Prologue: A Hero

Liam was confident in his abilities as a Hero recruiter. In fact, a lot of people were confident in his abilities. He was responsible for giving dozens of pro Hero's the chance to get where they are today. And while he didn't receive much media recognition, it was the success of his clients that made it all worthwhile.

He had always loved Heros. The ability to face danger head-on and rescue people with selfless actions. It made his heart swell in excitement. Yet, he didn't want to be a Hero himself. No, he wanted to help Heroes. To make them better and show the world just how amazing they can be.

At age seven he received his quirk.

At age thirteen he knew what he wanted to do to achieve such a goal.

Being able to scale the basic information of who a person has helped him weigh the potential in people. For example, a person with a green ring on their neck meant they were peaceful and prone to be the delegator when arguments arise. And depending on the hue of the color he could point out the intensity of a personality and if held one trait or the other. Such as red. A color that could mean evil but also mischievousness or boundless love.

It was a complicated system he still had trouble deciphering, but years of practice had paid off. After studying Heroes and the colors they sport Liam was able to tell who had potential. And when he found a candidate, he never thought twice about approaching them.

Until he saw them.

Liam had been walking home when he got caught in a barricade. Turned out the elusive Gidget had made their appearance and was being chased down. So to create fewer openings for escape they held the crowds back. Liam was familiar enough with this and decided to wait it out. The speed type Hero Jet was involved so it was only a matter of time.

And then it happened.

The glass shattered from a third story building catching the eye of everyone. They're flying through the sky was the most curious figure Liam had seen. A figure dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with a black sleeveless vest and cargo pants. They glittered with the sun's light, covered with so many tools and gadgets you'd think she was prepared for even the craziest of situations. Yet, the prominent object she had was the pair of roller golden blades with ornate feathers sticking out the back.

Liam was still in awe when the shockingly small person landed before the crowd. He couldn't see their face, a pair of goggles and a lower face mask covering every feature. However, he could see her neck, and that was what shocked him the most.

Blue - Strength and Confidence.

Yellow - Intelligence and Imagination

Purple - Sensitivity and Wisdom.

Light Green - Peace, Innovation, and Neutrality.

And bright red - Excitement and Mischievousness.

Each one was the same. Not one is bolder than the other. The first four traits of a great hero. The last one was a surprise.

And that's what both scared and excited him the most.

There were plenty of Hero's with all these colors, but one usually outweighed the others. Others usually had two to three of these colors. Yet, this person, the elusive Gidget, had them all.

And they were a villain.

The world was drowned in white noise. The only thing Liam remembered afterward was Jet flying in after her, eyes full of annoyance and frustration. Then, he was back home, mind still reeling from the revelation.

Gidget wasn't caught that day.

That was a few years ago. In the present, Gidget had been caught, but no one knew what happened to them afterward. There was no reveal of their identity. No serious media coverage. They simply disappeared without a trace.

But Liam knew the truth.

It had been the accident of an old friend in the Hero field. Liam had been invested in Gidget and finding out what happened to them. He was talking about the Villain with this friend. They both had a few too many drinks, which caused them to slip up.

"The worst part is the shame it brought the family. Can you imagine it, the great Hero Wind rider's kid was a wanted criminal."

It took a brief moment for them both to realize what had happened. The friend ended up giving him every detail about the young Villain since Liam had pestered him non stop till he got it. What he got was beyond his wildest dreams, and suddenly he felt a surge of determination.

He was going to make Gidget a hero.

Still, Liam wasn't sure what he got himself into, but it was too late to back out now.

"So, let me get this straight," Orca placed his papers on the table, "you want to enroll a Villain into UA, a quirkless Villain mind you, as both a potential hero and sort of media weapon against the League of Villains."

"That would be the gist of it, yes."

Silence greeted the room.

"You can't be serious." It was Endeavor. Of course, it was, Liam knew he'd be the biggest blockade.

"I'm afraid so," Liam stood up from his seat, eyes meeting all 12 others at the table. He lingered on both the Principle of UA and All Might.

"I understand your disregard for this idea. I've had to go through this same situation back in America with those responsible for hiding Gidget away. However," his eyes landed on Endeavors, "I will stand by what I said before, Gidget is a prodigy in the making. They are the new wave we've needed, and certainly now require."

Liam began walking around the table, "They have a mantra similar to the League of Villains, but one that supports good change for this world. They are intelligent, well versed in fighting, and can find their opponent's weakness or a blind spot near the caliber of a pro hero."

"And what exactly is this mantra they stand by"

Liam stopped and noticed the ever quite Eraser head had spoken. He smiles at the board of people before him, eyes crinkling and teeth bared "They speak against heroes just like the league. That the system is corrupt, and the definition of Hero and Villain is flawed."

"And how does that make anything better." Endeavor slammed his fist on the table, a swirl of flames flaring up and then vanishing with a snap.

"Because," the teeth disappear, and Liam's eyes narrow, "they believe in redefining the word 'hero,' not destroying them. Gidget's whole belief was to show people that Good and Evil, Heroes and Villains, are not as black and white as it appears. That our system is flawed and needs to be fixed," Liam stood tall, eyeing everyone in the room.

"That everyone deserves the chance to be a Hero."

All Might's eyes widened as the man looked towards him.

"By the stats I gave you, they nearly succeeded in their goal. It threatened the hero community, yes, but only because it was calling out the corruption within. Something that shouldn't be in a Hero. They didn't do evil things as the hero's said. They broke rules, yes, but they did it out of helping people. They were Robin hood. An individual told that they couldn't become a hero and was forced to take the only path they saw left."

He grabbed a stray paper and lifted it. The mug shot of a black-haired male stared back.

"Even their mentor said it, right there in the transcripts,

'I turned myself in so those kids could have a better life. So 'they' could have a better life. They are not cut out as villains.' " Liam paused and looked at every individual in the eye.

"They were born to be a hero.'"

Samantha was in deep shit.

"Get back here you quirkless freak."

In deep, deep shit.

She slid across the pavement and ricochet into an alleyway. Sam couldn't tell how long she'd been running, but it was definitely a while. Her heart hummed. Her feet stung. Her lungs burned. Yet those assholes hadn't gotten tired. Their footsteps echoing behind her.

There were five of them, two girls and three boys. All with powerful quirks. Still, Sam thanked her lucky stars none of them had a speed-enhancing quirk. She could deal with heavy hitters, but definitely not people who could run like a freaking car.

The blond grabbed a smaller trash can, yanking back and towards her assailants. She didn't see if it worked, but by the loud crash and yelps, she could only guess. After breaking out of the alley and into a train graveyard, she took another glance back.

"Damn it."

Three were set back, but the other two had barely lost any ground. The worst part, one had a ball of light growing in her hand. Sam willed her legs to go faster. Those early morning runs were paying off, but it didn't help that one of them had a location quirk. She should have been more careful, otherwise, the prick wouldn't have touched her.

There was a shrill sound.

'Fuck.'

Sam dove to the right just as a ball of light went flying past her head. It went whistling across the field and straight into a pile of metal. The impact caused a huge rush of wind that propelled Sam's already falling figure across the train track. Pain erupted from her shoulder, body tumbling against the hard dirt.

"The fuck man, you trying to get us in trouble?"

"Relax, I knew she could doge it. Plus, no one is ever here. No way we are going to get caught."

Her vision was blurred, the blinding light and impact rattling her senses. Still, she forced her body up. If she didn't, well, God only knew what would happen to her.

Sam could only push her upper body up before the pain came back in zaps. Gravel dug into her legs and face, and she knew for a fact there was going to be a nasty bruise on her shoulder.

"Looks like the bitch can't run anymore."

Her heart nearly stopped.

Sam could now see the five walking up to her. Each one sporting their own messed up smile. Her fingers dug into the dirt.

"So," one of the older boys knelt in front of Sam. The rest of his lackey's stood behind, "the loser really thought she hit and run."

Laughter filled her ears.

"Seriously, what's a quirkless like you doing trying to be a hero." A hand threaded through her hair and yanked up. He looked so smug. As if he was hot shit, the top dog of the situation. What she wouldn't do to beat him to a pulp.

But that would cause more problems for her. Fighting was no longer an option.

Sam's eyes flickered about, trying to grasp her situation. 'No matter what, there would always be a way out' was her mantra, and damn if she wasn't sticking to it now. All she needed was an escape route and plan to get these asshats off her tail for good.

She spotted a cluster of cargo crates that made her smile. On the corner of the structure was a small opening. Perfect for someone of her size to slip into undetected. Now for the hard part.

"Hey, you listening. Or are you not only quirkless but deaf too."

Sam examined each teen with vigor in her eyes. The girl needed time to charge her 'light' quirk so Sam could easily knock her off her feet. As for the other girl and guy, Sam was familiar enough with their quirks to get an upper hand. The boy was a beast type, but luckily not very strong or fast on land since he was part fish. The girl's quirk involved infatuating the opposite sex, which wasn't going to be a problem for Sam as she was both female and had nothing but lathing for the girl. That left the boy with the location quirk. He was going to be the biggest issue in her escape. Luckily for her, Sam knew her terrain could be used to her advantage. With that, she had the leader, who's quirk enhanced his teeth to sharp daggers. Scary, but useless in the hands of an idiot. All she needed was a distraction.

"Answer me, quirkless bitch."

Sam was yanked farther up by her roots, bringing her nose to nose with the boy. His eyes were livid, unaware of the shit storm Sam was going to send his way. She had found her distraction.

The girl smiled.

"The hell are you smi,"

WHAM

Sam slammed her forehead into the other boys, knocking him back and into a daze. This caught the other's off guard and gave Sam the needed time to jump and head straight for light chicks legs. The girl squealed as Sam's kick to the shin sent her tumbling. This made the other girl jump into action, but Sam was already ready for her. The blond dodged to the side as the girl went for the punch. The girl now thrown off, Sam charged at and under fish boys own swipes. Then, she went for the kill.

The locator shifted into a defensive stance making Sam grin. There's a look of surprise and horrific realization. Not allowing reaction time, Sam threw sand into his eyes. The boy wailed in pain, hand grasping at his eyes in a futile attempt to get the sand out. Sam would have loved to watch the chaos unfold, but her main objective was to escape, not retaliate.

She was nearing the cargo pile when she heard the leader start screaming again. Without a second thought, Sam picked up the pace and swung around the corner and dove straight into the crevice. She sat there, unmoving.

"Where'd she go?"
"Frank, can't you tell where she is?"
There was a sharp intake of air as she heard the footsteps grow closer.

"The bitch threw sand in my eye, I can see jack shit right now."

"Damn it all, she can't have run far."

Five pairs of feet continued running past her. The sound of shouts and pounding feet faded into nothingness. The teen sighed, releasing her held breath. She leaned out, giving her surroundings a once over. Nothing.

After heaving herself out, Sam examined the damage. She was covered in dirt, sweat, and grime head to toe. Not to mention the new holes decorating her jeans. Sam cursed. She was going to need to either sneak in or find an excuse for looking like she wrestled with a bull. As for her injuries…

"Mother of," Sam's hand jerked away from her shoulder. Yeah, definitely bruised.

Checking the rest of her body, Sam noted various cuts and scrapes. Most were on her arms while the rest were on exposed skin from the holes in her jeans. She pulled out her phone - it was ok besides a few new cracks, thank God - and used the camera to check her head. There were a few scrapes there as well, but that wasn't her biggest worry. A bright red spot was forming, slight swelling, but no sign of bruising. She could only hope it didn't do so later.

Shoving her phone in her backpack, Sam started her long journey home. There was no possible way she was going to let her mom see her state. Sam could only imagine the madness that would cause.

'Not to mention Mike would find out.'

Hands clenched her backpack straps. So sneaking in was the plan. That way she could wash up and cover some of the bigger injuries with makeup. Then she'd go straight to bed. Easy enough, she's dealt with worse.

Sam stopped.

"It's Thursday."

Thursday meant family game night.

"For the love of God!"

Yeah, Sam was in some deep shit for sure.