I know I have a few other stories I'm working on right now, but I've always loved the idea of writing about people with powers. Plus, I think this story will work well with some of the ideas flowing around in my head. Just to give all of you a heads up, the main OC in this story is named Kiara (For those of you who have read some of my other stories, you probably have a good idea of Kiara's appearance and personality. However, please note that while Kiara may be the main base character in my stories, know that each story is as unique as the anime/manga itself).
Also, please note that we are starting this story right after the Hero Killer Arc and everyone has returned from their internships.
Summary:
(AU of the Hero Killer Arc ending) 80% of the world's population have been blessed with quirks - some stronger then others. Yet even among them are those whose powers surpass the natural limits set by the rest of society. The 0.0001% whose powers rival the heroes of myth and legend. What does it mean to be a hero? What does it mean to be S-class?
Enjoy!
Fog. Everything around her was covered in fog.
It blurred her surroundings, making them distorted and dark. It was strange though. She was inside her house, in the hallway that lead to her father's study. She had walked down that hall hundreds of time, but the fog had transformed it into a place she did not recognize. Devoid of color, the atmosphere around her was bleak and foreboding, and the further she walked, the darker in became.
The door to her father's study was consumed in darkness, she could barely see the outline of the door.
'This isn't right.' The words echoed in the back of her mind. She knew this scenario wasn't supposed to be like this, it was too dangerous, any sane person would have just turn around and walked away. But it was also so familiar to her. Minus the fog - and the darkness -, she was positive she had been in this situation before.
She pushed the door open. It was pitch black inside, and it took a minute for her eyes to adjust, but even in the minimal light she could a black shadows covering the floor and the walls. They was murky and twisted, coming from a magic circle that had consumed the room. They snaked and curled around they room, leaving no object untouched.
No, it wasn't magic. A quirk did this.
Hesitantly, she placed one foot into the room, half expecting the shadows to crawl up her leg. It was a thought that was too familiar to her, a sort of deja vu. When nothing happened she took another step, and slowing continued to walked into the room.
The shadows made the room unrecognizable, everything around her had been swallowed by the shadows, and the longer she stayed in the study, the more confused and frightful she became.
'This isn't right,' she thought again. She turned around to leave the room, but not before her foot hit something. It was soft and warm, something one would not expect to find in a place like this. She looked down.
And then her heart stopped.
Two figures - two people - were lying on the floor, covered in the shadows. They were holding each other, but they weren't moving.
At the site, the girl stumbled back, hands covering her mouth in shock. Her eyes were wide with fright and her body suddenly became weak. Her chest was tight and breath hesitant, she couldn't tear her eyes from the people in front of her. Tears welled up in her eyes as her legs gave out and her sunk to the floor. She knew those people.
'Mom...Dad...'
'Why are you surprised, my dear?' A voice in the darkness that asked. It was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, its tone was that of sadistic delight, as though its owner was taking absolute pleasure in her terror.
'It's not as though this is the first time you've seen them in this state, you know that,' she would have blocked it out if she could, but the voice's words echoed inside her mind, making it impossible to unhear. Still staring at her parents, a fat tear rolled down her cheek.
'Hey, it's okay,' the voice's tone was sweeter now, as though it was trying to comfort her. 'It's going to be alright. I'm here for you, my dear. I will never let anything hurt you.' She shook her head, not believing a word that was being said.
'It's true, my dear,' the voice continued, 'we'll protect each other. With the power of our quirks there is nothing we cannot achieve together. Just trust me."
She continued to shake her head.
'Trust me,"
'No!'
Silence. There was nothing but silence after that. Then the shadows suddenly began to expand, consuming everything that had been caught in them; the floors, the walls, the furniture - everything. Watching her parents sink into the darkness was the worst of it, for it left her alone in a dark empty space.
'You will trust me in time. Remember, you don't have a choice.'
With that, the blackness that was once the floor gave out, and her body plunged deeper into the darkness.
Kiara gasped.
Lying on her bed, she could see the rays of moonlight seeping through her window into her room. She laid there for several moments, forcing on her breathing while trying to comprehend what she had just seen. Seeing the rays of moonlight -the light itself - helped.
Slowly, she sat up. Looking around at the familiar things in her room, than she turned to look at the moon though the window by her bed.
"It was a dream..." she spoke out loud to herself.
The door to her room suddenly opened to reveal a old woman. "Kiara, what's wrong? I thought I heard you screaming."
"I'm fine, Baya," she gave the old woman a soft, reassuring smile, not sure if she could see it in the light. "I just had a bad dream. That's all." She had to make sure her tone was reassuring as well or the woman wouldn't leave her alone.
"Hmm," her grandmother responded, she wasn't convinced, but she grabbed the handle and closed the door without another word. Kiara signed.
"Was it a dream?" She whispered to herself, "or was it a nightmare?" No, she knew it was neither. It was a memory. One that she had tried to forget, but still haunted her even after seven years. Even if she could forget, he would make her remember it again.
The images of that day flashed through her mind yet again, but as upsetting as they were, they were no longer her main concern. He was planning something.
Kiara looked up at the moon again and came up with only one conclusion.
"This cannot be good."
Miles away, three figures walked through the forest outside Musutafu City. Everything was quite, not surprising because the infamous Hero Killer had finally been captured just days before. It was human natural, some would say, to relax and celebrate after a threat to their society has been apprehended. The thought of a vulnerable city made one of the figures smirk.
"Talk about letting your guard down," he said. " If we attacked the city right now we could do some intense damage before anyone realized what was going on. Don't you think big guy?"
The person he was referring to was quite larger then him and their other companion, he worn a dark cloak that covered his face and body. The large man didn't even look at him when he responded.
"I think it would be fun to see some Pro Heroes watch helplessly as I destroy their precious city," the man's mouth was covered, but his companions didn't have to see it to know he was smiling. The first man suddenly frowned at the words.
"Quite," their third member said, the tone of the word made the other two men freeze as he walked up to them. "We are here for one specific reason. I do not want us to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves while we're here," he glance at the large man with the promise of murder in his eyes, "Do I make myself clear?"
The large man grunted, while the other man simply nodded his head.
"Good." With that, the third man took the lead in front of his cohorts as they continued forward. When they reached the forest's edge, they found themselves looking down on the outskirts of the city and walked back towards the forest.
"We will rest here for now," the third man pronounced. "Once dawn comes we will head into the city." With his orders given he walked away from the group and sat down next to a tree. He leaned back to look at the night sky. It was only a matter of time until dawn came, then they would put his plan into action.
"What is it, Johan?" He didn't have to look at the young man to know he was there. Part of his quirk's ability was being able to sense and absorb the negative emotions radiating from people; and right then, Johan was giving off the emotion of serious concern.
Johan didn't say anything, instead he sat down need to him.
"Speak your mind Johan, I do not want to force you." He could, they both knew that. But Johan had served him with unwavering loyalty for years, and thus deserved a warning.
"I don't trust him Master," he spoke softly, referring to the large man he had been forced to acknowledge as a 'companion'. His master just smiled.
Johan's master hummed,"I know. I'm not particularly fond of him either, but as it stands we need his quirk if we want our plan to be successful. Besides, you have to admit his quirk is very powerful. One of a kind even."
"Even so," Johan said looking back at the large man, "are you sure this is absolutely necessary? We've kept a low profile up to this point, no one knows - or even remembers - us. But what we're about to do here, the crime we're about to commit, it..."
"Will make us the most wanted villains in the country," his master finished nonchalantly. "I know, Johan."
"So..."
"It is necessary. What we are about to do is absolutely necessary if we are to achieve our ultimate goal."
"But we're running out of time."
Johan's master just smirked. The rays of morning began to peak over the trees, Johan hadn't realized how long they had been talking. Looking over to there large companion, he saw that he hadn't moved from his spot.
"Are you doubting me, Johan?"
"Never, sir," he said back to his master. He responded to him with no hesitation in his voice.
"Then trust me when I say that what we're about to accomplish here will bring us one step closer to making our dream a reality, and so all of us can utilize the full potential of our quirks." He then turned to Johan and beckoned his to come closer. Once he had, his master placed his lips next to Johan's ear.
"Depending on how everything processes we will not need our other companion for much longer; and I will let you dispose of him when them time is right. For now, just be patient and follow my orders. Okay?"
His words made Johan's breath halt, but only for a moment. "Yes, Master Haou."
Haou smile widened ever so slightly, "Excellent."
With that, the two of them went towards their companion before they all heading out of the forest. The sun was know rising into the sky, its light reflecting off the windows of U.A. Academy in the distance.
Okay, I know that was a little vague but I wanted to create some suspense. Besides this was just the prologue. Also, please be advised that while I will be taking characters from other anime and manga series and putting them in this story, this is not a crossover story. My methods for this story are pretty much the same as my Magi-vampire Seraph of the End story. Please treat these characters like OCs.
Other than that...Love it? Don't love it? I wish to hear your thoughts and reviews.
P.S. The next chapter will start off with Kirishima and Sero making fun of Bakugo's hair (Spoiler Alert).
