, one foot firmly planted on his lower back, forcing All for One to bend painfully.

"I'm going to break you and I'll enjoy every second of it"

–

He let go and All for One's head hit the ground.

The weight on his back disappeared, and All for One looked up.

The town square was deserted. Large screens – a smaller replica of Shibuya - were buzzing with life, overlooking him.

Something akin to a whitish dome encased them in a bubble, side streets abruptly interrupted by smoky walls.

Suddenly, the weight on All for One's back disappeared.

Hands on the ground, he pushed to stand up but hands wrapped around his left leg and pulled. He abruptly fell.

Shoto twisted and it snapped.

All for One howled in pain whereas Shoto grabbed his right leg.

"Have you ever heard of the bone-crushing method ?"

Rather than twist, Shoto snapped the leg in two like a twig.

A jolt of pain shook All for One.

"It consists of crushing every bone in a body before dumping it in a ditch. You look like a wet, squishy imitation of a human, something that flows between fingers. Rather tasteless, if you want my opinion, but very effective… Mexican mafias are fond of it. We use it from time to time, in my family, when we need to cover our tracks. When we want people to know what we did, though, we use fire"

Shoto let All for One go.

Legs limp, he was crawling, his nails digging into the ground as he painfully dragged himself forward.

Shoto's head cocked.

"I'll torture you"

All for One's fingers were bloody, nails splintered because he was grating them raw.

"Though because I'm not a total monster, I'll offer you options and you'll choose what you most fancy. Generous of me, isn't it ?"

Sweat dampened All for One's face.

Heaving, brows furrowed, he knew exactly what Shoto was doing: giving choices between bad and worst was a common torture tactic to make your victim feel as if they had a hand in their treatment - as if they deserved it.

All for One spit on Shoto's shoe, defiant.

Shoto merely wiped it on All for One's cheek, dead eyes boring into him.

"A tough one"

Then he crouched, a shadow looming ominously over All for One's face.

His eyes crinkled.

"I hoped you'd refuse just so I could break you down"

All for One blinked and Shoto wasn't there anymore.

Haggard, he looked around. He was all alone.

"Sw-"

There was a hand in his mouth. All for One choke on fingers that weren't his.

It took him a moment to realize that Shoto was pulling his tongue out.

"Not happening"

He cleanly cut it.

The chopped part cleanly sprang from his mouth as though a lasso snapping back to its owner after having hit its target.

All for One turned bloodless then violently red.

The rough edges of what was left of his teeth grazed his severed, fleshy tongue.

Hot, salty blood was filling his mouth, constricting his throat.

He screamed and thrashed and Shoto, one negligent hand holding him down as though he were a dog, observed the blood-dripping tongue with wonder, eyebrows raised.

"Never cut anyone's tongue. It's longer than I expected"

He dangled the meat in front of All for One's nose.

The sight – but especially the smell of himself, raw and bloody, made him sick.

He thought he saw it twitch.

Shoto saw fear, terror then anger flash through All for One's lone eye.

Thought it was the smell of weakness that darkened his gaze and jolted awake his vicious side.

"Eat it"

Blood was overflowing from All for One's mouth, rolling down his chin.

He reeled back, frowning, and the sudden gesture meant he swallowed a lot of blood.

He choked and Shoto's fingers were in his mouth, foreign yet covered in his blood, so numerous he couldn't tell which were his and which was the tongue, though he knew that had he had teeth, he would've bitten them to death.

Shoto pushed the flesh until it hit All for One's back throat.

He gagged. This was his own flesh. He was going to eat himself.

"If you throw up", said Shoto lazily, head cocked. "I'll cut your fingers and make you eat them all one by one"

All for One's throat constricted.

He did not chew, swallowed everything.

He threw up.

Shoto clicked his tongue while shaking his head disapprovingly.

"Look at what you've forced me to do"

All for One's hand were half regrown.

Shoto cut down the fingers, knife hitting the phalanx so it would hurt that much more.

He rolled the chopped fingers curiously in his hand as though they were marbles he intended to play with.

"Maybe raw flesh isn't the way to go with that kind of stuff"

Fire burst in Shoto's palm as he cooked them.

The smell was enough to make All for One gag.

It was himself that was burning, himself that he would eat.

"That's your fault", berated Shoto. "You should've eaten your tongue. Why didn't you eat your tongue ? If you don't eat these, I'll cut your dick and force-feed it to you"

He shoved two fingers in All for One's mouth.

"Swallow"

All for One's nostrils flared.

Burnt was worse because the fingers were that much more consistent, and the smell and taste lingered in his mouth long after the flesh had been swallowed.

As much as he could, All for One tried not to chew but rather swallow them quickly. It was difficult for most of his digits were long, fleshy things.

He tried to hold back the gagging that was coming from deep inside his chest, but sometimes he couldn't help it and spit out everything, though he kept his mouth closed shut so it wouldn't get out, and then he had to make the actual choice of swallowing everything, puke and blood and half-chewed fingers.

The first digit painfully rolled down his throat.

He was acutely aware of the way it went down inside him, felt it as it hit the bottom of his stomach, and settled there, his finger in his stomach.

"Good boy", Shoto praised. His eyes were steel, miles from the warm tone he was affecting. "Again"

So he did.

At some point, All for One couldn't bear anymore the assessing eyes, prying and dissecting each flex of his jaw, each regular exhalation as though it were observing a particularly rare animal.

All for One finished the fingers.

He opened his mouth, tongue lolling, waiting for another one to be shoved down his throat, yet none came.

Shoto mocked him.

"Eager, aren't we ?"

All for One's mouth closed shut. Humiliation was a burning poison in his veins.

"Look who's angry now. Though don't worry, we've only started – and I know you're gonna love this one"

Goosebumps broke across All for One's back and neck.

Again, Shoto disappeared, leaving All for One in a phantom city.

He wouldn't wait to see what this psychotic kid had in store for him.

All for One's legs had healed until the knees. His bloody fingers dug in the harsh ground.

Slowly, he dragged himself forward.

His goal was the closest edge of the dome, one side street away.

His thighs were coalescent fire, the growing parts slapped by the harsh wind, the pain so excruciating it momentarily blinded All for One, every other thought vanishing from his mind.

He crawled past the dead woman, crawled painfully slowly towards freedom.

He was scared the boy would come back, scared of what he'd do once he'd realized what All for One was attempting.

That's when he heard voices, just a shop away.

If he flew then-

Why wasn't his Quirk working ?

All for One grew increasingly more panicked as he realized that none of his Quirks worked.

Above, the barrier rippled, and the voices left.

Shoto appeared next to him, eyes crinkling.

"Did you think people were coming to save you ?"

He laughed.

"I could keep you here for decades and no one would bat an eye. Nobody cares about what happens to you – except me"

"What- what have you done to me ?"

Shoto crowed as he dragged him back to where they'd started.

"Isn't it ironic ? The great Quirk Thief's getting a taste of his own medicine"

All for One thrashed around, refusing to stay put, and Shoto had to stab All for One at every junction, his kunai embedding themselves in the ground below.

All for One looked like a crucified starfish.

Shoto thought his position was funny, and so he laughed, the sound echoing in the empty streets long after he'd left.

There was a woosh, and he was there again.

He had a dog with him, a large beast with a foaming mouth and dull eyes, neck lowered in submission.

"What, you thought somebody was coming to save you ?"

Shoto nudged All for One's cheek with the tip of his shoe.

"Nobody cares what happens to you"

All for One's eyes were strained on the dog.

He'd heard of that one : the dog would eat him alive, piece by piece, until All for One begged for it to stop.

Because it was the whole point, wasn't it ?

Shoto wanted All for One to beg and scream and plead. He wanted All for One to know that his submission would buy him a way out.

He wanted All for One to know that he had utter power over him, that his existence meant nothing.

Shoto falsely affectionately scratched the dog between his ears.

"And now you're thinking : 'he's gonna use that thing and make it eat me' "

Shoto scoffed.

He didn't bother explaining what was so funny, and this made All for One all the more uneasy.

He let the dog, a large, dark, powerful thing down.

A string of saliva was hanging from the corner of its jowl.

Some fell in All for One's eye.

He blinked profusely to get it out, didn't manage to. He didn't dare wipe his face with his bloodied hands. He'd get an infection, and he'd need every bit of energy he could muster to get out of here.

Shoto grabbed All for One's pants and tugged it down to the tights, leaving him but ass naked in the street.

The cold air on his bare skin was like a slap.

All for One frowned, flushed, cursed, told the kid to stop messing around and get his pants up.

Shoto's now red eyes were swirling as he ordered the dog.

"Get to work"

All for One watched in muted horror as the dog walked around, head down, mindless puppet, until he was standing between All for One's thighs.

All for One screamed like never before, thrashed around wildly, madness and fear shining on his ashy white face.

Shoto propped himself casually next to All for One, amusement clear on his face.

Forget about getting his body : All for One would break the little shit-

The dog moved.

Its paws were on All for One's thighs, nails clawing raw the sensitive flesh there.

All for One stilled, lone eye wide, refusing to accept what was going to happen.

Shoto met his gaze. His eyes crinkled.

The dog moved.

It was relentless, its little hairy hips moving back and forth against All for One's ass. It was panting, saliva falling between his buttocks and acting as a lubricant.

Jaw clenched, All for One raised himself slowly, sweat dripping down his forehead, torn flesh burning as it went up and down, up and down, hitting the knife's handles.

"If you try to fight it", said Shoto. "It will still happen and I'll dismember you slowly and make you eat yourself"

All for One turned red.

Never, in his whole life, had he treated anyone with such-

All for One still rose, shaking his hips violently, managing to shake the dog off him – it yapped sadly, as though hurt.

All for One bared his bloodied leftover teeth at Shoto as if to say bring it on.

Shoto scoffed.

All for One blinked, and the next second he was back on his stomach, cheek on a growing sea of blood, arms chopped down to the shoulders, legs nonexistent beneath his buttocks.

His limbs were piled neatly next to him, as though logs ready for a fire – or meat for a barbecue.

Shoto was sitting on his back, arms crossed, making it hard for him to breathe.

He was but a head attached to a torso from which hang buttocks.

All for One closed his eyes, shaking, trying to dissociate from what was happening.

Shoto grabbed his head and forced him to look over his shoulder.

"It's brilliant. You don't want to miss the spectacle"

All for One's lone eye was barely open, a slit behind which you could only see red.

Each time the dog moved, each time it rubbed against him, hot breath hitting his ass, All for One could feel himself crumbling some more.

It wasn't just the humiliation – it was because it was a dog.

All for One was less than a man, not better than an animal.

How could he ever recover from- from-

Who could he ever face after that ?

He- he couldn't-

"Now we're getting to the good part"

The dog grunted, quicker, and All for One's body shook under its relentless assault.

He closed his eyes when it released.

Chunks of himself were falling like broken pieces of a mirror, swept away by the wind.

Anger at what was happening – disgust that he let it happen. Humiliation, humiliation, humiliation.

Fear.

"Not broken yet ?", said Shoto, head tilting. "Then we're not doing it well enough" His eyes snapped to the dog. "Again"

All for One's mind went blank.

The groaning, shaking, panting, and the undoubtedly humiliating yet final release before it started all over again. His thighs were warm then cold, a sticky substance covering him like a second skin. Shoto changed dog, twice.

The movements were frantic, excited then desperate, energized then tired, and All for One was only a bag of meat and bones, not a man, not better-

"- than a dog", said Shoto. "Look at how still you are. You're-"

-enjoying it, you like it, don't you ? I brought it upon myself, that's my fault, the consequences of my actions.

At some point, he couldn't remember his own name.

The sun went higher then down, up from the other end of the street then down.

"Again", said Shoto.

Again.

Someone brought water to All for One's cracked lips

There was blood on his chin, bits of flesh coating his skin.

A pile of bones rested nearby, humerus and radius and ulna, femur and tibia, all licked clean.

"You're not hungry, are you ? I could still bring you something, if you want"

The mere thought of eating made him want to throw up.

He didn't dare look the vile boy in the eye as he barely shook his head.

"Let's get to the next step, then"

There was a bag on Shoto's thighs. Salt.

He scattered it like snow over All for One's raw body.

There were screams, loud and unyielding, a physical response to physical torture, yet his mind was a void, shattered, far from his physical pains.

The boy asked something – what, All for One couldn't be sure.

He seemed to grow impatient.

Then, a gentle hand came to rest over All for One's head. Its fingers dug crescents into the smooth skin.

Hair grew at the top of All for One's head, just behind his hairline and down to the tip of his ears, no more.

A knife ran across All for One's face, going from behind the hair down to his chin with surgical precision, as though carving a mask in flesh.

Then, the boy grabbed the hairline and pulled.

All for One blacked out.

Something was burning.

He blinked, groggy, eye watery as he surveyed the place.

It was nighttime.

There was a large bonfire and reddish smoke, a tall man covered in blood from head to toe dancing around it, arms raised as though he were praying to some deity, limbs bent abnormally, jumping and cackling madly, three dogs barking happily and running behind him, sinister procession.

Abruptly, the man stopped.

His face slowly turned to him.

The breath caught in All for One's throat.

There was a thin, translucent sheet covering the man's features. He cocked his head as though smiling, and you could see it beneath the unfitting mask.

All for One's shaky fingers rose to his face. It was raw and bloody. There was no skin.

It was his face the man was wearing.

His eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

"Don't move"

The boy was close, his fingers brushing All for One's skin, retreating and coming back.

He had a sudden urge to scratch his skin.

"I said not yet"

Thus he didn't, but the itch was growing increasingly more mind-rattling.

The palm hovering over his skin glowed green.

He felt his skin regrown, bones mending quickly.

In mere seconds, his face was as good as new, yet slightly different in a way he couldn't pinpoint.

Yet there was still the itch, irritating and overwhelming.

"Go ahead", said the wicked boy

His fingers went to his cheek – he scratched, but his nails bumped on some uneven patch of skin. His fingers went back and forth over it, his pulp pressed as he tried to get a feel as to what it was.

Heart beating, he brought his hands to his face – there again, just below his left eye, it felt like some kind of- of marble ? And inside his upper lip was something uncomfortably moving when he cocked his head, something grainy like dirt or sand.

He patted his face, scratching turning frantic as he realized there were things beneath his skin, things that he tried to scratch away only for the itch to increase until it was overbearing and he drew the first blood.

Shoto's gaze was apathetic as he watched All for One claw his skin raw, fleshy shreds unraveling from his face like ribbons, red drops rolling down his neck like tears.

"Stop it"

He couldn't.

"Stop it or I bring back the dogs"

His hands froze.

"Good. Now we'll play a little game"

The boy pointed at the phone booth, a couple of meters away.

"If you manage to reach it before I finish my countdown, I'll kill you. If not, well..."

His fingers tapped on a cage. There was a rat inside, nose up as he walked around the cage, intrigued by the blood-heavy air.

"Do you agree ?"

All for One licked his dry lips.

It wasn't a question, they both knew it.

He showed his tied-up legs.

"Will you free me ?"

His voice was hoarse, raspy as if he hadn't talked in days.

He briefly looked at the sun.

It'd been raining when they'd encountered each other, and the sun had been a bit higher the last time he'd bothered to look up. Most of the blood spilled was dark and dry, the freshest two shades clearer.

He'd been here for a while – at least days.

"Of course"

He had to get out.

The boy walked forward, and All for One flinched when he raised his hand to take off the bindings.

"10"

His palm glowed green and he cleanly cut through his knees, chopping off half of his legs.

All for One's scream was one of surprise as much as it was pain.

The boy's eyes glinted.

"9"

His regeneration didn't even kick in, couldn't because he was too exhausted.

All for One pushed himself on his stomach and crawled forward, heart thumping, body shaking under the exertion, tears bubbling in his eyes.

He hadn't wanted to fight Endeavor- it was fucking Endeavor who'd thrown himself at him and now-

Now he had to- he-

"Looks like you lost"

The boy's shoe was on his forehead, forcing All for One's head back as though he wanted to get a better look at him. His face itched, the things beneath his skin moving.

"On your back"

He painfully rolled to the side.

The boy put the rat box on his naked stomach, sliding part against All for One's skin. He knew what was coming. So he begged.

The boy, until now cool and aloof, abruptly grabbed All for One's jaw, eyes blazing, a vein throbbing on his forehead.

"You have no.fucking.right.to.beg"

He let go of All for One so violently his cheek rebounded on the ground.

Shoto took off the cage's lidded floor : the rat's small paws brushed uncertainly against his skin. His nose skimmed over his stomach.

"Did he beg you ?", asked Shoto, shaking. "Did you let him grab your wrist when he realized what was happening ?"

The cage turned scorching hot.

All for One could feel the rat cowering because of the heat, nervously walking around to find a way out.

It started clawing at All for One's torso, its little nails digging in the soft flesh first hesitantly and then with growing energy.

All for One howled in pain as his skin then flesh was torn apart, his body, warm and alive, dug into as though it were ground.

"Was he afraid at the end ?"

He craned his neck to watch the process, chin on his neck, neck muscles straining, unable to look away from the slow and inexorable destruction of his body, the maddening transformation from a living being to a corpse.

He felt the rat squirming, gnawing at his intestines, munching on his body slowly and-

There.

All for One started choking on his own blood, eye bulging, contorting on the ground.

Shoto bent forward and took off his mask, screaming in All for One's face, spit flying everywhere, eyes shining with madness and something else, something more vulnerable.

"Were you even there when he died ?"

His voice broke, and All for One's hand reached forward, asking for help, another clawing at his throat.

For a moment the boy stayed there, wild and shattered, and All for One thought it'd be the end.

Then the glowing hand reached his chest and tore the rat out before his torn lung mended itself.

"I hate you"

If he could've spoken, All for One would've said it was a mutual feeling.

The boy turned away, shoulders hunched, arms crossed on his propped-up knees.

All for One looked at him, and his mouth spoke before he could think because none of this would matter once he was dead, and he knew he wouldn't get out of here – not alive, at least :

"The last thing he said was your name"

Shoto stilled.

The sun was high behind him, outlining his body as if it he were made of fire.

He brushed his eyes with his forearm.

"You're lying", he said quietly.

They lapsed in silence.

At some point, All for One blacked out.

When he awoke, it was to something hot and wet. It took him a moment to realize that one of the dogs was pissing on him.

Some leaked into his dry mouth and throat, and All for One pursed his lips to avoid the worst of it.

There was a whistling, and the dog didn't finish his piss that he barked and moved away, pee trickling down his fur.

Shoto sat cross-legged next to All for One, looking at the rising sun.

All for One's dead eye was strained on him, eyelid half-closed, the other one fully closed.

"We're not done yet"

All for One wasn't surprised.

He couldn't muster up the energy to care as Shoto crucified him, hooks that tore holes through his wrists and ankles, or as his organs were dissected, his torso's skin - or what was left of it - pinned to the floor as if he were a frog in a biology class.

His lone, dull eye locked on an invisible dot in the ground and he never looked away, even when his bones were drilled or his genitalia rendered non-functional by electric shocks.

The screams and the pain were far away from him, present but hidden behind a wall of smoke.

–

All for One had shrunk on himself, arms around himself, knees to his chest glassy eyes wide open and mouth open in a silent scream.

Shoto lit up a cigarette.

He smoked slowly, rubbed absentmindedly a cheek coated in dried blood.

His fingers were all red, as were the ax and the saw next to him.

"You'd like to die, wouldn't you ?"

He'd asked the question casually, as though he were talking about the weather, but he didn't even look at All for One.

The vicious glint in his eyes had disappeared a while ago, as though everything he was doing was now out of duty and not some animal thirst for pain.

All for One blinked because he physically had to blink, but that was everything Shoto got.

He was broken, a shell of flesh inhabited by a flickering human soul.

"I won't let that happen"

No anger, no emotion, just a statement.

Silent tears ran down All for One's cheeks, but his eyes were wide and expressionless.

"See", continued Shoto. "I kind of know what comes after death. Considering the span of your life and all of the human experimentations and other awful things you must've done, your karmic points should be even worse than what mine were two decades ago"

The cigarette's tip glowed red, just like the sun.

"You'll reincarnate, just like everybody else in this goddamn universe, and you'll live a shitty life, but the next one may not be as shitty, and the one after may even be slightly bearable, and it'll keep on getting better and better"

Shoto took something out of his pocket.

"I can't accept that"

Tears were puddling on the floor, wetting All for One's cheek.

"You've taken the only thing that ever truly mattered to me, be it in this life or the previous one"

Something cold and soft gently brushed against All for One's skin : he flinched, tried to move away.

"For that, I won't ever let you rest in peace"

His skin was cold and sticky, covered by an unknown substance.

"I'm gonna become your Jinchuriki, All for One"

'Human sacrifice'.

That's the only thing his mind could supply.

There was a sharp burst of pain, a white-hot searing burn that started from his chest and rose his hair to the tip of his toes.

All for One howled when he thought he had not enough voice left to, writhed when he'd thought his body unable to move. His mind shattered, went blank, exploded like an obliterated mirror, shards flying everywhere, burning his skin and scorching his spirit.

If people had souls, he felt the thing splitting in his chest would be his.

All for One was torn apart, snapped like a twig, half of him left behind to die and the other sucked away, his mind extending as it strained to keep him whole until it couldn't.

And all of a sudden, All for One ceased to be.