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The pain wasn't as bad as before, but the hallucinations were worse. The bats swirled around him when he was awake and asleep. They poured out of his knife wound, and flew in and out of his head. The screeching filled his ears and he could even feel their wings as they scratched him, looking for a feast to sate their appetite.
The place Tadashi had decided to call his home for the time being was no more than a shack that just happened to have a decent amount of electricity. It seemed to be abandoned a while ago when prices for houses in the city lowered and transport prices had suddenly boomed. Since then, people lived in the city, and nearly no one lived this far out anymore. The ground was covered in dirt, but well water still ran, and with a makeshift generator, electricity was possible to support all his technology.
Tadashi lay on a cot, bandages wrapped around his chest, blood still seeping through. As his eyes opened, he thought momentarily that he would be in his own room, Hiro sleeping on the other side of the room, but all he saw were the piles of trash and dirt against the wall and the smear of blood that had turned brown in the days he had been asleep. He sat up, ignoring the pain in his chest, to stumble to the sink and stick his head underneath the faucet, guzzling as much water as he could. He pulled his head from under the faucet to see Baymax, recently inflated, standing in the middle of the room.
"I was alerted to your awakening. You have lost a lot of blood and have been unconscious for over a week. How would you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?"
"Eight." Tadashi groaned, water dripping down his chin. It hurt, but the burning had been worse.
He sat on the counter, breathing deeply as Baymax redressed his wound and applied more medicine. He would have to find an easier way to fight that wouldn't end up with him falling down a well with a knife in his body.
The next night, he made his way to the middle of town where the police station was. While a group of cars went out to deal with a situation, Tadashi snuck in and out the side door, the only proof he was there, a missing bulletproof vest and a police radio. His next endeavor went slightly better, leaving him only with minor bruises and an ache from a pulled stitch in his side. This time though, he had the claim that he stopped a petty thief, making off with over 500 dollars from a late night grocery store. He left the scene before the police arrived, leaving the man knocked out, and the bag 100 dollars lighter. As much as he hated stealing like the thief, he had to eat somehow.
The following months, he stole into the night, making himself a name as a masked vigilante, all the while, building up his arsenal to prepare the inevitable fight between him and Yokai. What he didnt know, is that while he was being bashed by the media, he was being idolized by one boy in particular.
A/N: Will be updating every Thursday as long as I can with this story. I have a lot planned.
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