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All I knew was that my home was gone, and someone was chasing me. I didn’t know who, but I knew why. My father is one of the most infamous villains in Japan. The heroes have been closing in on him for a while now. As much as my dad and his cronies tried to keep a low profile, it was no use. They had found us.
I actually despise my father and all he does. That’s not to say I enjoy the hero lot, but I know what my father does is wrong. I’ve wanted no part of it for a while now. Of course, nobody knows he has a child. THAT is something he’s managed to keep hidden most of all.
I didn’t know what else to do. I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran…My legs were on the verge of giving out. My clothes were soaked with sweat, rain, and blood… some of which I don’t even think was mine.
I can’t even activate my quirk. The only outlet I have for any sort of protection? Gone.
The taste of blood in my breath halts my internal spiral. I start scanning the passing alleys for a place to rest. Dunking behind a dumpster is my only option for the moment.
Until I hear steps echoing around me. I peek around the metal box, but I can’t see anyone in the frugal light. And without my quirk… I stand no chance at getting a hint of my surroundings. A sudden thud slams against the brick, echoing every which way. When I look back, there’s a figure crouching at the entrance of the alley. Two more shadows emerge from around the corner of one of the buildings. I can’t make out anything specific, but I’m positive it’s the heroes that were tailing me.
Against my better judgement, I yell out to them, mustering the strength to sound bigger than I actually am.
“Stop following me. I want to be left ALONE.” My voices bouncing off the buildings, sounding small in even my own ears.
I wait what seems like forever on a response. But none comes. I shift around to look back and they’re GONE. I scramble to my feet and bolt for the exit, despite the objection from every fiber in my body. One foot after the other, that's all I need to focus on.
SMACK
I’m on the ground in an instant. Contained in something stiff and unrelenting. I let out a scream of frustration, the sound so continuous it borders hysteric. A thud next to me has me thrashing about, to no avail. That’s when one of my pursuers finally speak,
His hand moves to his ear. “Target secured. Approximately three miles west of initial coordinates. Checking for injuries.” His slow but practiced hand pokes at my skull, and I flinch away as much as the binding on my body allows.
“Relax kid, you’re gonna be fine.” The sound is gruff and low. With that blase tone that I always imagined heroes to have. It’s so dark I can’t even put a face to the voice above me. It infuriates me beyond measure. What infuriates me even more is his tone. *Kid.*
“Damn, they didn’t have to be so rough…” He mumbles while trying to find the source of the bleeding through the layers of red caked in my hair. I don’t even know if it’s mine or someone else's, but nonetheless I don’t let him get far. I snap my head back, not caring about the crack of my skull against the concrete, and bite his fingers as hard as my jaw will allow.
“Gah– Fuck!” A gruff shout of pain. Knowing I’ve succeeded this much, I bite down harder, Effectively breaking the skin, and if I'm not mistaken, actually breaking a bone or two.
“You little punk– Midnight I need assistance!” In a skilled motion he hooks his other hand against my jaw and forces me to let go. I put up as hard of a fight as I possibly can. Throwing my body mass around trying to hit whoever and whatever I could. But my mind grows foggy as a soft, a sickly sweet smell envelopes my senses. Shuffling feet and distant voices are the last thing I remember.