"No."
"What did you say to me boy?"
Izuku shakily stands up from the chair he's been sitting on, defiance shining in his dull emerald green eyes.
"I won't do it. I won't kill him."
"You will. Or else I wonder how your mother would feel when I have-"
"Stop! Please...don't...don't hurt her. I'll do it. Just leave her alone. She doesn't deserve that."
"All right then. Do it. Kill him"
Izuku takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Slowly he opens his now golden rimmed eyes and raises a shaky, scarred hand. Like a marionette, the man is slowly lifted into the air by strings invisible to the normal human eye, but clear as day for the greenette. With a flick of his wrists, the man is dead, his neck snapped.
Izuku lowered his hand down, eyes turning back to their normal hue, and ran to the side of the man he just murdered. Kneeling, he looked down at the man's lifeless eyes once vibrant with life, begging for mercy mere moments before.
"T-this is a-all my f-fault. He's d-dead and i-it's all my fault."
"I'm sorry."