Sometimes life isn't fair to those who deserve happiness.

Midoriya felt his legs burning as tried desperately to escape his chasers. The shouts from behind him were only drawing closer as he went. He was terrified.

Terrified of who was chasing him.

Terrified of why they were after him.

But what terrified most of all was who was leading the pack.

Those who do nothing wrong are sometimes the ones who get hurt the most.

Trees wisped by his face as he ran. Branches and strangled roots trying to latch on to his legs. Suddenly the boy tripped, tumbling down the hill into the small stream below — the same stream that he had previously saved Kacchan from.

Even those who want to do nothing more than help others are never saved from its ire.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" He heard the first voice call. Midoriya forced himself to stand despite his twisted foot.

'I have to keep moving.' Those were the thoughts that rushed into his head.

Despite his injury, he moved on. Adrenalin was forcing his aching body forward.

Because those who are born with power are often the ones, who abuse it.

He could see the clearing now; he was almost out of the woods. His ragged breathing only became more strained as he pushed on. He wanted to collapse; he wanted to cry, he wanted to be held in his mom's loving arms.

Fate is never kind to those with a gentle heart.

His foot exited the clearing; he could already see people up ahead. He was close to salvation; he was free.

Even when your hope is at its brightest, it takes one action to snuff it out.

Chains suddenly shot out rapping themselves around the boy's body and mouth. He tried to scream, to cry out, but the chains kept him in terrified silence.

He felt his body being dragged back into the woods. They were once a place where he and his friends would play. Now they were a place of torture.

He fought against them, trying to wiggle himself out, they only tightened in response.

Life is filled with obstacles and torments waiting to knock you down.

"There you are. You thought you could run away?" The first man said. He was short and covered in various tattoos; chains flew wildly around his arm. Seemingly tearing themselves from his broken and cracked head.

Life will crush you in every way possible, draining what little strength you had in this world from your body.

The second man came into view; he remembered this man better. He was the man who had carved his mother up for bringing another quirkless into the world.

Long blades slid from his fingers, almost seeming to melt into the skin. He remembered those blades and the terrifying feeling of them sliding across his skin.

Life will take from you what you value most in this world.

The claws suddenly tore into his unguarded sides, slicing through the chains that had once been holding him there. His flesh parted under the razor's edge.

He tried to scream, yet the chains kept him silent.

It will force the greatest pains on the innocent.

The last of the group stepped forward, their leader and his father.

Hisashi Midoriya.

His face was a mask of anger, staring at the broken and cut up body of his only son.

He turned to his companion that had cut him, and for a second he thought that perhaps his father had a change of heart.

Fate is never so kind though. It will turn those closest to you against you. Break what you value most.

The long twisted grin that came across his fathers face terrified the boy to his care.

"Now, now, Wolfgang. If you want to cut my son... You have to go deeper than that!" He grabbed the hand of Wolfgang, forcing his serrated blades deep into the young boy's side.

They reached five inches in the boy's side.

Because fate cares little for the affairs of man.

"To think that useless woman would give berth to the very thing that poisons society! After everything, I have done for her! To have a QUIRKLESS CHILD!"

His father's rant was accompanied by fire. The flames were pouring out of his mouth and licking at the boy's skin. Searing it in the process.

He wanted to scream, to beg his father to stop.

Yet, even with all the cruelty that fate has in store for humankind, it has the slightest hints of kindness.

A long white scarf shot out from the tree line. Rapping itself around the chain quirk users body. And with one strong pull, his body was sent hurtling toward a lean man with black hair.

Fate will change its course by the slightest hints of kindness in the world.

Hisashi turned towards the man trying to shot fire in the process... But no flames came.

His eyes widened in surprise as he now registered who the man was. Eraserhead, the underground hero.

This was a fight Hisashi couldn't win, and he was not foolish enough to try. He turned running away from the group; he glanced over his shoulder to see Wolfgang trying to fight the pro hero. He was a fool, but a fool that would buy him time.

Fate was always changing, for good or for ill.

Wolfgang charged the pro, his blades swinging in a downwards arc, only for the pro to dodge his incoming attack.

Backpedaling slightly, he glanced at his surroundings. Hisashi was gone, and the hired goon was already knocked out.

He had nowhere to escape to either; he was trapped. Eraserhead was faster, stronger, smarter, and he could cancel his quirk.

His eyes finally landed on the boy; this was all his fault! His kind were the ones who were corrupting this world! And he was going to go down, well whats one less quirkless in the world?

Even in its good charity, Fate will still be cruel in its teachings.

Wolfgang lunged, faster than he had ever been, his blades slowly starting slide back into his fingers as Eraserhead's quirk took effect. It was too late though.

Mear seconds before his quirk was erased completely the blades sunk into the boy's eyes. He found pleasure in the boy's cries of agony, drinking it in as his body was yanked back by the scarf.

A fist flew towards his face in slow motion, and he knew this was it. Well, he doubted with the boy's wounds that he would live anyway.

His body crumpled to the ground, a small smile on his face for accomplishing his goals.

Fate will always be there, in the background of every story, in every choice in life, in every little detail. Fate will remain.

Eraserhead rushed over to the boy, cradling his body against his own. He had received a report about a boy being dragged into the forest by a bunch of chains.

At first, he assumed it was just a bunch of kids playing around with their quirks, but now, he was glad he decided to check it out.

"I need you to open your eyes." His voice was firm yet gentle; he tried to turn the kids face towards him, but the boy kept fighting against him.

"Look at me kid. I need to see the damage." Still, the kid fought, the boy trying desperately to get away from what he perceived as danger.

"Listen to me kid; you're alright now. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore alright. I need you to calm down so that I can check the damage." He was trying to keep his voice even, but panic was settling in.

Finally, the kid opened his eyes, and for a moment the pro wished he hadn't.

"I. I can't see!" The boy's voice screamed out, echoing throughout the woods.

Even in the end. Fate will still be there.