Prologue, Lullaby

"Mooom, we're going to be late!"

"Look-" The green haired mother of the pestering offspring points her index towards the shop "-I think we're right on time."

Right on time indeed.

A gun was pulled out in the middle of this thick crowd of the hero merchandise shop. The startled teen at whom the gun was being pointed at immediately dropped the box of All-Might bobble heads, their skulls breaking off due to the cheap spring quality, heads will roll. The poor teenager had taken the part-time job here just to pay for a date.

Quick chain reaction after and there were screams, some of them were of agony thanks to slipping on the rolling All-Might heads and after falling being stomped on by other people who couldn't see anything but the nearest safe corner.

The crowd was headed towards the green haired mother and her child. With all of her might, Inko pushed little Izuku as far away as her frail arms could possibly manage, then

The double doors swung open…

She was on the floor…

And the shoes of those lambs were painted crimson.

But the best of this? –The gun was a fake, it's the first of April. What, can't you take a joke people?

As the chaos settled, the police found out that no one was really paying any mind to the joker, it was just the paranoid teen who'd watched too much horror movies for his own good the last night out with his girl and they were still playing tricks on him today.

The officers decided to withhold this from the six year old boy. Was it because of their worry of traumatizing the now orphan child even further or rather because they didn't want him to see the inadequacy of the adults at its fullest? Not that he would actually listen to them, no one was able get through him for the past 7 hours.

Izuku's mind was on a loop.

Mother on the floor, eyes darting desperately for an escape route.

Baloo-

Her green eyes widen in shock, a heel of another woman is sharply driven into her stomach. Her white teeth are washed in dark red.

Balee

As more breaths and feet go by, her nose gets bloody and her heavy panting sends tiny droplets of blood through the air. Her knee-length skirt makes her red and blue bruised calves visible, and they've received the least damage.

Baloo-

Footwear is being dug into her face, she cries in agony but almost chokes on the metallic-tasting blood. Izuku can smell it in the air, though not knowing what it is.

Balow

Knees are shattered and bent inwards, not even a half of the people have gone by and the panic is not promising to die out.

I let you go,

He sees her beaten eyelids close in resignation, but she turns one last time to him and shots him a bloody smile of the best of her ability. Izuku doesn't understand what that means, but he can't question it with the people spreading in width and closing off the view. He had to scoot away on the slippery surface of the floor, for his instincts were against him being eaten by the crowd. He can't see but hears the crispy sound of his mother's bones fracturing.

I let you go.

This loop would lull him to sleep in the foreseeable future.

I understand that this short piece might not make sense to some and how its related to the summary, but we will get there soon. Also, no, this won't remain this dark, although, it will have its moments but just to be sure, stick around for the next two to three chapters for the atmosphere to settle in.

Any questions, constructive criticism and suggestions are warmly welcomed.