Ok! Massive plot point AWAYY! My da will have drawings of all of the characters as hero's/villains soon enough, i just have a commission or two to finish first XD (yes this chapter is short but the next will be massive, and what happens here make up for lack of wording)
Hope you enjoy, and a massive thanks to *insert deep breath* Mapleleaf250, hans-the-hero, AlphaSigma. Massive thanks to Deikuru and anyone i missed because im lazy. Please review! (considering i have 'novice' tattooed on my forehead) all constructive criticism is welcome~!
Ch. 5 Playing anti hero
Two weeks after Koaru had first told Matthew about his secret, the entire school was in the auditorium for a mandatory assembly. The teachers were sitting on the stage, most of them looking wary at the topic of the assembly.
"Goo~d morning everybody!" The dean was up at the podium on stage, looking as cheerful as ever. "As we all know, Halloween is coming up soon," The entire room exploded with cheers.
Koaru turned to Matthew.
"It's the biggest holiday of the year for most of these guys." Matthew explained.
"Yes, yes, I know" The dean continued. "But just like last year, we have some rules for you all to follow." A loud groan followed. "Number one, whatever you have planed, no civilians can get involved. Two, no deaths! Maiming, unconsciousness and hospitalizations are fine. Number three, no alternate dimensions!"
"Things get a bit weird around this time of year," Matthew whispered. "All the villains try to 'destroy' the hero's, and the hero's try to stop the villains 'once and for all'. The entire night turns into one big scare fest and brawl."
"Please follow these rules, or there will be consequences. Have a lovely day~." With that the dean hummed his way off stage. You could see Mr. Bedishmit face palm at the dean's actions.
The entire school began to get up and leave, all of them chatting about their plans for Halloween.
Matthew stayed back, waiting for the crowds to clear. He leaned back in the chair, and looked around the auditorium, locking eyes with the head of the villain department Mr. Winter, also known as General Winter.
General Winter always gave Matthew a weird vibe. The General had white hair and an ice blue eye, his right eye covered by a black eye patch. He had sharp features, and looked like the kind of man you pissed off when you had a death wish.
The General turned away when one of the teachers began to talk to him.
He really gave Matthew the creeps.
Halloween came around way too fast. All of Hetalia Academy was buzzing. You had to watch behind you to make sure you weren't hit by something flying somewhere or someone pulling something out of their locker.
Everyone had a costume, and was trying to scare the shit out of anyone who was around. There was fake blood dripping from the walls like rain, and all sorts of disgusting and terrifying props around every corner. Some kids had fainted from the stupid stunts some villains pulled.
Matthew just wanted tonight to be over with.
Around 4:30, Alfred had shown up at Matthews house begging him to dress up for Arthur's Halloween party.
"C'mon Mattie! I know you don't have anything on tonight! And I promise you wont get involved with the fights with the villains!" Alfred was dragging Matthew upstairs.
"D'accord! Ok! If it means this much to you I'll go!" The two blonds had stopped right outside Matthew's bedroom door. Matthew pulled his arm out of Alfred's grasp.
"GREAT! Thanks so much Mattie!" Alfred hugged his cousin with a bone-crushing grip
Matthew sighed. "Why are you even going to a party Alfred? Aren't you going to go fight with the rest of the heroes?"
"I am! But I want to have some fun too! And besides, I can catch some of those jerks off guard!"
"Yeah, ok." Matthew knew that the real reason was because Alfred hated scary things. He needed to be with other people to face his fears. "Fine, I'll find a costume I guess."
Matthew came out his bedroom wearing a team Canada jersey (#87) and holding a hockey stick.
"So, who are you supposed to be?" Alfred asked.
"I'm Sidney Crosby." Alfred gave a deadpanned stare. "It was the only thing I could think up on short notice." Matthew mumbled.
"Fine, it will have to do. Now C'mon! The party is gonna start soon!"
Six blocks away, at Arthur's house, the entire street was filled with music and Meta-humans wearing costumes. Matthew didn't know why he agreed to this. He felt massively out of place, he doubted Koaru would be here either.
When the two arrived at Arthur's house, most of the open space was taken. Alfred spotted a few friends of his, and waved them over.
"Al, I think I'll go and get something to eat. Alright?' Matthew really didn't want to hang out with any of his cousin's friends.
"You want to eat Iggy's food? Are you sick or something Mattie?" Alfred held a hand against Matthew's forehead.
"N-No, I just want to get something to eat."
Matthew turned and made his way towards Arthur's fire damaged kitchen. He saw a batch of Arthur's scones sitting on the living room table, looking just a bit like a pile of coals.
"Opps! S-sorry." The blond mumbled to the back he had just bumped into.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! You hit the awesome me!" Gilbert Bedishimit turned around.
"S-sorry" Matthew repeated, feeling his face heat up. He pushed passed the albino (who was dressed as a vampire for some odd reason) and maneuvered around the rest of the partygoers.
Not feeling the pair of ruby eyes on his back
Inside the kitchen was empty, with good reason. No one went into Arthur's kitchen unless they wanted to get sick. The entire place was covered with fire marks, and there was a foul smell in the air. The Canadian felt his phone vibrate.
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When Arthur came into the kitchen to get more party snacks, he found a white jersey lying on his kitchen counter.
Downtown the fights had already started. There had to be at least 30 one on one fights, but there was a massive mortal combat taking place in the middle of the street.
In one of the dozens of shadowed alleyways, the hooded man ran into the heart of the battle.
The masked man griped his staff tighter. A hero was outnumbered by at least 12 villains. Most of the villains larger than either of them. But he had faced worse than this, and he was going to leave a mission unfinished over his cold, drug-bloated corpse.
A frontal assault would be suicidal, however, picking one off at a time would be much easier.
Like lightning, he hit each villain's pressure points, needing to dodge the occasional stray blow and watch out for their abilities.
But these guys…lets just say they weren't the intellectual type. Only after eight of them had been knocked down did the rest turn to him and attack.
Really it was pathetic, each one went down with a single hit. They could barely retaliate, and none had gotten past nicking his staff.
One more whack to a substance mimicker's concrete jaw and the villains were down for the count. No, seriously, he was made of concrete.
He loosened his hold on his staff and helped the hero up. The hero, he looked like a sound manipulator, shook himself off and extended a hand out.
"Hey! Thanks man, I owe you. Gak!" A hit to his jugular and the hero was down.
"Ugh, finally you shut up." The man sighed. None of the unconscious villains or the hero had critical injures, no need for him to stay, or for them to remain awake. He turned and bounded up the alley wall, jumping from one side to the other. With a blink of an eye he was atop of one of the buildings. His vision swept across the city streets, looking for another idiotic fight.
With everything somewhat quiet, he was on his way to the next area of town. The teachers from Hetalia could deal with the rest here.
Suburbs 3:47 AM.
"Nicely done, you did a good job tonight me boy." An older redheaded man was talking to the man from his communicator.
"Thanks Tomas."
The man rubbed his eyes, willing the sleep away.
"You have a good sleep aye? Eat somethin' when ye get up, and make sure to call me back tomorra'."
"Right, bye Tomas." The man clicked off his communicator, took off his dark glasses and pulled off his hood.
A mop of curly blond hair fell around his face, framing beautiful violet blue eyes.
Matthew Williams took a deep breath; wincing as he felt a bruise on his back bloom. Kumajiro nuzzled into his side, before the Canadian flopped on the bed, barely remembering to strip down and take off his combat boots.
He was never going to get 9 hours solid sleep ever again.
Hehehe, im evil XD