(Now guys, I'm not lying when I say this but…
…
I'm immune to the Coronavirus. Well more specifically I'm a carrier of the virus. Like, I can still contract the virus but not get sick or show symptoms and my body doesn't get infected, but at the same time I can still pass it to someone who's not immune to the virus.
I see this as an absolute win.)
A few Z.E.A.L. guards patrolled the roof of the hideout with weapons in their hands, some with assault rifles, one with a sniper, and the rest were melee weapons of some kind. The building they were on was the hideout of their organization, or the open mic restaurant.
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Many of the Z.E.A.L. members were all partying hard the night of the mall attack as they were all drinking heavy alcoholic beverages. There were a group of Z.E.A.L. members who were taking shots of tequila and even vodka while some were dancing over at another area. One Z.E.A.L. member had his head dunk in a large bucket of alcohol, before taking his head out of it. He, along with everyone else, cheered as his face was covered in beer, dripping down his cheek and chin.
A crowd of Z.E.A.L. members were in a circle as one of their comrades were break dancing in the middle of the circle. All of the members that were in the circle were pumping their fists into the air as they all cheered at their comrade, obviously having a blast celebrating. Meanwhile, Chains was sitting at an open booth with two of his fellow female allies sitting beside. He had his arms around both of their shoulders as he had a triumphant expression on his face.
"You know, I have a great recipe for cupcakes." he tells the ladies, who giggled in response.
One particular Z.E.A.L. member, named Fumiko, who was lacking her mask, sat at one of the corner booths alone with a diet soda in front of her. As she sat at the booth alone, an expression of worry and concern was plastered on her face; right at that moment, a second masked Z.E.A.L. member approached her.
"Hey, Fumiko." the Z.E.A.L. member greets. "Don't you want to take shots with us?"
"No thank you. I don't drink." Fumiko replies in a dead tone, avoiding eye contact.
Her ally shrugged in response. "Suit yourself." he says before walking away.
Fumiko remained in her seat with the same worrisome and concerned expression on her face; afterwards, she heavily sighed as she stared at her drink.
The rest of the Z.E.A.L. members that got stuck on guard duty stood on top of the roof of their hideout, all were wearing masks; though all of them had angry expressions under their masks.
"Why are we stuck up here when we could be partying down there?" one of the guards complained.
"For God's sake. Shut up. I'm about to shoot you in the head." replied his partner beside him.
"Please, it'll alleviate the boredom."
Back inside, one of the Z.E.A.L. members were sticking his head out of the window as he continued to puke up his stomach; his comrade stood awkwardly behind him as he patted his back in support. Frostbite suddenly walked passed the two of them as he maneuvered his way through the crowd. He was suddenly approached by an unmasked Z.E.A.L. member, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand with a smile on his face.
"He-e-e-e-ey! Frostbite, my man! Here! Have a drink." the member offers his boss a drink.
"I don't drink." Frostbite politely declined. "In fact I can't if I wanted to. My body is made out of millions of snowflakes and I no longer have any inner organs inside my body meaning no stomach or esophagus meaning that I no longer require any food or water or any other necessities to the normal human body, but thank you for offering."
"Alright, then. I'll drink it myself." the member replies.
Before he could take a sip, his boss suddenly asked him a question. "How old are you?" he asks.
"18." the member replies.
Frostbite suddenly smacked the glass of alcohol out of the member's hands; the glass shattered upon impact as the member had a surprised expression on his face while Frostbite had a disappointed one on his.
"You're too young." he tells him, pointing his index finger at him. "Wait until two more years then you can throw your life away."
With that, Frostbite walked away, with the member remaining in his place. "I think I already have." the member says to no one in particular.
Frostbite knocked on Hikari's door before opening it; his expression suddenly turned to a look of surprise. Hikari's office was different than before. No longer was it plain as it was now decorated with new furniture and pictures and various other decorations. Hikari turned around, having placed a picture frame behind her, to face her boss with a lovely smile.
"Hey, Yuki." she greets.
"Where did you get all this?" Frostbite asks.
"I bought it with the money you stole." Hikari replies.
Frostbite shot her an annoyed look. "You do realize the money I stole goes to our funding for our operations. Not for your own personal shopping?"
Hikari was silent for a brief moment as she stood there awkwardly, glancing at her personal decorations around her. "I only spent like a total 50K yen on all this." she answers.
Frostbite face palmed himself before closing the door behind him. "Alright, fine." he says. "What's the news saying about us?"
"That we're terrorists and we are violent criminals." Hikari replies with a smile.
"So the plan worked?"
"The plan worked." she confirmed.
"Excellent."
"If I may ask… What's the next move… Yuki?" she asks.
"First responders." Frostbite replies.
"Excuse me?" Hikari questions in a confused tone.
"Let me elaborate: Attacking all first responding personnel. That means the police force, fire stations, Hero Agencies, as well as hospitals to an extent. Most efficient way to do this amount of damage is blowing up these first responding buildings."
"You want to blow up a hospital? Didn't Heath Ledger already do that?" Hikari asks, shocked at his insane plan.
"Yes, but Heath Ledger is dead." Frostbite replies. Hikari glanced to the side, having a confused expression on her face. "Point is, I want to destroy this city piece by piece. I want to show the Pro Heroes that their worst nightmare before I eliminate all of them and make them become extinct. I want to show them my true power. I want to have revenge on what the world did to me. I was a nobody before that got no respect. If it means to destroy this city to get what I want and live in the perfect world, so be it."
"Well we have the firepower." Hikari replies with a smile on her face.
"But not the transportation." Frostbite tells her. "In order to cause this much destruction, we need vehicles. Super vehicles. I'm thinking of a few helicopters and a single heavily armored vehicle."
"With the Yakuza in our group, it won't be that hard. They had choppers before but I'm not entirely sure about the heavily armored vehicles." Hikari says.
"That's the point of planning, Hikari. To make sure everything turns out right."
Frostbite exited her office and walked backed into the main part of the restaurant, where everyone was still partying.
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"Everybody!" Frostbite shouts, grabbing everyone's attention; the music suddenly stopped as everyone turned to their leader. "I have something to say. We are deemed terrorists and dangerous criminals to not only the city but to the country."
For a while, no one said anything as they stared at their leader with horror in their eyes… before they all started cheering.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAHH! WOOOOOO!"
"Now I know you all must be pleased but both fortunately and unfortunately this isn't the end." he tells the group. "Let me ask you a question… What is it that we all want?" Everyone started murmuring to each other. "Revenge." Frostbite answers for them. "Revenge for what exactly? Well other than our common goal in revenge, we were all Quirkless and were tormented by the rest of society. We want everyone to feel our pain by destroying society and getting rid of Pro Heroes." Everyone cheered to that. "Which is why I came up with a plan. We are going to target first responders. Police stations. Fire stations. Hospitals… Hero agencies. We will make sure they will never come back as they were. However, one single hero stands in our way… Cementoss."
Everyone started talking amongst each other, confused as to what he meant.
"As you know," Frostbite continued. "Cementoss is able to restore buildings within seconds because of his Quirk. Meaning even if we destroy these buildings, they will be up and running again in a short amount of time. In order to avoid this troublesome problem, we will need to either take out or decommission the person who can do this, preferably take out… Cementoss."
"How do we do that?" asks a member.
"Not 'we', 'me'." Frostbite clarifies, pointing to himself. "I will be the one to take out Cementoss because I actually stand a chance against him. As we're all aware of, he is both a Pro Hero AND a teacher at U.A. High and since it's winter break over there, that means he won't be in the school. So my question for you all is: Where does he live?" Everyone waited for an answer, believing that their boss already had it. "No, seriously. Where does he live? I have no idea."
"We could tail him." suggests a member.
"That's a stupid idea, Izumi." says another member, turning to Izumi with a scowl on his face.
"That could work. I like that." Frostbite responds, pointing to Izumi.
"That's a great idea, Izumi." says the member, turning to Izumi with a smile on his face.
Izumi turned to him with a bewildered expression.
"Question is, who's going to tail him?" Frostbite asks.
"Why can't you do it?" asks Chains.
"Because I'm going to be busy with other shit. Now, I'm gonna ask again, who's going to do it?" The deformed man raised his hand. "Not you, Combine Man." The man lowered his hand with a frown on his face. "Seriously, I don't even know his name." Frostbite whispers to his second hand woman.
"No one does." Hikari whispers back.
"Anyone want to help?" Frostbite asks, his patience getting thinner and thinner by the second. A member raised his hand with a neutral expression. "Finally!"
"I have a dentist appointment tomorrow." the member speaks up.
"Then what was the point in raising your hand?!" Frostbite exclaims.
The member stood there with an awkward expression on his face. "I wanted to participate by saying something." he reveals.
Frostbite started to profusely massage his face in pure annoyance. "I feel like a dad watching his son completely butcher his ball game." he whispers to himself.
"I can do it." Hikari speaks up.
"Thank you, Hikari." he thanks his second in command. "Now back to business. While Hikari is tailing Cementoss, we're gonna need some heavy transportation for our next job. A single heavily armored vehicle and a few helicopters."
"Yakuza has helicopters just sitting at their airfield but I'm not too sure about the heavily armored vehicle part." Chains speaks up.
"Well do you know anyone who can make an APC?" Frostbite asks.
Chains thought for a brief moment before smiling. "There is this one chop shop that provides specially made vehicles for the black market to use. It's how we moved our drugs across the country and overseas." Chains says.
"What's the chop shop's name?" Frostbite asks.
A sign was illuminated by a pair of headlights from a car that parked in front of it; on the sign was the name written big, bold red letters in military font: BOAR HIDE RIDEZ. The car that parked in front of the sign was revealed to be one of the black SUV's used by Z.E.A.L., with Frostbite and three other members exiting the vehicle: Chains, Izumi, and Ryuji himself.
The four approached the closed chop shop door where Chains knocked on it. At that moment, the door slightly opened as a voice came through the door.
"We're closed. Go away." the voice says from the inside.
"I just want to have a chat is all." Chains replies with a smile on his face.
"Can't you read? The sign says closed." the man from behind the door continues to say, now getting agitated.
"Have you heard about the recent game? It was kinda killer, though I would modify a few things. You catch my drift?" Chains says with an all knowing smile.
For a brief moment, silence loomed behind the door before the sounds of locks unlocking was heard. The door suddenly opened, revealing a man with spiky black hair.
"Chains? What're you doing here?" the man asks.
"You know why I'm here." Chains replies.
"No no no. The boss clearly said that he doesn't want to help the Yakuza anymore. Says it's bad for reputation if he's helping a dead criminal syndicate."
"I'm not here representing the Yakuza though."
"Then who are you-" The man's words cut off when Frostbite stepped forward, giving the man a cold glare. No pun intended. Instantly, the man's eyes widened in fear as he backed up. "F- Frostbite."
"Hey." Frostbite says as he storms his way into the dimly lit chop shop.
"What do you need?" the man asks, falling backwards onto his butt.
"APC. I was told you can make any vehicle in exchange of cash. You know. To make it 'legal'."
"I… I'm not in the position to decide that." the man nervously replies as he stares upward at the snow villain above him.
"Are you telling me that I'm wrong?"
"No! No, of course not-"
"Are you aware of what I can do to you?"
"Trust me, Frostbite. I've heard the news and, may I say that I congratulate you on your success of bringing fear onto the city. Last person who did that was the Hero Killer: Stain." the man nervously says, trying to get on the infamous villain.
"Unlike him, I'm not a maladroit simpleton that plays as a poorly dressed Batman after his bachelor party with a undoubtedly vacuous goal. I am the real thing when it comes to a hero. I am cleansing the world of it's sins, otherwise known as Pro Heroes. None of them deserve their names or their powers. I'm the only worthy advocate of this God like imperium!"
"Did you understand a word he just said?" Izumi asks Ryuji.
"Nope." Ryuji replies in a dry tone with a deadpan expression.
"Look man, I'd love to help you but I can't. If the boss finds out that I'm building things without his permission, he'll rip both of my arms off and I won't-"
"What did you say?" Frostbite asks.
"My arms will be ripped off-"
"No no no. Boss? What boss?" the villain asks.
At that moment, the lights turned on to reveal that the entire chop shop was filled with people all wearing similar outfits. They all had leather jackets with the symbol of a pig nose on the heart side of their jackets. The four Z.E.A.L. members all looked around them as they realized that they were surrounded.
"Hail Hydra?" Izumi nervously says, raising his hands in the air as an act of surrender.
Suddenly, the door to the chop shop office opened as a pair of large boots started to walk into the main room. The four terrorist members all backed up at the sight of what was in front of them. Even Frostbite had a slightly scared expression on his face. The person in front of them was a large man with features of a wild boar. His entire body was covered in pink-gray unkempt fur as he wore a leather jacket with the symbol of a pig nose behind him with the word BOAR above it.
The man-boar also had a nose ring in his snout as a pair of large, razor sharp tusks underneath his nose, with a gold ring around his left tusk. He also had spiky purple hair that went from his face to all the way down to his back. Around his wrists were large spiked bracelets as he also spotted fingerless gloves for his gigantic hands. Instead of having regular feet, he had giant hooves thanks to his boar like appearance.
"So," the boar man starts in a gruff, deep voice. "what's an infamous serial killer doing in my chop shop?"
"We're here for a favor, War Pig." Chains says.
"What favor?"
Chains nudged Frostbite, who stepped forward. "I have come here to ask you for a simple favor." he says.
"And that is?" War Pig asks.
"An APC." The boar man groaned as he rolled his eyes. "I've been told that you and your… 'crew' are willing to help anyone with specialized, custom made vehicles for the black market in exchange of cash. I have the cash already, I just need the vehicle."
"What makes you think I would want to help you?" War Pig asks.
"Kugo, you really don't want to test him." Chains warns.
"I'm aware of what he's capable of." War Pig replies. "I will admit when I first heard of you, you have struck fear into me. Not only are you capable of destroying massive property but are able to take on multiple Pro Heroes and win. I heard about Endeavor."
"Then you're aware that I can absolutely obliterate you, right?" Frostbite replies, standing his ground.
"That I am." War Pig confirms. "However, I can't simply make a vehicle for you without knowing your intentions, even if you have a shitload of cash."
"I want to destroy first responders. In order to do that, I need an APC. I already have the weapons… I just need the transportation."
"First responders?" the boar leader asks.
"Police stations. Fire stations. Hospitals. Hero agencies. Everything that has proved to be a nuisance to me and my dream of a new world."
War Pig chuckled as he smiled, nodding his head at the insidious villain. "You want to destroy the world?" he asks.
"I want to destroy society and reshape it in my own image." Frostbite clarifies. "I want to rebuild a new world that is fit for me. A perfect world without Pro Heroes. They've done nothing but bring misery to us all."
"Is that what's fueling your rage? To kill all Pro Heroes?" War Pig asks.
Frostbite turned around and started walking away, a determined look on his face. "I want to cure the world of its poison!" he exclaims vigorously. He suddenly turned around to face the boar man. "But also… Yeah."
War Pig chuckled a bit before turning to face his men. "Get the invoice." he orders one of his men.
A gang member quickly ran into his office. "So we have a deal?" Frostbite asks.
"Well as long as you have cash." War Pig replies. "But… I will admit. Your dedication and determination for your goal is admiring, even if it is sinister. I'm a man who believes that you should fight for what you think is right and that you should never give up on your own personal goal."
"You're a man?" Izumi questions.
Ryuji smacked his arm without taking his eyes off of the giant boar man in the middle of the room; Izumi turned to the former Yakuza head member with an offended expression.
"Even if others deem it sinister, your own dedication is what drives you to make sure your goal succeeds. For that… I will help you with your dream." War Pig says.
Frostbite smiles in response. "I'm glad we've come to an agreement." he says.
The gang member suddenly ran out of the office and handed his boss a pink invoice. "Head into my office. We'll discuss about your APC."
With that, Frostbite and War Pig walked into the office, leaving the remaining three Z.E.A.L. members to be alone with the Wild Boar gang. An awkward silence suddenly loomed over the area between the two gangs, both sides not knowing how to break the tension.
"So… Did you redecorate?" Chains suddenly asks in an awkward tone.
Cementoss exited a coffee shop, having purchased a nice warm coffee with a bagel in his bag as he started to walk down the sidewalk. However, unbeknownst to the Pro Hero/teacher, he was being watched from afar by the second in command of the Z.E.A.L. terrorist group, Akira Hikari. She sat in her car as she watched her target get in a gray Volkswagen buggy car. The car suddenly started up as it drove away; Hikari turned on her car as she followed Cementoss to his next destination.
"Armored plating across the car, Engine Level 4, bullet proof tires, tinted windows, suspension, Transmission Level 4, turbo, and finally, off road tires." War Pig lists on the invoice. "You only want one of these, right?"
"Yes. That's correct." Frostbite replies.
War Pig started to write something on the pink slip of paper. "All of this will come at a total of… ¥66 million."
"I can afford that. We've robbed a couple armored transport cars while the rest of us were at the mall."
"Why did you destroy the mall in the first place?" War Pig asks.
"To show the world what we're capable of and that we aren't to be messed around with. I wanted to show the Pro Heroes that they can't protect everyone. I want to watch them suffer."
"What did the Pro Heroes do to you that makes you hate them?" the boar gang leader asks.
"It's what they are that pisses me off." Frostbite clarifies. "They think that just because their heroes and celebrities that they can get away with all the shit a normal person would get trialed for. They're fake and they're liars. They don't care about the world or it's civilians. They only care about themselves. For the glory and the money and the fame. They're everything that is wrong with this world."
"What about those with Quirks that aren't Pro Heroes?" War Pig asks.
Frostbite looked down, having a hateful glare on his face. "I hate them." he says above a whisper. "I hate Quirks. All my life I've been tormented by them, ridiculed by them. They thought just because I was Quirkless that it was alright for them to make my life miserable. They'll see what a man is capable of when driven off the edge of sanity and when pressured enough."
Frostbite suddenly looked up at War Pig, having an unreadable expression.
"Do you know what a true hero is?" he asks. War Pig was silent and retained his calm expression. "A true hero is someone who fights what is right, even if it means if people don't agree with him… When I was first asked this… I don't know, I thought a hero was All Might so… I admired him. The thing is… I was wrong. Because the very next, the very next day I'm telling you… All Might retired. And then I saw who he truly was. A weak, zombie, tiny man that looks like he can't even lift a pencil. He was our Number 1 Pro Hero and to know that that's what he looks like… confuses me. How can someone like him be a hero when all they do is take, take, take and look like that but when I try to do good, I'm declared a villain. So let me ask you this, let me ask you this just once, War Pig… What. Is. A villain?"
Once again, War Pig was silent.
"A villain is just a misunderstood person that people don't bother to even listen to or care about." Frostbite continues to rant. "As soon as we step out of line and we do one odd act that society doesn't deem 'normal', we're deemed villains. It's unfair. We're the real victims in every story because we don't get help. The world doesn't care about people like me or you. We're not meant to have a happy ending. People like us… we don't get happiness. That's why we have to take it because that's all we want is happiness and love… but the world wants us to starve and we get desperate. No one cares about us… no one cared about me… That's why I want to destroy the world and reshape it in my own image. To make the perfect world that is fit for everyone, where there are no Pro Heroes and certainly… No Quirks… If I get rid of Quirks then… I will be the only one with powers… I would be a God to them…"
War Pig backed up, now slightly disturbed at Frostbites sudden change of attitude. The snow villain looked back up and faced War Pig, now giving eye contact.
"I am… a true hero." Frostbite says above a whisper.
War Pig, now freaked out at Frostbite's insane attitude, slightly slid the invoice towards the snow villain. "Just sign the invoice, man." War Pig says.
For a brief moment, Frostbite continued to glare at War Pig before snapping back into reality. He grabbed a pen and quickly wrote his signature before handing the invoice back to the boar leader.
The two then exited the office as Frostbite made a beeline to the chop shop's exit. "Let's go." he tells his men.
The three glanced at each other, wondering why he was in a hurry, before leaving the chop shop along with their boss.
The four entered the black SUV, with Ryuji in the driver seat, while Izumi and Chains were in the back seat. At that moment, Ryuji's phone started buzzing, prompting him to pull it out before answering.
"Yeah?" he answers.
"Put Yuki on the line. I have information regarding Cementoss." Hikari's voice was heard on the phone line.
Ryuji handed Yuki the phone, who instinctively placed it by his ear. "What?" he asks.
"I found out where Cementoss lives. I'll text the coordinates onto Ryuji's phone. Oh and Yuki."
"Yeah?"
"Please be careful when you attack him in the building. My cousin lives on the same floor."
"I'll try my best."
With that, Frostbite hung up the phone before handing it back to Ryuji. At that moment, his phone buzzed once more, receiving a text from his superior.
"She texted the address." he informs his boss.
Frostbite leaned over and took a look at the text. "I know that place." he says. "And it's 11:00, so he must be asleep now. This should make the job much easier."
"You really gonna kill someone in their sleep?" Izumi asks.
"Gotta do what you gotta do." Frostbite replies as he exits the vehicle. "Take Chains back to the hideout. I'll be back in a few hours or so."
Frostbite closed the door before flying off, leaving the three Z.E.A.L. members in front of the chop shop. "Is this car a rental?" Chains asks.
"Yeah. Why?" Ryuji asks.
"I think I might have accidentally ripped the carpet off the floor."
"Oh my!" Izumi groans.
"Are you serious?!" Ryuji asks.
"What! There was a flap! I don't know about you but when I see something interesting, I have to play with it!" Chains exclaims.
"You're the equivalent of a cat and a child!"
"Shut the hell up, Ryuji! You've been giving me shit from day one!"
"This is why the boss never respected you!"
"MY MOM HAD CANCER AND I NEEDED MONEY FOR TREATMENT!"
"I gave up Astrology for this?" Izumi asks himself as he stares at the ceiling of the car with a tired expression.
An apartment complex stood in it's spot in the middle of the night as Frostbite stood beside Hikari's car, whom was in the driver's seat. "He's in there?" Frostbite asks.
"Hm-mm." Hikari replies. "Fifth floor. Room 5C." Frostbite started to approach the building, until Hikari stopped him. "Hey." she called out for him.
The snow villain turned around. "Yeah?" he questions.
Hikari opened her mouth to say something before closing it, waving her hand at him. "Forget it." she tells him.
Thinking nothing of it, Frostbite turned back around and continued to approach the building. Hikari started up her car and drove off shortly afterwards.
Inside the small main lobby, a woman with an abnormally large nose, possibly due to her Quirk, had her feet kicked up on her desk as she read a magazine. She suddenly looked up to see someone walking into her building; her carefree expression soon turned to one of fear as she lowered her magazine down to her lap.
"You… You're…"
She was suddenly cut off when an axe morphed into existence, before it swung towards her head. The sound of a body falling to the floor was heard as Frostbite walked passed the body. The head of the woman was sticking out from behind the desk, making as if she was lying behind it. However, her legs were on the other side of the desk, sticking out, indicating that she was decapitated.
Frostbite walked up the stairs to the fifth floor where Cementoss was located; he approached room 5C where the Pro Hero/teacher lived. He grabbed the knob and tried to turn it, finding out that it was locked. He retracted his hand from the knob as his pigmentation suddenly disappeared. He was now snow white as he dematerialized into a pile of snow, before slipping under the crack of the door.
The pile of snow slipped inside Cementoss' apartment before it materialized back into the snow villain himself. Immediately, Frostbite started to examine the inside of the teacher's apartment. Through his distorted vision, he saw everything around him blurry and in red. There were numerous types of plants all around the apartment and it gave off an old Japanese village vibe.
Frostbite turned his head to a small hallway where a few doors were seen. He approached the hallway as he opened up each of the doors. The first door led to an empty bedroom, most likely a guest room. The second door was a broom closet, where to his surprise, Cementoss kept numerous toys of him inside. Slightly surprised, and kind of weirded out by the collection of toys, he slowly closed the door.
The third door was a small bathroom with a tub/shower, a toilet, and a sink with a mirror wall. He walked over to the mirror and started to stare at his reflection. Even though it has been days since his accident, the fact that Frostbite was no longer human and no longer had human like features still disturbed him yet fascinated him at the same time. His skin was still light blue with visible navy blue veins all around his body, his hair had turned from black to white though he still retained his blue streak down the side while his eyes were completely bloodshot and his pupils turned from jewel blue to blood red.
He activated his snowstorm blast and lowered the force and pressure down to it's minimum output, creating ice cold air. The air completely fogged the mirror while completely dampening it at the same time. He ran his index finger across the mirror and wrote out a sentence:
HEROES MUST DIE
After that, he exited the bathroom, leaving the murderous message on the mirror, to continue with his objective. He approached one of the doors in the hallway and slightly opened it. There, he saw a sleeping Cementoss lying in his bed underneath his covers. He silently made his way towards the bed as he snuck inside the room; he watched as the sleeping Cementoss was below him, completely unaware of the events that would transpire. The villain activated his powers as ice cold air radiated over his entire hand as he slowly lowered it to the Pro Hero's face.
"To what reason do you have to intrude in my homestead?" Cementoss suddenly asks, though his eyes were still closed. Frostbite instantly grew a stared look as he stared at the sleeping Pro Hero below him. "I assume it's nothing more but a villain scheme you have, am I right?"
Frostbite retained his startled expression, creeped on how Cementoss was just casually talking to him with his eyes closed. The Pro Hero suddenly opened his eyes as he sat up, staring at Frostbite directly at his bloodshot eyes.
"I asked you a question." he says.
"You know, honestly, until this exact second I thought you were sleep talking." Frostbite tells him in a startled tone.
Cementoss shrugged in response. "I'm a light sleeper." he responds as he got up from his bed. "Do you want tea?" he asks.
Frostbite grew a confused expression as Cementoss exited his bedroom; the snow villain followed him as the Pro Hero made his way to his small kitchen where he turned on the light. He turned on the stove below the tea kettle, slowly boiling water inside.
"You know for as long as I could remember," Cementoss began. "I've always been a light sleeper. Ever since I was a little boy, I used to get woken up by the smallest of sounds. Mice. Crickets… My neighbors fighting… My doctors say it's insomnia but me… I just genetics. It's hard juggling two professional jobs at once, you know. Not that you would know anything about it. Being a Pro Hero and a high school teacher is quite exhausting. You would think that I would be tuckered out at night but here I am. Making tea at midnight… You want some?"
"I don't need any kind of sustenance anymore. I have no organs." Frostbite tells him.
"So the rumors are true… you are made out of snow… Tell me, how did that happen?" Cementoss asks.
Frostbite was silent for a brief moment before answering. "Why do you care?" he asks.
"Believe or not, I am curious as to what makes a person choose the side of evil and villainy. Was it bad home life? An abusive parent? The wrong crowd. The environment they grew up in… A freak accident? There are all kinds of stories that make a person choose the path they walk to this day… It's honestly fascinating if you ask me."
"I'm not a villain… I've just been really unlucky." Frostbite tells the Pro Hero.
"Even villains can be sympathetic when given the right story." Cementoss responds casually as he pours the tea kettle into a mug.
"Are you not threatened at the face of death?" Frostbite asks, gritting his teeth.
Cementoss loudly slams the tea kettle as he made eye contact with the villain once again. He started to slowly march his way towards the villain, not taking his eyes off him and vice versa along the way. Cementoss stood in front of Frostbite, mere inches away from his face, as he retained his serious expression, staring directly into Frostbite's bloodshot eyes.
"Throughout my time as a Pro Hero, I have faced many villains. None less threatening than you. You're all the same to me. Someone trying to get what they want and not caring who they hurt along the way."
Frostbite was silent for a brief moment. "A villain is just someone who's misunderstood that people don't care about. We're just unfortunate. That's all we are." Frostbite counters.
"You're a sick man, Yuki." Cementoss replies. For a short while, they stared at each other's eyes ferociously, not saying a word until the Pro Hero spoke up again. "All I ask is why?"
Frostbite was silent yet again before saying his answer. "Because people like you don't care about people like me." he replies.
Cementoss thought hard on those words as he continued to stare directly into Frostbite eyes. He suddenly turned around and made his way back to the kitchen, where he picked up his mug of tea.
"I heard about your impact on the city." Cementoss says. "Your murder spree… 39 people… How do you sleep at night knowing you've taken away so many innocent lives?"
"No one is innocent… Not to me at least… I also don't need the normal human necessities in order to live anymore. Food, water, sleep, and even breathing is all old news to me… I'm immortal."
"And how does it feel?"
Frostbite thought hard on the question before heavily sighing through his nose. "It feels heavy." he says above a whisper.
Cementoss nodded as he made his way to his couch, where he took a single sip from his tea. "So are you here to make me a victim for your murder spree?... Or are you here to make a point?" he asks.
"I'm here because you prove to be a major threat to my plans." Frostbite tells him. "Your Quirk allows you to rebuild any building in the matter of minutes… It's proven to be a… thorn, let's call it, to my side and to my plans."
"And you want me out of the picture, I presume?" Cementoss asks, taking another sip from his mug.
"Or I could amputate your hands and prevent you from using your Quirk. Either way is fine."
Cementoss gently placed his mug on the counter and faced Frostbite again. "Tell me, are you really contemptuous of taking lives for your own self?" he asks. "Do you not care about the families of those who you take away from them? What made you into the villain… into the monster you are?"
"A combination of society mistreating me and an unfortunate accident." Frostbite answers honestly. "I care nothing for those who I kill because they deserve it. They think that just because they have powers, they can abuse them and torment the Quirkless… It's not right. I'm simply cleaning the streets of scum… I will reshape society… and I will be the only, true hero in this world that lives up to his name and legacy."
"Words from a madman." Cementoss responds.
"A madman is someone you just don't understand."
"Of course I don't. I don't understand why people kill or why you kill. It makes no sense."
"Then it only makes you an ignorant fool."
Cementoss leaned back in his couch as he continued to stare directly into Frostbite eyes. "Tell me, when you hit the mall… what did you feel?" he asks.
For the longest time, Frostbite didn't answer as he continued to heavily stare at Cementoss, a mixture of a glare and determination, before finally giving his answer. "Satisfaction." he answers honestly above a whisper.
Cementoss nodded his head as he stood up from the couch. "Do you know what you're standing on?" he suddenly asks.
Before Frostbite could reply, Cementoss bent down and slammed his hands onto the floor. Frostbite looked down only to immediately get trapped in a cocoon of cement. He grunted as he struggled in the trap as Cementoss approached him, tapping on the cocoon of cement he just created.
"I had my floors and walls lined with cement for the sole purpose of stopping anyone who breaks into my apartment." he tells him. "I'll let the police handle you when they get here. While you were listening to me talking back there, I secretly tripped the silent alarm. All homesteads of Pro Heroes have them. They'll be here in a matter of minutes, and because you have no way to get out of that cocoon, you might as well give up now."
Frostbite suddenly started chuckling, confusing the Pro Hero/teacher. "Hehehehe. Hahahahaha! Who do you think I am? Koru Yuki?" the villain asks.
At that moment, his pigmentation disappeared as he turned to a pile of snow and flew out of the cocoon, freeing himself. Cementoss stared at the act with a shocked expression, genuinely surprised that Frostbite was able to get out of the trap with such ease.
"Oh boy." he mumbles.
"Cement tricks don't work on the snowman. But do snow tricks work on the cement-man?" Frostbite asks him.
He suddenly went on his knees and slammed his hands onto the floor and started to produce a vast amount of snow that covered the entire floor. Cementoss went wide-eyed as he stared at the snow rapidly coming towards him.
"Oh this can't be good." he says.
The entire wall of the building suddenly burst open as giant spikes made out of snow shot out from the hole. Cementoss was sent flying out of the building as he landed on top of his car, completely crushing the roof and setting off the alarm.
"Ugh, and I had a week left on the payment." Cementoss groans as he slides off the car and onto the ground.
A pile of snow rained down onto the street before it materialized back into Frostbite, all while Cementoss' car alarm continued to blare. Frostbite started to approach the weakened Cementoss as he shape shifted his hand into a sledgehammer before smashing the front of the Cementoss' car. Upon impact, the car immediately blew up as flames blew out to the side behind Frostbite, all while he didn't look back at the explosion.
Cementoss continued to back up before standing back on his feet, though struggling in the process. The snow villain suddenly grabbed the Pro Hero's wrists, immediately giving him frostbite. Cementoss screamed in utter pain as Frostbite's painful grip only tightened as the villain continued to glare down at the struggling Pro Hero. Before he could reach five seconds, Frostbite released Cementoss as he fell to the ground and onto his knees, staring at his severely damaged skin, hissing in pain. The snow villain suddenly shape shifted his arm into a giant axe as Cementoss looked up in fear; Frostbite looked down on him with a serious expression on his face.
"Don't worry,"he says. "this will only hurt a lot."
He suddenly swung his axe down as the sound of flesh ripping rapidly could be heard. A pair of amputated hands fell to the ground as blood dripped down and onto them. Cementoss hovered his arms with no hands in front of his face, his breathing shaky as he stared at his nonexistent hands in utter horror.
"If there's one thing than giving Pro Heroes what they deserve… it's watching them suffer." Frostbite tells him. "Recovery Girl won't be able to heal that now, will she?"
Frostbite suddenly started walking away from the horror filled Cementoss, having a neutral expression on his face. Behind him. Cementoss suddenly passed out from blood loss as he fell to the side, hitting his head against a car, causing the alarm to go off.
Frostbite continued to walk down the empty street, still retaining his neutral expression and one step closer to his goal.
(Number of deaths in this chapter: 1
Overall Casualty Count: 296
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