Chapter 5
The girl in question was sitting cross legged on the bed that Camie had slept in. Camie’s hat was perched on her head.
“What are you doing here?” Camie asked after she had recovered from her initial shock.
Toga shrugged, not meeting Camie’s eyes, “A personal reason.”
Camie walked towards Toga and ended up sitting next to her. “What kind of personal reason?”
Toga sighed, shook her head and finally looked Camie in the eye, “One that you won’t particularly like.”
Before Camie could ask her next question, Toga hit her in the centre of her face. Camie fell back onto the bed; stunned for a second. She squeezed her eyes shut as pain shot up her nose and through to her head. She tried to bring her hands up to assess the damage but found that she couldn’t move them. Camie was still in a daze as she tried to open her eyes and blink the tears away that had formed due to the pain.
How is someone that small that strong?
She felt a sharp prick in one of her arms and it soon mellowed out into a dull throb. Once she had cleared her vision, Camie turned to see what had caused the sensation. A needle was embedded into her limb and was drawing blood up a thin tube and into a container that Toga was holding.
“Toga?” Camie groaned out the girl’s name in confusion for the second time that day. “What...what are you doing?”
“Something for my family,” the girl’s golden eyes narrowed in concentration.
“Your parents collect blood?” Camie asked, still confused.
Toga scoffed bitterly. The action surprised Camie; she had only ever known the cheerful side of Toga and so had assumed that was how she always was.
“I’m not talking about my parents,” Toga emphasized, “I’m talking about my family and they don’t collect blood. I need it to do the job I’m doing for them.”
“If you needed it, why didn’t you just ask?” Camie spoke softly, her head had started to pound in pain and the edges of her vision were once again blurred.
Toga stopped what she was doing and looked at Camie in disbelief, “You’d have given me your blood?”
Camie smiled slightly at her in response.
Toga shook her head and resumed her work, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I was using it for.”
“Try me,” Camie whispered back, fighting to stay conscious.
Toga looked at her again before pulling the needle out of Camie’s arm. She made sure that Camie could see her as she drank the red liquid that she had gathered in the container. Her body began to change shape and Camie watched as Toga’s body grew before it settled and a mirror image of Camie, without the shocked expression on her face, starred back at the real one.
With one last look the fake Camie put on the hat that had fallen off when Toga had punched Camie and exited the door.
A single thought entered Camie’s mind before she passed out.
Ah, so that’s what her quirk is.
Camie’s vision was blurred again when she finally opened her eyes. She blinked a few times to try and clear it. She had somehow moved from the bed to the floor with her hands tried to her side. A masked face was peering at her from where a man sat on the bed.
“Ooh you’re finally up,” the man gleefully cheered, “Toga was worried she hit you too hard. Don’t worry; I assured her that she didn’t.”
“That was a lie though; she hit you so hard you probably have a concussion.”
Camie blinked a few more times.
Did he just speak twice? Is he crazy? No, maybe I’m the one who is going crazy or maybe I did get a concussion.
“That’s not good,” the man said again. “How do we know if she has a concussion?”
“We don’t,” he answered himself.
“Are we sure it is though?”
“She was unconscious for so long that it can’t not be one.”
“Yes but Toga used...”
“Um...” Camie croaked, her mouth dry, “Are you okay?”
“No, we’re not,” he answered, “We promised Toga that you would be fine.”
He knew Toga?
“You promised, I did no such thing.”
Camie sighed and if she could have brought her hand up to rub her aching head she would have. “Who tied me up?” She wanted to try get as much information from the stranger as she could.
“Dabi did,” it seemed as if two voices had answered simultaneously.
“Dabi?”
“Idiot!” the one voice screeched causing Camie to flinch, “You shouldn’t have told her that.”
“Why not? You told her too.”
“She’s not supposed to know anything about us.”
“I don’t see the problem.”
“Dabi would kill her so that she can’t blab about us to the police.”
“Oh.”
Camie’s eyes widened, “Wait, what?” she interrupted the one man argument.
“You’re going to die.”
“No, no you’re not,” the man flailed around before leaning down to look at her again. “You just have to pretend you didn’t see us.”
“A hero in training wouldn’t keep quiet about a group of villains using her blood to gather intel. I say we let Dabi kill her.”
“No we can’t do that. What if we took her with us?”
“That’s kidnapping.”
“It’s better than murder! Besides that way Toga won’t be mad at us.”
“Who cares...”
“Twice, what are you doing?” a voice sounded from the door and Camie quickly shut her eyes.
“Dabi, we were just talking,” the masked man, Twice, responded.
“Hmm,” Camie heard footsteps approaching the bed. “We should...”
“I’m back,” a cheery voice called out.
Camie immediately recognised that it was Toga. The girl skipped into the room and joined the other two surrounding Camie.
“Took your time,” Dabi replied.
Toga laughed in response, “Then I suppose we should head out quickly, Shiggy is probably waiting.”
The three started towards the door, “Did you manage to get what you were supposed to or did you just stalk that kid from U.A again?”
“Both,” Camie could hear the grin in the girl’s voice.
Her heart dropped slightly.
Were you expecting something, you idiot?
“Wait, what about her?” a voice asked, Camie assumed it was Dabi and she took in a sharp breath in anticipation as she waited for the answer
“Leave her, she’s still out cold,” Toga responded, “There’s no need to make a bigger mess.”
“I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
She giggled again, “Race you two back to the hideout. Looser pays for dinner.”
“Done,” two voices responded and Camie heard footsteps race out the door.
She slowly let out the breath that she had been holding in. After a minute she opened her eyes and looked towards the door. Leaning against the door frame was Toga. She smiled sweetly and waved a little.
“Bye Camie,” with that the blonde girl walked away.
“Wait,” Camie called out but no one was there to hear her.
Why do you look so sad?