My Hero Academia- Hunter of All Villains- Prologue
Serif's POV
Y'know… I never thought things would've ever ended out like this. As two strength enhancing Quirk villains pressed my arms and legs to the cold hard stone ground, I desperately struggled against their arms as they once again slammed my face onto the ground. I looked up to see my baby sister, Xena being pulled up by her hair. She howled in pain and was kneed in the stomach. I tried to cry out in rage but I was silenced by another villain coming out of nowhere and pressing my head further to the ground. I struggled even with my Quirk against the villains barely getting sight of what they were doing to my baby sister.
The villain in front of me had a twisted smile as he threw Xena into the wall, stepping on her leg and slowly adding pressure which was crushing her bones. I released an inaudible growl which resonated within the loud gunshots and booming throughout the town. The villains were going all out. They were raiding my town and I don't even know why! This place was a poor dump, so why would any villain no matter how poor want to raid this place!? I couldn't think straight as the blasts of rubble and rock flew everywhere due to the villains raiding the town blowing stuff up, the shattering of glass and the screams of others distracting my mind and making me lose all sense of composure. The cackles of the villain beating my sister made not only my blood boil but it made heat irradiate off my palms.
I continued my struggle to get up as my entire arm began to blister with blue plasma-like energy. Though the villains didn't notice it I could feel my eyes burning with red energy as my chest and stomach began to glow blue as well, the veins in my body burning with blue bio-energy. I couldn't contain it, I had to save my sister! Suddenly, several ribbons of light grey cloth wrapped themselves around the villain attacking my sister and stopping him dead in his track. Seconds later a man dressed in all black, wearing a utility belt and black boots. His face was a tanish white and he had a stubble growing across his face. On his eyes was a pair of yellow goggles which resembled a medieval helmet visor. Through the visor I could see a pair of two glowing red eyes.
I then noticed the villains that were pressing me to the ground were shocked and had let off some pressure. Taking the chance I slipped my right arm out of a villain's grasp and the blue plasma-like energy consumed my fist to halfway up my elbow. I swiftly and angrily plunged my fist into the ground creating a small crater before my hand sunk into the ground and the ground under the villains who were trapping me began to illuminate with the same plasma-like energy causing them to snap out of their shock but by then it was much too late, three eruptions of rock and bio-energy sent the villains who were on top of me straight into buildings, trees and the street as I slowly got up and ripped my arm out of the ground.
"Kid, are you okay?" The man who I assumed was a hero asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine but please… We n-need to help my sister." I told him stumbling up off the ground and limping slowly over to Xena.
When I arrived at her body, I noticed her chest was labored and that she was taking rapid breaths. I held my left shoulder in pain, it had been dislocated. Gritting my teeth and tightly gripping my shoulder I could hear the hero walk up to me as I hissed in pain.
"Kid, you need medical attention. I'll help your sister let's just get you to a hospital. Other heroes are cleaning up the town as we spe-!" The hero tried to tell me before he flinched in shock and cringed deeply.
The reason he did that was because I threw my dislocated shoulder into a tree as hard as I could which let out a sickening crack, as my shoulder painfully snapped back into place. Letting out a gasp for air I walked over to my sister and picked up my body, ignoring my body's pained cries that tried to tell me to stop moving.
"Please, help me get her to a hospital or something! I can't lose her!" I begged the hero who had finished recoiling from the disgusted shock.
"A-Alright kid, follow me." The hero told me as his scarf rested around his neck once more.
The two of us then ran to the exit of town, I desperately held my sister's limp body as she coughed up blood onto my ripped black shirt. I looked down as my tears unconsciously dripped onto Xena's body, breaking against her frail body. Xena's plasma blue hair which flowed like a river down to her waist, swinging side to side and dirtied with her blood and mine. Her fair silky white skin cut, bruised, broken and bleeding as I held her broken leg in a way which didn't agitate the wound further, her blood seeping from the cuts in her body as the crimson droplets touched my skin. Her light blue dress torn up and now ragged as pieces of it flutter off into the ruins of the town we once resided in. Blood running from her head and eyes as her hair draped over it, stopping me from seeing the horror that was under it.
It felt like we had been running for hours and my adrenaline was finally starting to run dry as pain seared throughout my veins. I growled in pain and fought myself, forcing my body to continue even though I was battered myself. After a couple more minutes I finally could see the ambulances in sight, I was about to smile when my Quirk's sense roared to life alerting me of a great danger to both Xena and my life.
"HEY!" I yelled to the hero who turned quickly as I swung Xena in my arms before throwing her to him. "CATCH!" I yelled, causing the hero to panic for a second before he promptly caught Xena in his arms, careful as to not agitate her wounds.
"What the hell k-! BEHIND YOU!" The hero yelled in a panic as his eyes flared to life, his hair and scarf floating upwards.
It was too late however, I snapped my body around only to see a massive red fist barrelling towards me. I brace myself as the massive red fist picks me up and takes me away from the hero and my sister.
"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" I screamed a second before I was too far away.
The massive fist then threw me several hundred yards into a large clearing where I skidded across the grass several times before smashing into a large boulder, shattering the rock into mere rubble. I groaned as I landed on my stomach and looked up, placing my fist onto the ground for support. Who I saw was a man in torn military pants with the shredded remains of a shirt on his waist. He wasn't wearing any shoes as his feet looked more animalistic and more dogish. His skin was almost a bloodied dark reddish black and he had eight-pack abs. His muscles were bulging and large. His hands were large and they had extremely sharp claw-like nails at the ends of them. His head looked almost like a canine's but his facial skin was pulled back and his hair went onto his back which had long spines jutting out of it. He had a pair of massive horns jutting out of his head which dripped with fresh blood. He. Looked. Pissed.
He stepped towards me slowly as I picked myself off the ground. He stopped about in the middle of the clearing and snorted in a challenging manner, causing steam to puff out of his nose. I sloppily anchored myself on the ground and used a tree as a crutch. This villain wanted to kill me, he wanted to challenge my position in the Hierarchy. He was going to give me a fair fight for my life. Though it wasn't really fair as I was heavily wounded. It didn't really matter though.
With a serious and dead set expression I pushed myself into the clearing to face my challenger. Standing messily in the clearing I began to draw bio-energy from the area. Slowly and roughly, the veins in my body burned brightly with the bio-energy and the once lush area of the forest we were standing in became nothing more than a radius of dead tree filled graves, as the life energy in the forest was taken and sent into me, healing all my previous wounds and restoring me and my strength.
Letting out a dry huff of air, I opened my eyes and looked directly at the challenger, his face still angered and dead set on killing me. My eyes flashed brightly with golden energy and my teeth sharpened, my fingers swiftly turned into claws and I tore my already shredded shirt to the side, revealing my white tanned skin and my eight-pack abs, my arms with semi-large muscles and my numerous scars all over my chest, stomach, arms and back.
On my left arm was a couple of scars from my earlier fights. A large triple claw mark running over my biceps and triceps. On my flesh near my wrist was a massive but healed burn scar which ran almost up to my elbow. On my right arm was a singular but massive electrical lightning scar which ran onto my back and stopped near my elbow where the scar started. On my back there was the lightning scar which danced across my back but overlapping it and covering the scar's streams was dozens of others scars. The largest of them all was a five clawed scar that went vertically straight down my back, running over my spinal cord. The next batch of scars was one that was angled diagonally and went straight from the upper part of my left shoulder blade out to the underside of my left arm, that spot had been the one which took the most time to heal as it went through my heart and almost killed me but I survived and I can still fight.
Dozens of other smaller claw scars went up and down my back but they were all pretty small but then there was my chest, which the scar that had gone through my heart also is visible as it almost cut my arm off additionally and almost cut my left lung in half. On the other side of my chest was a large and crooked glacial scar which had already healed but still stung every so often with a freezing chill, and in the middle of it was a pinkish fading claw print. On the lower half of my ribs was an old explosion scar which was in the middle of my chest and led into my heart scar. On my stomach laid the largest scar surrounded by several other, smaller scars. In the middle of my stomach was a circular scar which resembled that of a sun and surrounding that was several other star-like scars. Above that was one that went around the whole of my body making it seem like I had been cut in half, was an extremely long slash scar that had also been burned closed. This scar had almost killed me as well.
The rest of the clothes I wore was a tight but loose pair of black pants which the pant legs of were tightly stuffed into my black leather boots which the laces of were tied around my legs like leather straps, tightly securing my shoes to my feet unallowing of the boots to slip off when I fight. I walked calmly and steadily into the middle of the clearing where my challenger met me. He stood a few inches taller than my height of five feet, four inches and we looked straight into each other's eyes, recognizing one another as challenged and challenger. After a couple of seconds the two of us huffed and turned away from the other, walking to the other side of the clearing.
Once we both made it opposite sides of the clearing we both turned and looked directly at each other. He got into some kind of stance where he got onto all fours and leaned into a pouncing stance, while I on the other hand got into a stance where my right arm was reeled back in a way that made it seem like I was going to punch something and my legs were leaned forward in a way which made it seem like I was going to start running.
I won't lose. I WILL NEVER LOSE! I told myself before launching off at blinging speeds as my challenger blasted off as well, running on all fours towards me as we would meet in the middle. As we rocketed off from our positions dirt, grass and rock flew up from the ground and I reeled my right arm back even more as we barreled towards one another, my arm glowing sapphire blue with an enormous amount of bio-energy. The challenger leapt at me and reeled his left arm back as it too glowed but with an enormous amount of dark blue electrical energy before we met at the middle of the clearing and sent our fists careening against one another.
Third POV
The resulting impact caused a massive shockwave of power and energy, the energy expanded and the two of them were consumed by the white orb of energy and the challenger released an angered howl of agonizing rage as Serif stayed silent. The energy continued to expand and eat everything in its wake as hundreds of yards away the pro hero that had saved Seif and his sister, who was called Eraserhead, looked upon the explosion of energy and filled with worry he made sure that my sister was safe with a healer hero before taking off along with pro heroes Hawks, Endeavor, All Might, Midnight and Present Mic to go investigate and see if Serif was alright as they saw the energy explosion turning into a whirlpool of bio-energy which then exploded with energy sending a gust of wind blowing everything in its path away.
The heroes all had to stop and brace themselves as All Might grabbed Hawks and protected him from getting blown away by the powerful wind. "What the hell is going on out there?!" Midnight yelled in shock as she struggled to brace herself.
"I don't know, but whatever it is I just hope that kid is okay!" Eraserhead responded as he too had difficulties bracing himself. After a few seconds the wind had ceased and the pro heroes stopped bracing themselves. "C'mon, let's go!" Eraserhead told everyone as he ran ahead of them all, pushing his way through the forest underbrush, noticing that the trees had suddenly died in an area of the forest.
It took several minutes for the pro heroes to make their way into the clearing where they all had to stop at the clearing's edge, for taking place right in the middle of the clearing the bloodiest and most one sided fight they had ever seen between a villain and a civilian.
Standing on one side of the clearing was the challenger who looked like he'd been through hell. His left arm from the elbow down was completely torn off, shreds of flesh still dangling off the open wound as his right arm was placed over it in an attempt to slow the bleeding. His face was heavily disfigured and barely recognizable as a massive bruise had swollen his right eye shut and his snout was dented inwards. His chest was bleeding from several deep gashes going across his body, one of them running across his stomach and oozing with crimson liquids. One of his horns was snapped off at the base and blood leaked and spurted out of the wound as his other horn was still attached but was shattered and broken. Most of the hair he had on his head and back was now just singed remnants of what it once was. His right leg was also heavily damaged as it had one of the challenger's horns impaling it and it was the same horn which had been ripped out of the skull of the challenger and now was just a bleeding hole. He was barely standing.
The gore was too much for Present Mic as he had to run behind one of the dead trees and vomit his lunch out onto the forest floor. Hawks was in awe and fell to his knees in pure horror. Midnight released a feral scream of terror and dropped her whip before falling to the ground, landing on her rear end. Endeavor was in pure shock, he had never seen this much blood and gore throughout his entire career of being a hero. All Might was in a state of shock and horror as he had never seen something like this and not even his injury which caused the complete removal of most of his internal organs and stomach could compare to the injuries that the challenger had received.
Eraserhead was in disbelief as standing on the other side of the clearing was the kid he had saved, the very same kid who had popped a dislocated shoulder back into place and the same kid who had been bleeding so much that he could barely walk much less fight was now standing calmly as can be with the challenger's blood sprayed all over his torso, seemingly untouched and covered in old scars, his hair messily bouncing in the slow breeze. This was impossible! That kid was no more than ten years old and he was fighting what seemed to be an extremely experienced villain that was at least twice his age and was winning!?
"What the hell?" Eraserhead mumbled in shock at the scene before the kid, Serif began to speak again.
"Yield and I will get you to a hospital. There's no need for you to die." Serif told the challenger.
"F-Fck! Yu…!" The challenger spat out weakly as he ran at Serif with a fast limp.
"I didn't want to do this." Serif sighed with an apologetic voice.
The challenger let go of his left arm's stump and swung his right arm at Serif's head with full force only for Serif to block it with his right hand, the wind pressure from the attack uprooting part of the ground with a shockwave. Serif kept a hold of the challenger's arm and ducked under it, ending up behind the brute. He then placed his left hand on the challenger's shoulder and twisted the challenger's right arm forcefully in the wrong direction causing the heroes to cringe and for Present Mic to vomit even more as an audible snap erupted throughout the forest followed by the challenger's cry of pain as Serif let the now broken arm of his challenger limply hang by the challenger's side. Serif then kicked the back of the challenger's left knee causing him to kneel to one leg. The challenger wailed with a pissed roar as he tried to get up only to find Serif's arms wrapped around his head, he was silent knowing what came next.
"I'm sorry." Serif told the challenger before speedily pulling the challenger's head in both directions causing it to spin momentarily like a beyblade as a crack rang out in the forest.
The challenger's body ceased tensing up and his head swiveled like a bobble head on his neck as Serif let his challenger's body crumble to the forest floor with a thump as it hit the ground, causing dust to puff up from the ground. The pro heroes looked at the scene in shock as a ten year old boy just effortlessly took a villain's life. They knew it had to have been self defence due to Eraserhead's explanation but they didn't know that this would happen.
Serif stood straight up before turning the challenger's lifeless corpse over so that his face was pointed upwards, his eyes still half open from the moment he died.
Closing his challenger's eyes, Serif said: "May the Sapphire Star guide your soul to peace." softly as he stood back up, his back now facing the heroes. "I apologize that you all had to witness that, but he gave me no other choice." He told the heroes without looking back.
"What do you mean he gave you no choice?!" Endeavor yelled in anger. "There's always a choice and you just murdered him!"
Snapping his body to face the Number Two Hero, revealing his tear leaking eyes, Serif roaring in anger at the fiery hero. "YOU THINK I KILLED HIM FOR FUN!? YOU THINK I WANTED HIM DEAD!?" Serif screamed causing Endeavor to flinch at the tone the heavily scared boy was using. "I never wanted to kill him, I told him to surrender five times within the duration of our fight! He knew that he was going to lose yet he still chose to fight me! If you're going to arrest me, don't expect me to go down without a fight because I know for a fact you all heard me give him one last chance and I know for a fact that the law won't do anything to me for killing a villain who would've murdered me in self defence!" Serif roared once more as he stomped up to Endeavor, his eyes flooding with tears. Serif looked straight into Endeavor's eyes and screamed. "I don't give a DAMN about your fucking quirk laws and how I have to have a license! you don't think I've tried to get heroes to help me and my sister?! News flash for you shitbrain! EVERY HERO WHO'S TRIED TO FIGHT ONE OF THESE BASTARDS HAVE DIED LEAVING ME TO FIGHT THEM IN THEIR PLACE!" Serif yelled, taking deep breaths and catching his breath. "So 'Hero'," He began softly, causing Endeavor to flinch at the harshness in Serif's voice. "What the fuck are you going to do now?" He asked walking away from Endeavor and into the forest back to the smoking ruins of the town.
After that rampage all the pro heroes were stunned. They didn't know how to react but Eraserhead couldn't help but smile as Endeavor was frozen stiff at getting his ass handed to him. But what Serif had said made him think. The pro's that did try to help him had died? How powerful are the guys that are after him? He wondered in his thoughts until he was snapped out of them by a whump. Turning around he saw that Serif had fallen over, face first into the grass passed out due to exhaustion. Eraserhead, or by his real name Shota Aizawa sighed before leaving the others to their thoughts but was joined by Present Mic and Midnight or their real names, Hizashi Yamada and Nemuri Kayama.
Aizawa picked the unconscious ten year old up and began to walk towards the ruined town as Nemuri and Hizashi walked on either side of him. "So… What's going to happen to the kid? For that matter what's his name?" Hizashi asked as he walked alongside his friends.
"I don't really know but for now he and his sister can stay with me." Aizawa told them, getting a slightly shocked reaction from Nemuri.
"Are you sure Shota? Something tells me that this kid has seen more combat than most pro's." Nemuri asks for confirmation.
"I'm sure about it. Plus going off of what he told us when he raged at Endeavor back there, he hasn't exactly had any kind of a childhood. He's probably self taught in both combat and education." Aizawa confirms with a small nod.
"Y'know, I'm pretty sure Nezu will want to know about this." Hizashi chuckles loosely as the three of them including the unconscious Serif make their way into the ruined town and get into an ambulance which contains the heavily bandaged and also unconscious Xena.
The rest of the day was spent watching over Serif and Xena as the two siblings rested in hospital beds right next to one another. Sleeping soundly as their lives began to forever change.