Chapter 3 : Origin Pt 3

Shouto's POV

The blinding light of the hospital kept him awake, he checked his phone…. 3am it had been 45 minutes since he found the woman sitting in the alley. He had found his way to the hospital after she was picked up by paramedics, the woman hadn't be gravely injured so there she was sitting her hospital room talking to the sketch artist sent by the police.

I stood outside her room looking in she was calm even after being in a situation and ending up close to death.

"That was a foolish thing thing to do Shouto." A deep voice bellowed behind him.

"How?" My voice cold "I saved a injured woman…. isn't that what you want me to be.. a hero?" I turned to see my Father dressed in his equipment staring me down.

"We were assigned to protect Cambell's Jewellers!" His voice bellowed. Our conversation was hardly private as he shouted to the top of his lungs while we were both in a public hallway, though it was 3am nobody told us to be quiet or that we were disturbing the patients…., after all who would dare talk back to the #1 hero.

"You went off protocol!"

"And?" I quickly retorted. "Who cares about protocol our job is to save lives." I take a deep breath after realising I was holding it through my rant. "And if that means going off protocol every now and then so be it."

My father's fists slowly balled and his teeth clenched it looked our argument had escalated he opened his mouth but was cut off.

"T-the sketch is done." came from the stuttering artist.

Endeavour snatched the two sketches out of the mans hand, he hastily flipped through them before his phone went off, he handed the sketches off to me before parading off to take his call.

The two portraits stare at me with fine detail. One old with greying hair and small maroon horns upon his head he looked homeless and quite impoverished. The notes at the bottom of the page stated around 50-55 years old and around 6'5"

"The other was harder to define." stated the sketch artist who had suddenly lost his stutter.

"Sorry if my father made you nervous."

"Yeah." He chuckled "Not a lot of people can do that"

The second man was around 5'9" and stated at being at 19-25 years old he had red hair with sharp teeth he was lean and tall.

"Officer Justin Matthews." He said holding out his hand.

"So you're not actually a sketch artist?"

"Nah, he's sick today… I'm just a doodler."

"Well you're a dam fine doodler."

I looked back to see my father still arguing on his phone, his voice never dying down.

"Can I go in and talk to her while my father is busy?"

"Knock yourself out kid." He said before turning and beginning to walk away "Besides, I need some coffee."

….

The room was silent, not one of us spoke. She motioned to the jug of water on a counter across the room, I quickly understood what she meant and poured her a glass of water and handed it to her, She took it graciously before swiftly emptying the glass. She then began to speak.

"Thank you." Her voice was raspy.

"No problem"

"In a world full of heroes I end up getting saved by a teenager." She said while giving a grim chuckle.

"Well I only found you, the real people who saved you were the doctors and nurses." I muttered

"Figures, heroes aren't real."

"What?" I questioned

"He was right…. the heroes didn't help the poor and the powerless they protect the those who have the power to protect themselves…. hero are fake." She finished her voice barely more than a whisper before she asks me to leave.

My heart pounded painfully inside of me, she had lost faith in heroes those who are meant to help us… to save and protect and in a way so did I.