Rhyki blearily opened her eyes as she heard the door open, slamming carelessly against the wall. Shit, were the bastards back to hit her some more? It was bad enough they had put an illegal shock collar around her throat. Quirk cancelling cuffs lay on her wrists. Those hurt like a bitch and due to the chemicals inside, even made Pyro sleepy, which she did not like. She was also getting colder by the second, due to laying on a metal table and only in her underwear. The perverts had taken great delight in staring at her body once she'd been tied down.

She glanced at her dad, from where her head was turned to the side. He was still unconscious, having been wheeled out of the room and beaten for information, which obviously he hadn't given. He had blood scattered down the side of his face from being smacked in the side of the scalp with something. She hoped it left no permanent damage to him. Her gaze shifted to the door, and they went wide a little at seeing who was standing in the doorway. The ringleaders' right-hand man had appeared, smirking at them. Oh, how she wanted to beat his face in.

"Your turn bitch." He came over and wheeled her out, as she couldn't exactly move. Fucker. She was taken into a room, where another guy was waiting with a neutral face. Working as a team, they strung her up in chains, leaving her spread eagled. At least one good thing came from this, they left her mask on. Downside, the pain in her body was horrendous, more so because the bastards had broken her thigh using a sledgehammer when she refused to say anything about their shipment of drugs she'd taken out. As if she'd tell them that it was currently sitting at the bottom of the river nearby. It was no doubt already swept away fully by the current now.

Even if they tried to break her, it would take a lot. Hell, Izuku hit harder during their training when it was no holds barred. Well, before the whole coma thing and he shot up and now towered over them all. Giant bastard. Despite having to put most of her weight on her left leg as much as possible, she refused to give in.
"Now, are you going to tell us where that shipment has gone to?" The other guy questioned, picking up some brass knuckles and putting them on. She remained silent.
"Tell us bitch." Righthander snarled. Again, she didn't say a word and just stared at them. Why would she? It was fucking drugs and there was no way in hell she was letting something like that go around the country and hurt countless people.

Although, while she was in fact getting rid of it, as the idiots had left it outside on a pallet, so it was really their own fault for leaving it alone, she'd seen that it had each individual packets price worth written on top, so had added it up. The result had been a staggering two and a half million! Of course, she wasn't stupid and took photographic evidence and sent it all to the secure network over at TG to access later before removing all the evidence from her phone in case someone got a hold of it.
"Talk bitch." Righthander slammed his fist into her gut, clearly annoyed that she said nothing.

It was a little bit more worse considering she was, unfortunately, in her underwear only. They had stripped her to make sure she had no wires or anything. She already had a fair few bruises, and dried blood on her because as you know, Rhyki is highly stubborn and refuses to give them what they want. Seriously, why would she? She's a hero, not some petty thief who will break easily. The other left, handing over the dusters. Shit.
"See if that will help Butcher." Ah, so his nickname's Butcher. Good to know. She'll be able to find everything out about him eventually and stored that name away. Then it was just them two.

Rhyki watched as he slid the busters onto his knuckles and faced her with a sickening grin.
"Tell me what you did with those packages?" Butcher sneered.
"No." Was all she replied, which turned out to be the wrong answer. Butcher smashed his fist into her ribs, unfortunately, it was the one that was wrapped in the busters. She grunted at the impact, barely keeping the scream in as he hit her ribcage. Fucking shit on a stick that hurt like a bitch. Her eyes narrowed and refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing anything from her. She managed to get one arm free, and somehow pulled forth her claws and dragged them down the bastards arm, ripping the flesh like a hot knife through butter. That felt so satisfying.
"Ah, you fucking whore! Until next time when you wake up for more special treatment, night bitch." He slammed his fist, now free of the duster, into her face, knocking her out in a single blow. Bastard.

An hour or whatever it was later, Rhyki woke up to pure pain. What the fuck happened to her after she had been knocked out? Either way, she wanted to rip that bastards throat out. Her head turned slightly, barely suppressing the groan as it hurt like hell, and blinked rapidly a few times. Her breath rushed from her lungs at what she saw. Her dad, her rock and hero, was on a metal table beside her, clad only in his underwear. He had a leg bent wrong from below the knee but was held in place by a badly applied splint. What the fuck had they done to him? She turned back to look at the ceiling, and focused. If anyone was going to help, it was her brother. Gathering all her inner strength for now, she sent out one mental blast to him.

IZUKU!? She screamed. Please work, oh God, please work. She crossed her fingers slightly.

Rhyki? Came a somewhat hesitant reply. But it was enough to make a couple of tears appear.

Thank fuck! I've been trying for ages to get through to you.

Where the fuck are you? I'm leaving U.A to come and get you.

The warehouse I was tasked in searching for Nezu was over in Kyoto. Now, I'm not sure. They hit me with something, which knocked me out. Pyro is still quiet too.

It'll be alright Rhy-bear, I'll save you. I promise. Can you describe what's around you, firecracker? If anyone could, it was him. She had a brief look around, or what she could see anyway.

Ah, fuck I hurt Izu, so bad. But I'm in a basement of some sorts I'm guessing by the smell and coldness. Small partially broken window that probably only Mina could crawl through if she squeezed. Dad is unconscious on another table beside me. I hear water and trains. She panted slightly. Fuck but this was exhausting. Could she go back to sleep already?

Right, I'm going to mind link fully, like we had practiced a while ago, ok?

Ok. She felt him pull away. Must be talking to someone or getting ready to draw down what she saw. She couldn't explain how this worked between the duo, but it did. They had discovered it while talking with Pyro and Syrinx when they'd been about ten. Once it had been found, they had trained to link within pretty much seconds instead of twenty minutes plus. They had yet to try if it worked with anyone else though. Her eyes slid shut, aching a little. She dreaded to think what she looked like. Oh shit, what was her group thinking since she hadn't turned up for school, if it was a school day. The days were slightly blurry just now.

Can you see everything? She whispered, clearly exhausted.

I can firecracker. Keep those eyes open for me! She opened them again but was fighting hard to keep them like that. Why was it so hard to keep awake? What the fuck had they given her to make her like this? When she gets out, she is making Izuku do a full medical and find out what those bastards did to her.

OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES RHYKI! He roared. That made her eyes snap open wide.

Izu, I'm tired. Let me sleep, please brother?

Not yet. Let me get the last part down!

Hurry. He no doubt heard the exhaustion in her voice and did just that, whatever he was doing on the other side.

Rhyki, go to sleep. I'm leaving in a few with a team. We will be a few hours as we must drive in the medical truck. If anything happens, instantly try and contact me like this.

Be safe a-and I'll s-see you s-soon. I-I love y-you b-brother. She could barely form a sentence properly without wincing.

I love you too. It won't be much longer before you're both back with us firecracker. He broke from the connection, and she slipped into sweet oblivion. Eager to rest and separate from the pain coursing through her system.

Bolting awake from the sound of terrified screams, gunfire and curses, Rhyki blinked rapidly a few times. What the fuck was going on? All too soon, everything was cut off and only silence was her answer. Seriously though, what the hell? She let out a low groan as she moved, resulting in her injuries 'awakening' and sending pulses of pain through her. Why the fuck wasn't she healing still? Was Pyro ok too? It frightened her a little not knowing. She focused her breathing before she went into a panic attack, which would do no one any good, and sank into her subconsciousness, or mindscape as she called it. Searching around, she let out a relieved sigh as she stumbled upon Pyro.

The beautiful black and orange dragon was sound asleep atop the grass hill, head on one foot while her wings were folded elegantly against her sides, and tail curled up with the tip near her snout. Rhyki bolted over to her and crawled under a wing. She smiled softly as she collapsed against the dragon's rib cage and felt the steady, rhythmic up and down motion of her breathing. Ok, so whatever she had been hit with, clearly affected Pyro a lot. Another thing to tell Izuku to research for when he did a medical. She said Izuku, because there was no way he'd let anyone else do it. She was yanked from her mindscape viciously by she woke up quickly as a loud bang resounded.

She peered down her body to the doorway. Had those fuckers come back for another round? That would be a big, fat fucking no. Eyes went wide at what stood in the doorway. Her badass brother had finally arrived, and holy shit did he look pissed as fuck! He was splattered in blood that gleamed on his black suit from the measly light that filtered in from the broken window, as well as what she could vaguely make out as bits of organs or whatever. What the hell had he done? His emerald orbs were cold and emotionless, appearing even scarier in the shadows that traversed across his face and the splattered metal mask that covered the lower part.

Shit, was he channelling his inner Kritanta? He threw the guy in charge forward, making the bloodied male hit the floor with a splat, followed by a cry of pain. It was met with a look of zero sympathy. Seriously though, what the fuck had her brother done in coming to get here, covered like he was? Had he even brought back-up? She hoped so, considering her and her dad weren't exactly able to fight at this precise moment in time. Considering they had a few broken bones, a multitude of bruises and dried sticky blood on and a little around them. Not her best, she must admit. But hey, even pros got side blinded now and again, no one was perfect after all.

Also, what happened to the petrified women they had stored in a room not far from the main area? Had they even gotten out yet? Tilting her head more, or as much as she could with the collar jabbing her throat, she could now see Izuku and Davidson – who she'd finally learned was the name of the bastard ringleader yesterday. Or was it the day before? She couldn't be particularly sure now as her brain was quite hazy. Concussion, most likely. She did vaguely have a recollection of Izuku mind melding with her, but again, she had no fucking clue as to when that was.

"W-what are y-you going to d-do to m-me?" Davidson sobbed, trying to get away. Clearly, without his 'little group' as help, he was resulted into a snivelling, cowardly mess.
"Not much. Just have a bit of 'fun' before I send your arse to jail for the rest of your miserable fucking life." Izuku sneered before bending and hauling the man up by his throat, then slammed him callously onto the remaining table in the room and tied him down with straps, old with age and stained brown from countless amounts of blood splashed onto them. Even with Davidson trying to escape, it clearly didn't work with her much stronger brother, who no doubt was even worse so as he was pissed. He was in his protective mode after all.

When the last strap proved to be a bitch to get onto the male, Izuku reared his fist back and blasted it into Davidsons' face. The sound of the eye socket breaking reached her ears, as did Davidson screaming out in pain. Serves him fucking right. That finally got him secured and Izuku approached her. He cupped her face gently, brushing his thumb across the small bit of flesh beside her eye quickly before he undone the straps holding her down that she had only just noticed. The pressure let off and she gave a deep sigh of appreciation. They had been tied enough to leave bruises, but only of the verge of cutting her flesh. She was going to have some lovely bruises when this was all over with, that was for sure. She blinked blearily at him, trying to stay awake until further help arrived, when she felt herself being moved. Izuku relocated her to beside her dad, who was quickly released from his own bindings.

Having the collar and cuffs off was a huge relief and she already felt some of the horrendous headache weaning off. Her arm was lifted gently and shifted over a bit. Feeling something brush softly against her, she glanced at what it was and saw it was her dads hand. They grasped each other, squeezing softly in silent reassurance that they were truly alive, together and it wasn't a nightmare, and it was finally over with. But not enough that it'd hurt considering they'd had bamboo canes whacked across the tops of their fingers and knuckles when they hadn't said anything during their interrogation. That was one thing to say about the Aizawa's, they were downright stubborn fucks and didn't give in easily.

"Don't move any more than what's absolutely necessary. We don't know what kind of injuries you have internally. I will get you out of here in a few." Izuku reassured them both, giving a leg each a quick pat.
"I love you." Rhyki mumbled, eyes dropping to half-mast. Aizawa sluggishly nodded in agreement. They both needed strong as fuck painkillers, a shower, and a warm bed for a good twelve or so hours of uninterrupted sleep. As well as a visit to RG for the wounds even though Izuku had a killer healing ability. Rhyki also wanted to cuddle up into her boyfriend's arms too.
"I love you both too." He replied before turning to a petrified Davidson. Lifting one of his knives, he swirled it in his palm as he approached his prey. Ah, so he was channelling some of his inner Kritanta, as some of the room seemingly dropped in temperature. Not that it affected Rhyki, considering she could do the same.

"Please, no!" Davidson tried to beg. As if that would work, moron.
"Begging won't work." Izuku sneered, before slamming the knife into the guys knee, and twisting it, making Davidson scream almost as loud as Zashi. Fuck that was impressive in itself! Unable to truly focus, Rhyki blocked out the sounds of Izuku literally torturing the arsehole, closed her eyes fully and instead let precious memories she had of the Ragtags flash through her mind.

Mina being her chaotic, loveable hyper, dance addicted self.

Kaminari's hugs, tiktok addiction, precious bean smile and the barely noticeable jolts at random times due to the overflow of electricity in his system.

Kirishima's adorableness around her brother or when he flashes her a cheeky grin before pouncing on Izuku purely because he can and knows full well her brother will catch him every single time.

Sero's dry humour, witty remarks, or when he tickles Kami to make him whine and pout childishly.

Shinso, despite not being with them long, had already gotten a forever place in their group, and was the somewhat quiet insomniac that shared her love of cat videos and coffee.

The honorary members Momo and Jiro, with the shared love of studying unusual and weird things plus breaking them down with Momo, along with the music/movie side with Jiro that they could easily spend a few hours talking about.

Then finally, her beloved Katsuki. God, she missed that spitfire. From his stunning rubies that drew her in, to his deliciously muscled body that fit perfectly against her own, to his addictive kisses she'd happily give coffee up for, right down to his hugs that always made her feel like she was on cloud nine. Sure, she could kick arse, take no shit, was a pro hero etc, but at the end of the day, she was still a teenager who was in her first (and last) relationship and hopelessly in love with the explosive blonde. Even when they spoke about normal things, like what they'll have for dinner etc, always made her delighted. Katsuki made her happy. Her group made her happy, a second family in a way. Now that they were a part of her life, Rhyki truly felt like she'd be hopelessly lost without them.

"RHYKI!" Her name being screamed had her eyes snapping open, jolting in shock before groaning slightly at the light that suddenly burst into her retinas. Fuck that shit hurt. She turned slightly, gaze blearily colliding with worried pale greens, surrounded by wild yellow-blonde hair.
"Zashi?" She whispered. Her throat hurt a lot, and she just wanted to curl up and sleep. But at least she could talk, just not loudly.
"Hi sweetheart. We'll get you out of here, ok?" He said as quietly as he could, before cupping the side of her head gently and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Ok. Where's Izu?" She tried to look around, but that took effort.

"He's just wheeling Shota out on the bed. You've been out of it for about an hour or so."
"I have?"
"Yes honey. You blanked out when Izuku started to basically eternally scar and petrify Davidson for what he did to you both. I'm here to get you out of this hell hole too."
"Ok. What about the women held captive?" He let her head go, and moved to the top of the table, kicked the breaks off and peered down at her, smiling gently. She could see the relief in his eyes that she, and her dad, were truly ok now that he had seen them for himself. That was when she realised that a soft blanket had been placed over her. At least that way, whoever else had come with them, didn't see her underwear, not that Rhyki was shy in the least.

"All are safe, baring one who is being taken to prison. She was Davidson's girlfriend and was in on it from the beginning. She had gone to the basement beneath the main hall for some weapons and drugs they'd stashed there, literally five minutes or so before Izuku had entered the building. She'd hidden in with the women, threatening to slash their throats if they so much as made a single noise or shown that she wasn't meant to be with them. Once Izuku had finished beating up Davidson, he called for me to come in, and as he dismantled the door that was rigged with C4, she jumped him. He quickly disarmed and captured her, just as I got to the door. He led me, the police and All Might straight here, bypassing the main room. RG is waiting in a black van for you and Shota, along with some paramedics. They will check you over first, and then we'll get you home." He explained, before wheeling her out. It hurt like an absolute bitch, considering the ground wasn't even at all, but it was manageable. She had been through worse.
"How long was I kept here for?" She questioned. She stayed staring at the ceiling, not wanting to see the place she'd been kept in.

"Internships ended Friday, it's now Monday, 1pm. Also, before you ask, we have all your belongings that you had on you. They'd powered off your phone so that we couldn't track its location."
"Ok. It feels much longer."
"I'm not surprised, considering you were beaten up pretty bad. It makes it feel longer." Rhyki was wheeled out in the blinding sunshine, and she grunted from the sheer brightness, quickly snapping her eyes shut. Sure, she could still see the light through her lids, but at least it was tolerable like this. She ignored the slight gasps she heard from whoever was there. She couldn't be bothered with that shit. She was wheeled somewhere, went up at a slightly angle and darkness quickly surrounded her as the main light was blocked out from something.

"Firecracker?" A voice said quietly. She slowly opened her eyes. Orange orbs collided with emerald.
"Izu?"
"Hey Rhy-Bear. You're in the back of the van now. RG and the paramedics are going to check you over, heal your broken thigh and other injuries and then we'll get the hell out of here, ok?" That was when she realised that she was in the back of their private medical van.
"Ok." He kissed her forehead before RG was lifted and placed beside her. Tears of relief were evident in her grey eyes, but she refused to let them fall, quickly wiping them away.
"Hey sweetheart. I'm going to heal you enough to transport you safely to TG, ok?"

"Ok Granny." She mumbled. RG and the crew quickly got to work, and Izuku left, closing the back of the van for privacy. The team did what they had to do, until it was just her, RG and her dad, who was on the other bed, in a medically induced coma and hooked up to an IV and given fluids to rehydrate him, covered in a blanket but she could just make out bandages around his throat. Along with the breathing tube already in his mouth. Despite it being really cramped with the two beds, RG had no problem weaving her tiny body around the space. A kiss later to her thigh healed the shattered bone, along with bruises. That felt much better. Downside, she felt the shit amount of energy she had left, go.
"Rhyki?" She turned to a paramedic that was holding a needle.

"What?" She whispered, just wanting to sleep. Why couldn't they let her fucking sleep?
"Per request from Shadow, is it ok if I take some blood before Recovery Girl heals you a bit more?" She questioned. Pale gold eyes glowing slightly from the lights.
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Thank you. I'll do this as quickly and as painlessly as I can." Rhyki nodded and held an arm out. Two vials of blood was quickly taken and no pain. Doubtful she'd have felt it considering what had happened. Izuku then reappeared, switching places with the paramedic.

He had somewhat cleaned up, but still had some blood on him, not that it seemed to bother her brother. He was given the vials of blood, which he accepted with a nod of thanks and shoved them into a pocket for safe keeping. Then it as just the four of them in the back as the vehicle rumbled to life.
"I'll be as careful as I can on the way back. Where we heading?" Zashi called from the front.
"Go to TG. I'll get everything sorted there." Izuku answered as he grabbed some clear tubing from above her.

"Got it." Emerald eyes soon locked with her own.
"Rhyki, we're going to knock you out fully like Sho is. It will be much easier for you as transport won't exactly be smooth sailing. You'll be woken when back at TG and after we've done scans, tests etc, ok sweetheart?" RG said as she stood on the bed, looking at her with kind grey eyes after putting a needle in the back of her hand.
"Ok." She replied.
"I'll make sure thr Ragtags are there waiting when you wake up. Sleep now Rhy-Bear, you're safe, I promise." Izuku said, brushing his hand through some of her matted, bloodied hair.

"Ok. Thank you." She whispered, as she blinked a few times before swiftly succumbing to the darkness that grabbed her fast. Just like that, she was out like a light, in the medically induced coma, without a worry about anything, injuries unfeeling, and knowing that her family will protect her with their literal lives. She was finally safe again.

Perfect.

A/N: I'm sorry for the stupidly late update on this. I've had horrendous writers block, not just on this, but also other things that I'm currently in the process of writing. Sorry to keep you all waiting, and hopefully it all becomes back on track now. Thanks for being patient and being awesome! 💜 x