MHPP-KC: Revenge of the Mad Bomber

Prequel to My Hero Pen-Pal. Years ago, Bobby Walker helped bring down a madman by taking the place of a mall full of hostages and distracting him long enough for Pro-Heroes to bring him in. Now, the Mad Bomber has escaped and is out for revenge, and his Quirk boosted to superhuman levels. Throw in a long-lost relative on top of blooming young love, and Every-Man has his work cut out for him.

Prologue

Gehanna Prison

Off the cost of San Francisco, LA

Security was both tighter than ever, yet ever so slightly more carefree. The guards still did their rounds, making sure that the worst of the worst American villains and criminals stayed in their cells.

For today was the last day in the life of one of the convicts.

Since the development of Quirks, many nations had abandoned the concept of capital punishment in favour of Anti-Quirk lives in prison. America was one of the few exceptions; if a villain was despicable enough, they'd get an injection.

And few Villains were loathed as today's to be-executed.

A door slid away, as an angry guard walked into a padded room.

"Alright Jingo, time to get moving."

The prisoner in question winced at the guard's command and turned, shaking like a frightened child.

"P-p-p-please..." he whimpered. "Just let it end...D-don't hurt me no more..."

Years ago, he had been a large, hulking brute of a man who had rivalled the likes of All Might and Commander Comet. He'd been confident, sadistic and a proud, card-carrying sociopath few had the bravery to face and even fewer would battle without fear of death. Many said it had been a stroke of luck he had finally been captured during his New York Rampage.

Now, years later and mere minutes before his death; he had shrunk and withered to the size of a teenager. His skin's tone had faded, making him look far older than he actually was. His mighty muscles were nonexistent; in fact it looked like he was about to keel over without the injection. In place of his left eye was a mass of burnt flesh shaped oddly enough like a star and sores shaped like knuckles decorated his body.

"Follow us and it will be."

The other guards glared at the man with disgust as he truged along, making no attempt to hide their conversations.

"About time we got rid of him."

"Too damn long, if you ask." His partner growled, pushing the condemned along. "I lost some great friends in his Detroit Bomb"

"You should be so lucky; my boyfriend was at ground zero of his last bomb."

"And to think he was considered a national hero."

"I wish the Walkers HAD killed him when they came. Doubt anyone would fault them, after what he did to their son."

While no one noticed, Jingo grumbled a little, as if irritated enough to forget he'd soon be killed.

As if what Commander Comet had done to him for pummelling that 8 year old wasn't enough (she had torn out one his eyes and ruptured his voice box!) upon being thrown into the cell he'd spent the last 8 or 9 years, he had found he wasn't alone: the entire Walker clan, enraged tears in their eyes, had been waiting for him:

The Grey Hero John Doe, #2 American Hero. A controversial hero, even more than his father, Ink-Bolt the Black-White Hero, whose actions created the Illegal branch of heroes known as Vigilantees. A skilled gunslinger and powerful wrestler, rivaling Endeavour in most accomplished cases and a regular on the front lines of any war or peace-keeping operation the USA takes any part of. In interviews, he often stated that all he cared about was eliminating the newest threat and ensuring the safety of the future. And with his Quirk; Grey Gaze, which enables him to see through lies and view the thoughts of those he fights, few fault him.

Current Matriarch; Marion Maid, the idol of millions; beautiful, successful...and pretty darn strong too. While she's never made the top lists (despite many wishing she would) she was without a doubt one of the most beloved heroines in America, doing charity work and community services on top of fighting Villains and encouraging girls follow their dreams. With her Quirk, Pain Power Point, she can share the pain and emotions of all in her area with her targets. She credited this to her amazing career and success, along with her long and happy marriage to John Doe and motherhood.

What the current generation of the Walkers was most famous for was the sextuplet sibling team; the Walker Sister Marshals. Each of them was beautiful, skilled and dedicated to saving the day. They were also a famed, multi-award winning band and the idol of many tween and teen girls all over the world; taking both their own feelings on the field and fan letters for their inspiration. In battle or on the stage, they each wore a different single coloured cowgirl outfit

What only a handful of people knew, is that there was one more Walker…A single son, born seven years after his sisters. Sadly, circumstances had led to his existence being hidden from the public for years, and when he was known, declared dead after Mason had kidnapped and seemingly killed him.

Mason had spent two years in intensive care after they were done with him.

But in spite of it all, he took pride in ruining that boy's life; in his mind: That brat's family and other heroes had destroyed his way of life by making solider-work something anybody with a Quirk could do. Where was the blood, sweat and tears that went in to training? And for such mundane tasks as saving civilians and getting sponsors?

It was an insult to all Mason knew about the world.

(AN: This is NOT meant to make Mason sympathetic.)

So a few weeks ago, when he had seen the boy under a different name get to the semi-finals of the New York Tournament of Titans, Mason had suffered something akin to a breakdown, which had sped up his execution date.

Mason was brought out of his thoughts by the opening of a door: Right in the smack dab of this room was the table, needles, priest and witnesses that would see him taken off this mortal coil.

"Come on, at least die with a smidge of diginty." One of the guards snapped.

"Is...this monster crying?"

The whimpering suddenly changed into chuckles as Mason struggled in his straught jacket before looking up.

His hand was now free...and he was smirking evilly.

"ALARM!"

Too late; the guard's head exploded from his body, blood and ash splattering all over. The madman, now laughing maniacally, produced a pistol from his free sleeve, shooting the priest before he jumped up in the air to avoid the tasers and bullets. His boots fell off as he leapt onto a wall, using explosions to propel himself and kill two more guards messily.

The Warden took in a deep breath, prepared to send this monster flying with his Howling Hurricane quirk, but one of Mason's boots was rammed into his mouth as the Villan smiled evilly.

"Morning, Warden."

The man had no time to scream before a hand wrapped around his face and soon, blood splattered around the room. All in the room soon joined him.

"Try to clean that up...heroes." Mason smirked evilly, delight at the sight of blood and death all around him. He then slammed his hand onto the ground and then leapt through the hole he'd created into the sewers, where he found scuba gear.

As the escaped villain leapt into the murky water and began to swim into the bay of the Golden City, had had only one goal on his mind; the utter destruction of the life of a young boy.

"I'm coming for you, Walker. And this time, NO heroes are going to be able to help you."

Happy Halloween, Readers!

This story was originally to be a 'Remembrance Day' story with a message about the difference between glorifying war and honouring the heroes who defend us, and I do hope to have it completed by then.

However, Mason Jingo has become one of, if not THE most terrifying and or despicable villain I've yet created, so in light of Halloween, I felt like setting the ground for him at the very least.

So, what can you hope to expect from this OC villain?

If you've read 'My Hero Pen-Pal', you'll remember him being mentioned as making Shigaraki and Muscular look like saints, as well as the footnotes version of his and Bobby's past. If you've seen either version of 'Cape Fear' you'll get a decent idea of his general motivations in this story. Add in a few war-monger and blood knight tendencies...

That's all i feel like sharing now.

Read and review, would ye kindly? I may or may not post another chapter later.

Keep safe this Halloween.