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Everyone looked up in the streets to the screens above them. They watched as a villain hijacked every screen. This villain wore a white mask with intricate designs of green and black, a hooded black jacket with a white shirt, black vest, and acid green tie underneath. He spoke with a rough static voice that can only occur with modulation.
"Greetings, heroes and civilians alike, I am Hero." eyes glanced from person to person confused and questioning. "I am everything that has failed with hero society. These heroes you place in spots of honor are nothing but greedy, egotistical rats who won the metaphorical lottery. They claim to be just, but they have rights we commonfolk can never possess. They hurt and destroy, and fail at their job, and yet we praise them for their deeds. While people who couldn't reach that pedestal hurt and destroy and are scorned as villains." the villain who had remained mostly still as he spat out each word like they tasted bad cocked his masked head. "Well, I have come to make amends show what is wrong and take the steps to change it. Hero society must be purged if citizens are to ever truly be safe. I will be the Hero, I will save this society from entropy." he stood up from his chair and started to walk away from the camera. "So never fear, I am here." The camera turned off and the normal feed came back. The words were familiar, everyone had heard them. Those words had been a source of security but when everyone had heard it coming from a cold machine filtered voice it struck fear and anxiety into everyone's hearts.
No one was safe.
No one knew what exactly this villain planned to do, what he could do, or how far he would get before he was stopped. But with six words everyone knew whatever this villain plans were it would be catastrophic. Panic arose in the streets as the unease of the situation was punctuated by silence. Many heroes had been around, and yet not one had any words to comfort the masses.
Meanwhile in an abandoned news studio, sat the league of villains with smiles on their faces. Their newest member removed the mask, revealing cold green eyes and a cocky smile. "How'd I do?" he said as he pulled the hood down and removed the jacket, his green hair bouncing up.
"Wonderful, now we need to get ready for tomorrow." a blue-haired, masked man said with causal pride. The young villain who had managed to strike fear into everyone was someone no one had cared about, one Midoriya Izuku. He rolled up the sleeves on his white shirt and pulled black gloves taunt.
He adjusted his tie, "Of course, how could I forget the attack on UA. It was the plan I had the least contribution in." he shot a side-glance at the boy that had addressed him. "Unless I have the list of weapons I asked for I will not be attending. No matter what you say.”
“Of course, they will be in tonight, they should be arriving any minute.” said the man-made of purple mist. He then expanded to create a circle of swirling smog. The blue-haired man walked through, Midoriya turned toward the older man.
“Thank you Kurogiri,” he said as he walked toward him, “I really appreciate what you have done for me.” He walked through the purple mist and found not dry, cracked and dirty wired covered walls that had been the studio, but a clean, cozy, underpopulated bar. Despite it being his tenth or twelfth or whatever time, Midoriya wasn’t used to the strange sensation of cold eyes from the mist and prickling skin that was caused by the change in location. Sitting on a barstool was Shigaraki the ‘boss ‘ of their tiny operation, that was the league of villains. Some league, for all Midoriya knew, and he knew a lot, it was the three people in the room, their weapons dealer, and sensei. Midoriya knew about sensei but had yet to meet him. He had only been here for a short time after all.
Kurogiri appeared behind the bar, “Midoriya, the items you requested.” he then used a portal to make a box appear on a table.
“Thank you.” he started opening the box and found a black gun holster with acid green accents that would be worn over his shoulders and hold two guns. The handguns sat right under them glistening in the light, cold and deadly. He put it on over the tailored black of his vest making sure it fits comfortably. He found that it felt right like he had been missing something, was this what it was like to have a quirk, the feeling of having power at your fingertips. He pulled a gun out of the holster and heard the click as he cocked it. He smiled. He put the gun back in the holster. He continued looking into the box, he pulled out a special belt with a dagger sheath attached as well as ammo pouches. Again he put it on. He a thigh sheath and put it on with the dagger in place. He also found forearm braces that would help protect him and his arms when he blocked and physical attack. He had plans to make upgrades to several things.
He looked back in the box and found a small stack of custom made bombs. Sonic bombs. They would emit a high pitched frequency that would at least disorient anyone who didn’t have earplugs. More likely though it would cause people to go unconscious and wake up with the worst migraine they had ever had. “Thank you Kurogiri.” He looked at the sonic weapons and the smile on his face only grew. “These will definitely cause heroes to hesitate.” The bombs he was looking at looked like normal bombs the kind people could make on their own. Not a sonic weapon which would be wired completely differently and have a very different appearance. “Now about tomorrow.” he turned away from his new toys and let his smile drop.
“What about tomorrow?” Shigaraki asked as he turned to face the now serious boy.
“The plan seems weak.” He said as he walked around to the far end of the bar and leaned on the counter. “You’re just going to hire random thugs, and split the students up not knowing what they can do and have them face said thugs.” he raised a hand to the purple bartender who made his version of a nod. A drink came sliding into his hand seconds later.
“These are the heroes of tomorrow we’re talking about.” he continued as he took a drink. “So what I am asking is when the plan falls through because you didn’t prepare enough, and it will fall through. What then.”
“We have the power to kill All Might, after that we flee, anyone who isn’t with is left behind.”
A chuckle could be heard rising in Midoriya's throat until it broke out into a full manic laugh. “Seriously,” he calmed himself, wiping faux tears from his eyes. “That is worse than I thought.” he finally quelled the last of the laughter and finished his drink waiting for Shigaraki to ask.
The blue-haired man indulged him despite being irritated by this quirkless boy’s jab, hoping that maybe he wouldn’t have an answer. “So what’s your plan?”
The young boy smiled a sharp wicked smile and Shigaraki knew despite his irritation that having this boy on the team was the best decision he could have made. “Well leaving employees behind is bad for recruitment, and it’s too late to learn more about our heroes to be. So lucky for you I have been doing my own research on our heroes, certainly not enough, but it will do for now.” He moved around gesturing as he went only to freeze in the middle of the room. “The biggest problem with your plan is that you want one result, All Might dead, I know he has a time limit. So let’s say he spends too much time being a hero before school and he’s late to class or doesn’t show up at all.” he walked toward the two people in the room. “If that happens, here’s my plan.”
He then went on to describe the plan in great detail along with alternative plans if any step went wrong along the way. The other two went off to bed but Midoriya stayed up, he had his own plans to scheme. He didn’t sleep that night and after putting on his mask greeted the arriving thugs who would be helping them out with the attack on the USJ. He filled them in on the vital changes of plan that they needed to know. And they waited for the designated time. The other two leaders of the group came in ready to make their move today. Barely any words were passed among the gathered villains as Kurogiri activated his quirk allowing groups of villains to go to the different environments that were located in USJ. He then created one portal to the center of the building in plain sight. The villains leading the charge stepped through first. Hero activated the voice modulator and put in the specially designed earpieces.
They caught the attention of the heroes immediately. Behind the mask, Midoriya smiled as he scanned the crowd. No surprise. No All Might.
The teachers and students looked on at the emerging villains one stood out, a kid with hands in pockets head down. Eraserhead panicked slightly; if this was a hostage situation this was going to be more difficult. The boy in question finally looked up and Aizawa’s instincts stabbed him with warnings. It was Hero, either it could be a good thing and they could capture the villain and quell the panic of the masses or as Aizawa feared it would end terribly. No one knew what this kid could do, and if he could follow through on his threats, well it wouldn’t be pleasant.
The villains charged and the heroes tried to flee, but Kurogiri was there first. Hero spoke into his comm, after turning off the speaker. Seconds later he was next to the man made of purple mist. He immediately aimed right at Tenya, and a shot could be heard across the building. Every hero froze as the man with engines fell to the ground clutching his leg. “I wouldn’t try running for help.” Hero said as he lowered the gun.
He walked back through Kurogiri and stood next to Shigaraki. Aizawa looked directly at the boy and started walking toward the group of villains threatening his students. Hero watched as Kurogiri spread the heroes to the wind. When the bartender finished Hero’s attention landed solely on the pro in front of him. He watched Aizawa fight off hordes of thugs. He pulled his gun on the hero leveled it and fired, he stumbled but didn’t fall, his arm now a bloody mess.
His movements were slower, and he started making mistakes, blood loss would do that. He sent a message over the comms to Shigaraki. “Should I initiate my plan?” Shigaraki whispered back a begrudging yes. He turned the speaker on his modulator back on. He walked toward Aizawa, “Villains stand down.” Everyone fell back to stand next to Shigaraki. “Hello Eraserhead, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Aizawa shot his glare at the boy, quirk activated. “Who are you?”
“Me?” Hero laughed, “Well first off I’m someone that your little trick here won’t work on.” he leveled his gun and shot the pro in the leg. The hero finally fell to the ground blood leaking out on the dirt, “And someone who can’t allow you to continue being a hindrance.” He went over to the hero on the ground and grabbed his hair. “Don’t worry, It’s not your time to die, and besides I need you alive for my plan. Oh and don’t try ending your life, I’ll just use one of your precious students to fill the role.” The hero’s eyes widened before closing as his goggles were ripped from his face. “Now time for the show”
“Kurogiri,” Hero said as he turned off the speaker making himself silent to the hero in front of him.
“Of course.” a purple portal descended upon the two and Hero leveled a gun at the pro’s head.
He appeared in front of the entrance, every set of student eyes were on him. He could see the gears turning in their heads, looking to the teacher on his knees before them for guidance. “I suggest you all sit down in a nice circle,” he said pulling his jacket aside to reveal a bomb strapped to his chest. The students froze.
“You f***ing piece of trash.” An explosive boy yelled as he charged. Behind the mask, Hero smiled, just like Kacchan. The gun was brought up just enough for him to shoot the flying teen. Hero side-stepped and the injured teen flew and crashed into the ground behind him, “Shit.” was all he had to say in response to his now crimson-stained side.
“Like I said, a nice circle.” the students all sat down next to each other in a circle. All of them faced inward, “So good to know everyone here knows basic geometry. Now turn away from each other.” they did slowly. Some students arrived at this time and froze upon seeing the mess in front of them. Three injured, and everyone sitting in a circle facing away from each other. “So nice of you to join, Todoroki, Yaoyorozu, Tokoyami, Denki, Tsuyu,” he said as he pointed the gun at each of them in turn. “I suggest you follow suit.”
Several did but Yaoyorozu froze upon seeing the three bleeding heroes. “I said to sit down princess.” she did. It didn’t take long before more heroes showed up. This is why you never hire common thugs. Hero sighed as he saw red hair. “ he spoke before the student could say anything, or stop, or process what he saw. “Sit down Kirishima.”
He finally took in everything, his eyes lingering on a blond. “Bakugo,” his eyes became steely and he activated his quirk as he stomped toward Hero. Some students looked hopeful, others fearful. “Can’t shoot me now can you.”
Hero leveled the gun and Kirishima froze. “I think your friend would appreciate it if you sat down.” Kirishima sat down right there, looking betrayed or defeated. He saw a slight movement from a two-toned figure. He fired without warning, two-tones becoming one. Todoroki winced but not much else. These students had a high threshold for pain, that was for sure.
Finally, a black ponytail rose from the circle. Her arms raised in surrender. She didn’t look at him. “Something on your mind princess?”
She swallowed, “I was just wondering if you would let me staunch the bleeding.” Hero remained silent, an unseen eyebrow arched in question. “I-I can make things and since all of them are still alive, I thought maybe…” she paused; she didn’t want to finish that thought. “Please, just let me put bandages on.”
Hero leveled the gun at her and she held her breath, “ You got guts Yaoyorozu,” the gun lowered, “Go ahead, but know their lives are in your hands.” she nodded finally breathing. She went to Iida first who had been bleeding the longest but had the easiest to bandage wound.
Hero watched as more heroes arrived. He pulled out his other gun aiming one at them, gesturing for them to join their classmates. “Goddamn you, Hero.” He turned instinctively, startled. Bakugo was coughing now, blood staining his hands from where he had put pressure on his wound. Although now a small trail of blood fell from his lips. Hero tilted his head as if evaluating him then turned back as the fill-in medic created bandages and watched. Her ability was fascinating. She came up to Aizawa and Hero, she made furtive glances at him as she bandaged the pro.
Aizawa was about to say something when Hero leveled the gun at the back of his head, and Yaoyorozu shook hers, “Not now sensei, just save your energy, you’ve lost a lot of blood.” she looked at the gun the entire time and after that Aizawa didn’t say anything. Her glance drifted slightly and Hero knew what she was looking at Something strapped to his chest.
She finished up Aizawa and moved on to the blonde behind him. “Get away ponytail.” he coughed again. He had been trying to get close to Hero to attack, based on the red-streak behind him.
“Calm down, You’re just irritating it and making it worse.” She said as she made more bandages.
“Shut up,” he said gritting his teeth.
“Bakugo please, be reasonable.” she was trying to help him sit up but he just swatted her hand away.
“I don’t need your help.” a cracked scream. He coughed again.
“Please stop.” he was about to respond, “I don’t want you to die.” at that he fell silent, he let her help him sit up, he pulled his shirt up, allowing her to apply whatever to his wound directly. He winced a couple times as she applied the bandages.
She finished up and was about to leave, “Help him move over to the others.” she looked at the masked man who had said it. But she didn’t argue, and surprising, neither did Bakugo.
She moved on to Todoroki, “I don’t get why he shot you.” she whispered. He stayed silent as he looked up at Hero, a gun leveled at his mismatched eyes.
“I was trying to attack him.” she stopped, only for a moment before finishing up her work. “But he was more observant than I had realized.” she stood up after she had finished. “Thank you, Momo.” She moved back to her spot next to Jiro. The last of the Heroes had shown up including that kind of useless purple one, Mineta. He had started panicking, what an inspiring hero, and was being very loud. His voice wasn’t helping, it was small and whiny and nasally. Hero had had a headache for a while and now it was only getting worse.
A gunshot, “Shut up.” he exploded, the voice modulator started failing when he got too loud but he didn’t care. “Shut the f*** up. Or next time my bullet will go straight through someone’s heart.” Not a noise was made, even the villains who had gathered and were whispering fell silent.
“Hero,” a pause, “perhaps you should take some time to yourself, we can handle things from here,” Kurogiri said as he opened a portal.
Hero remained silent, an expressionless mask stared back at the bartender. “Don’t underestimate me.”
“I’m not underestimating you. I simply want to make sure you are okay; you are normally calm and collected,” he explained, but he closed the portal anyway.
“I appreciate the sentiment, perhaps I am a bit tired.” He turned back to the crowd of annoying brats. They were silent now eyes downcast, the brave shot glances at him. He sighed “Shigaraki, you’re in charge.” He walked over to a pillar slid down and watched. This had always been Shigaraki’s plan. Shigaraki stepped into the void Hero had left, but every eye still followed him even Earaserhead’s. He checked his guns, reloading them. Then let his head fall back. He had sensors in his mask, so even if he wasn’t looking he could see what was going on.
Nothing happened for a long time. The class would eventually end and the teachers would wonder where the students were. Then something in Hero’s visor caught his attention, movement, he turned on his heat sensor. The silence was thick and heavy, but a light click seemed to echo off of every surface. Eyes turned to the now cocked gun, then they turned to look at what it was aimed at. Nothing stood in the path of the bullet, but the nothing froze and Ojiro was tense. “Sit down.” No change the villains and the heroes alike thought he had lost it. Some heroes had figured it out and sat utterly still. The gun went off and liquid red appeared in the air, Mineta overreacted again and Hero couldn’t take it anymore, he sent off a second shot.
The crimson air fell and a red handprint pulled away, a small whimpering filled the air and quieted. Unlike the panicked cries that were silenced altogether, the people near the hurt students tried to help. One was beyond saving. “Yaoyorozu, I believe Hagakure could use your assistance.”
She ran to the red-stained figure. She immediately started putting bandages on. While Yaoyorozou attended to the bleeding student a familiar red, white, and blue figure appeared in the doorway, surrounded by the light of day. Always crowned in a blinding light. “I am here-” All Might choked on the words as he saw what lay before him. The silence that had been broken by the hero’s entrance returned, everyone too afraid that things would not end happily.
“Finally,” Shigaraki exasperated, “the man of the hour arrives.” Hero stood and walked behind a random student and placed cold steel against warm skin. The click caused the student to hold their breath, muscles tense and frozen. “You are a very hard man to get to. And I don’t intend to let you leave.”
Kurogiri opened a portal and a large purple man, who had his brain exposed and a bird beak walked through. “Nomu will be your opponent.” The blue-haired man continued. The muscled monster attacked All might and the pro fought back. There was a small reprieve in the fighting and he looked at the class being held hostage and the student with a gun to their head. “Don’t worry about them All Might, it’s just a little insurance to make sure you don’t run away.” More fighting ensued, simple punches being thrown back and forth. Every punch had weight behind it but after so many punches the Nomu went flying. Shigaraki was furious. Skin flaked off where he scratched. He made a move toward the hero.
One of the thugs approached Hero, the only useful one among them. “Hero,” he started, clearly a bit scared to say anything to the villain with a gun, “someone tried to contact someone in here.” Hero nodded and the thug left with a sigh. Hero had to make sure he kept that one close, his quirk that interfered with transmission waves truly was the only reason they could pull off this attack.
The clock was ticking.
They only had a handful of minutes left, and Shigaraki and Kurogiri weren’t making a whole lot of progress. Hero sighed, unlike the others here he didn’t hate the number one hero, but he was angry at the man and he wanted to make it out of here. And
The clock was ticking.
He pulled the gun away from the student and aimed at a fighting figure. Every student watched. Eyes widened. Heads turned. Hero cocked the gun. Some tried to shout out, but it was too late.
Bang.
…
The symbol of peace fell; blood pooled around a deflated figure. Shigaraki smiled and broke out in a manic laugh. He stepped into the space the hero had once filled but not a single pair of eyes were on him, everyone looked at the dying hero. Then slowly every pair of eyes looked to the villain that made the shot. Tears fell but the only sound was Shigaraki’s laughter.
The clock was ticking.
Hero walked away from the heroes to be. No one stopped him. Hero holstered his gun.
The clock was ticking.
Hero couldn’t explain it but he felt like someone was just on the other side of the open door. They needed to leave.
The clock was ticking.
He ran for the first time since he got here.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
He reached his fellow villains.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
“Let’s go.”
Their time was up.
Heroes poured into the USJ shocked by what they saw. But even so, they moved quickly. They expected something bad happened. Hero Panicked for a second as villains were subdued. Then he remembered frightened eyes drifting from his gun to his other weapon. He smiled. “Goodnight heroes.” He pressed a button on his chest; the bomb activated.
Seconds passed, all heroes was on the ground. Hero watched as some heroes tried to stand. Hero, Kurogiri, and Shigaraki were the only ones left standing. “Kurogiri, I believe it’s time to leave.” Purple portals appeared all over the place, sucking villains into a void leaving injured heroes behind. Kurogiri placed a portal behind the three of them.
Shigaraki walked through, followed by Kurogiri himself. Hero stood and pulled out a slip of paper. He let go and the paper fluttered to the ground. He disappeared.
Birds outside the building chirped, the sun came through the glass ceiling, and a light breeze blew through the trees. In a building on the UA, grounds heroes were collapsed on the ground, some covered in blood. As some heroes woke up and others pulled themselves together most wanted to believe that they had never gotten out of bed.
All Might, the number one hero, the symbol of peace, lay on the ground. Blood pooled around him and several people rushed to the man. He was dying, not dead, but somehow everyone there knew that even if Yagi didn’t die, All Might had.
What made it worse, that one student had been killed, not many, if anyone, liked Mineta, but to see him dead felt wrong.
They got those who needed it to the hospital, checked on the injured, and removed the small corpse. They found the slip of paper and what they saw gave them chills.
I’ll be back (:
~Hero