Dead Man walking

As the ground comes towards me, I think over my painful, albeit brief life. My name was Izuku Midoriya, well technically it still is, but in about five seconds that name won't have any meaning to me anymore, in fact, nothing will.

I think about the circumstances that lead to me being thrown off a high-rise apartment building in central Tokyo, and one face flashes into my mind's eye. Katsuki Bakugo, the one person in the world I can genuinely say I hate.

The blonde ponce has hated my guts and openly displayed it since we were four, and I was diagnosed as quirkless. You see, a quirk is a special ability that 80% of the world possess. What people often neglect to tell you is that most people who are quirkless are over the age of 60, and a kid being born without a quirk nowadays is almost unheard of, so when little old me was dubbed the accursed title, I was ignored at best and downright assaulted at worst. The teachers at school never did anything, just calling it 'rough play' despite me getting multiple broken bones during these so-called 'play sessions'.

So four-year-old me went to kindergarten the day after I got diagnosed as quirkless and got, amazingly, bullied. I broke two bones that day, tried to save a kid being picked on but all I got to show for it was a new arch enemy, a fractured arm, and a broken rib. Of course, the official story was that I fell off the playframe in the schoolyard, and as multiple students backed it up, it was what the teachers thought was what occurred. What all the kids neglected to mention was that I got pushed over the side by, you guessed it, Katsuki fucking Bakugo.

But as he had established himself as the new 'king' of our kindergarten class, no one dared to say a word against him, lest they become a target for his rage next. This was just one of many reasons I hated the Explosive fuckwad, but that wasn't the point.

I had come up to the roof of our apartment building to escape this aforementioned blonde fuckwad, who was visiting with his mother, and Mitsuki believing every word that came out of her angel sons mouth, had let him run amok and ignored the clearly obvious muffled cries of pain coming from my bedroom upstairs. She was hot though; I will give her that. Banging pair of tits too.

Dammit, off-topic. Fantasies about my arch-rivals mother aside, Bakugo decided to beat me up in my house this time instead of at school, or at the park, or when I'm walking home. Dammit, that's irrelevant too. Anyway, Bakugo comes to attack me, so I dodge his hits and run into the kitchen, waving my hand to the two mothers sitting there and rush out the door, the nuclear Pomeranian trailing after me screaming obscenities at me. After he took the stairs up to the roof of the building to try and get away I realized I had trapped myself.

I began to back away from the boy making explosions in his hands. And when he screamed his trademark moniker of 'DIE!' he threw a particularly large explosion at me, causing me to take one step too far back…. And tripping off the building.

As I fell backward I saw Bakugo rush to the side, but he made no effort to save me as I hurtled to the earth. Gravity wrapped me in it forceful embrace and I closed my eyes and waited for the impact I knew was inevitable, and when it came, my whole world was fire and pain, before I blacked out.

Now, I know you must be thinking, Izuku, how can you be writing this of you died in the fall. Well, my friend, to put it simply I did die in that fall. Every bone in my body broken, all internal organs ruptured, brain turned to mush, blood everywhere, The clinical term for this is Dead. So you can imagine my surprise when I woke up an undetermined amount of time later feeling absolutely peachy.

"What the fuck." I mutter quietly to myself as I sit up and look at my hands. You can imagine my surprise when I see them to be perfect and unblemished. I soon come to several realizations. Number one, I'm not dead, shocking considering I gracefully flailed my way down through the air from a thirty-story drop. Number two, I have to get the fuck out of here, fast.

In the first generation of quirk users, the government detained all those who displayed signs of powers. They used them as human lab rats, the program was only shut down when it became clear that in a few generations, everybody would have powers like this. Now, little old me didn't believe for one second that if I was found to not die when meant to, They would restart this program with the sole intention of trying to find a way of making me stay dead. Someone unkillable could be a massive hazard to national security.

If I wanted to break into the most secure military base on the planet with nothing but a handgun, I could eventually do it through trial and error. I want to rob a bank; I can kill everyone who tries to oppose me in my desire to do so. No matter how many times I'm gunned down, I can just get back up and continue whatever I was meant to be doing previously.

I tell myself that from now on, Izuku Midoriya is dead. I wracked my brain trying to think of an appropriate new name, and then it hits me. Fumetsu Ahito, translating into English as unkillable demi-human. I never knew my father, so I could be part human for all I know, lord knows he hasn't called, like, ever. As for the unkillable part, fairly self-explanatory really. If I can take I dive off a building and not die, I think I earned the title.

It was at this point I took stock of my surroundings, and finally laid eyes on the figure standing in the shadows about ten feet from me. Simply put, it was huge, it must have been nearly nine feet tall, and looked like one of those ancient Egyptian mummies, except the bandages were black and it looked like the person who wrapped him up had run out of bandages halfway through. One thing distinctly nonhuman about it was its hands, They were the size of dustbin lids and only had three fingers, like talons, all razor-sharp. The bandages around its face had been pulled away to reveal nothing more than a black endless void.

I scrambled away from this being and let out a strangled cry of surprise. The thing stayed where it had been previously, but echoed my cry of surprise in my voice, with a slight echo added.

"What are you?" I yell out in my blind panic. "What are you?" echoes back from the creature in the shadows, in my voice once again. I decide to say something completely random, and if it responds, I know somethings there. "Moist ointment in rural pulp," I say, thinking of random words. "Moist ointment in rural pulp." Says the creature in the shadows. Seeing as it has not moved since I fell from the building, I feel it safe to stand up and pace towards it.

After walking around this strange black ghost, I see that it does not appear to have any individual consciousness, a lot like an android from a game I watched someone online play. Remembering that those androids only respond to direct orders, I decided to give it one. "Raise your right arm," I say in a shaky tone, still unnerved by the thing's appearance. It obediently does so, and I realize this thing is probably part of my new quirk.

"Leave," I say quickly, and as I do the thing evaporates into black dust. I let out a sigh of relief after the thing disappears, but I soon hear sirens in the distance and know it's time to move.

This not being my first time trying to run away from home to escape the wrath of an angry Katsuki Bakugo, I had hidden several survival caches around the city, in locations I know won't be found. The closest one to me Is in an alcove under a bridge near my school, knowing I have to move fast, I quickly get on my way towards it.

-000-

Ten minutes later, I get to the bridge in question and going to a loose panel near the entrance, pull it off to reveal a red and black backpack. When I open the backpack, I see that the contents are as I left them. A rolled-up sleeping bag, two bottles of water, several bags of chips as snacks, matches, and a roll of 10000 yen. Slinging the light backpack over my shoulder I begin to walk out at a fast pace. Before I can reach either exit I hear a muttering voice behind me,

"Stupid heroes, can't even do stick-ups anymore without one of them swooping in and foiling it!" I turn to see a mass of slime coming up through a manhole near the center of the bridge. The slime man spies me and growls out, "Perfect, a meat suit for me to use for the time being!" He leaps towards me, now forming fully.

I go rigid, Just because I know I can't die doesn't mean I want to so soon after dying the first time. Thinking of that black ghost from earlier, and how sharp its claws were, you can imagine my surprise when it materializes next to me, in the same neutral position it had been previously. I cry out the only thing I can think of in my paralyzed state of fear,

"Ghost guy, attack!" For how frail the thing appeared to be, It moved lighting fast and with killing intent, using its sharp talons it cut through the villain. The thing was sliced into three pieces and this distraction it caused gave me enough time to flee.

Not long after I had taken cover outside the bridge did a huge wave of wind blast out, with the cries of the slime villain accompanying it. Deciding not to stick around, I decide to move out of the area before whatever caused that wave of wind decides that I'm a threat too.

-000-

Sup fuckers

This is just a random story that spawned in the depths of ma brain hole and has been stewing in my unpublished area for too long, so here ya go, if you like it, ill post another one when I can find the time

Hope you enjoyed it.