Scary Monsters(And Super Creeps) Part one
He tensed his muscles as sweat gathered all around him, his arms and chest burned; but that was all temporary. After all. A knife hurts a hell of a lot more than a hard workout.
"998… 999.. 1000." Izuku almost collapsed as he finished the last pushup
He picked himself up as he controlled his breathing. If he had no control that this would all be worthless.
Izuku stood up and grabbed a nearby water bottle, drinking the liquid within seconds. He already smelled breakfast being made downstairs. Once he was done with it he was going back to the beach to try and finish cleaning it up.
Some good ol community service. I'd prefer bashing my own head in but eh, as long as you continue getting swole.
Izuku nodded and grabbed some clothes so he could take a shower. 'Don't worry Hank, Yagi-Sensei says cleaning up the beach will teach me patience and empathy.'
That's kinda gay but ok. Just don't listen to Flab Might on where it counts
Izuku scowled as he entered the bathroom. 'What do you mean?'
All that bullshit about 'mErCy' fuck that, and in fact, do you really have to be a hero? You're doing so much more as a kick-ass vigilante!
'Hank! We've talked about this, being a hero… It's my dream. The wraith is just a way to help it go along faster.'
Bullshit, you enjoy going out and fighting people!
"HANK! This was never about hurting people and you know it! This is just one step of the plan, that's all that is ever was, and that's all that will ever be."
"Izuku sweetie? Who's this Hank person?" His face flushed in embarrassment as his Mom's voice came from downstairs. She sounded concerned at his outburst and… a little hopeful? Maybe he really was going crazy. He shook his head of those thoughts.
"I'm fine mom, just… got into an argument with my uh, online friend."
"... Ok." She did not sound convinced. He sat down in his chair and groaned while rubbing his face. "Real son of the year material, lying to my mom."
If it makes you feel better, I never knew my Mom. She died.
'... That's depressing Hank.'
Way to point out the obvious retard.
Izuku began his jog after finishing breakfast, he would jog around the city before jogging towards the beach to continue his training under All Might. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants that covered most of his body, so people didn't see his scars.
Jogs around the city let him unleash a small bit of his speed. The wind hitting his face never grew old as he accelerated to higher and higher speeds. The wind blowing through his hair as he gained more and more speed.
Soon enough adrenaline began pumping into him as he nearly broke the speed limit. He felt powerful.
Unintentionally letting the adrenaline get to him, Izuku began to break his top speed. Begging to overpass it with ease as he gained more and more speed. Soon he was going faster than most of the cars around him in his need for speed.
Before he knew it he was already at the beach.
He looked around a bit in confusion before he heard light clapping from behind him. He turned and saw an amused-looking Toshinori. "Well done Young Midoriya. At that speed, you'll put cheetahs to shame."
Izuku blushed at the praise but shook his head and looked at All Might with determination on his face. "I'm ready to begin, sensei."
All Might gained a grin on his face.
TRAINING MONTAGE!
Izuku ran up the stairs at full speed while carrying an oak poll that had a garbage can on each end that was filled with 50kgs of trash in each can. He deposited them near the designated garbage truck. Now he just needed to do it a hundred more times for today.
Each weight he picked up felt like he was lifting nothing at all. It was the repetition of it and the sheer number of times he had to do it that slowly wore him out. But he held firm no matter what, just like his mentors taught him.
The exercise was tough, but he was tougher. It would take a lot more than something like this to take him down.
In the end, all of the trash cans were gone and he stood triumphant over the garbage. Another step towards completing his goals finished
"Evil never rests Young Midoryia! In order to fight it, we must shape our minds and bodies into the pillars that hold up justice and society."
Izuku rained blow after blow to the outside wall of some abandoned concrete structure. His fists leave indents and massive cracks in the stone and he kicks opening holes in the walls.
With one devastating hook, he managed to break off an entire chunk in the wall. And with a follow-up ax kick, he almost broke the wall in half. Feeling more pumped up the speed of his attacks increased to the point that he looked like a blur as he demolished the wall.
Once he was done there was nothing but dust and debris all around him
"To be a fist of Justice one must know how to throw a fist. One cannot just swing about willy nilly. But it seems you have that one down already."
Izuku took a deep breath before grabbing the bumper of All Might's car and slowly began to lift it up. Bit by bit the vehicle inched up and within moments Izuku had lifted most of the car up to his chest. He gently set it back down before letting out a breath.
He smiled softly at how rapidly his strength was growing, he felt powerful. He felt like nothing could stop him. But he certainly knew better than to actually believe he was invincible.
"Well done Young Shonen." Izuku turned to see Yagi-san looking at him with approval.
"Thank you Sensei. For everything" Izuku was about to bow but All Might waved that all away, claiming it was 'Nonsense.'
"Young Midoriya, all I did was act as a simple guide. It was you who accomplished this. All your hard work leading up to this."
As he heard those words Izuku began to beam with pride. Small bolts of Nexus energy shot out from his eyes as 'tears' as he couldn't cry normally, he wiped the blots away with his sleeve. "Thank you."
"It was my pleasure to watch to become who you are now. I could see it in the way you walk, you're far confident now; sure of every step, you take. You have the makings of a great hero, young Shonen. I am sure of it.
Izuku laid atop his bed, reading and taking notes on a textbook on criminology. Sharpening his mind for when he went out again. As he read the book a loud groan rang out from a grumpy assassin.
You've already read this damn book. Either pick another one or go out and do something already!
Izuku sighed, he had read most of the book. He was just finishing up on it but it looks like he won't be able to do that. He grabbed a bookmark and put it in before closing it.
'Fine, I'll go out' Izuku placed the book on a bookshelf filled with other textbooks on various topics. Ranging from Biology to Engineering and even tactics.
He turned away from the bookshelf and walked over to his closet. Opening the doors he crouched down and opened up a loose floorboard, within was a chest. He reached in and pulled it out. Opening it up there laid his costume.
Tonight he was no longer Izuku Midoriya. He was the Wraith, and he would reap a toll on the scum that infested his city.
With his costume on he took one last look around his room. Various All Might posters and memorabilia are now gone. Sure he still had the ones most important to him but he sold most of it to fund his new activities.
He reached into a false panel near his desk and pulled out his black book. He was going hunting tonight.
Woah there budster. Tone down that edge or you just might cut yourself on it.
A flash of embarrassment shot through him but he shook his head and regained his focus.
He opened up the window to his room and lept out, running from rooftop to rooftop. Scaling one of the taller buildings and brooded over the city. He let his superior hearing take control. The Various sounds of the city flowing through him as he monitored all the ongoings around him.
"Happy birthday to-"
"Oh, son of a bitch. Again?"
"Come on, come on… YE-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"
He sprang into action immediately. His superhuman agility guided him as he leaped off the building and onto a lamppost below, startling the civilians around him. He paid them no attention as he sprung off the lamppost and onto another building across the street.
His hands grabbed the edge of it as he pulled himself up and began running towards where the scream came from. He pushed himself to go faster, in hopes to stop what was happening.
But when he arrived it seemed that he was too late. He landed in the alley below and looked at the corpse in front of him. It was another victim of the same mugger. Torn to shreds without rhyme or reason
At first, he thought it was a chainsaw that the murder used, but the cuts were too clean. It looked more like an animal attack, not some feral beast roaming the street. It felt more like… a trained attack dog, gunning in for the cleanest kill possible.
He looked around the crime scene some more, noticing how cramped the alleyway was. This is an ambush point. The killer waited until his victim came by. This wasn't an opportunistic killing. He was waiting for a specific target.
Woah. What a thrilling observation. What next? You gonna guess his favorite ice cream now?
'Hank. Can you please be serious about this?' Izuku stressed the please part of the plea.
Ha! No.
Izuku sighed and went back to looking over the scene. Leaning down towards the corpse he noticed something… familiar about it. He removed the glove over his mutated hand and touched some of the blood, rubbing it between his digits.
A pang of realization shot through him. He knew why it was so familiar, this blood had Nexus Energy running through it. Maybe that's why this person was targeted.
He put his glove back on and then found a set of barely noticeable boot print against some nearby trash littering the streets.
The size and distribution told him that the mugger was… male, 210 cm tall, and weighs… 155 kilos. Pulling out his black notebook he began to take notes on what he found.
Wow, truly the world's greatest bullshitter alive. Anything else "Detective"?
Izuku rubbed his chin in deep thought. 'He has a limp. There's an irregularity in the way-'
Yeah, I was being a jackass, Sherlock. Can we skip to the part where you kick this guy's ass?
Izuku grumbled and stood up. 'Hank… It's a little known fact that there are hundreds of miles of sealed off metro tunnels and sewer systems under Mustafu.'
Ok, cool, I don't care. The guys there, you have a lead. Just please fight him already.
Izuku sighed and took to the rooftops once more to find the specific manhole cover that would lead him to his perp.
After a few minutes of searching, he found what he was looking for. Standing over the manhole cover Izuku crouched down and easily lifted it up. Faint blood splatters on the first few rungs.
Izuku hopped in and began to scale the ladder into the waiting darkness below. Considering that this might be a trap set for him. That just meant he would have to carefully spring it open.
"Huh. Descending into what might be an ambush. Yeah, this is a completely sane thing to do."
Is that sarcasm? Looks like I'm rubbing off on ya.
Izuku rolled his eyes and continued descending down the ladder for what felt like half an hour.
Thirty-two minutes to be exact.
'Thanks.'
No problem.
He reached a large room and began to look around for his perp. Once he entered the adjoining room next to him he finally met his query.
"Hello," Izuku said flatly, his wraith voice sounding deeper and gravelly. The man in front of him, if he could even be called that looked. The killer Was gigantic and had muscles on top of his muscles.
The most striking detail however was the bone-white exoskeleton surrounding the killer's body. There were multiple spikes decorated around the natural armor with some black highlights, a long spiky tail hid behind animal-like legs. A pair of vicious claws that had specks of dried blood on them.
What caught his eye the most however was the thing's face, it was also covered in the white armor. A sharp set of teeth that had drool leaking from its mouth. Its face sorta looked like a mask, its two shining gold eyes looking back at him. Seemingly surprised at his formal greeting.
"Hey." The creature's gravelly voice answered back. The two stared at each other for a moment before Izuku asked his question.
"Why did you kill that person?"
"Why? You track me down and you want to know why?"
"I want to ascertain a motive. What your side of the story is. Did the victim wrong you in any way?"
"Hah! No. The fucker that did… this!" He then gestured to his body. "Was already dead by the time I 'woke up'. I didn't know who she was, but I would hazard a guess." Well, that was interesting. He would make note of that.
"Why kill the other guy then?"
"I was hungry. Plain and simple. It didn't hurt that the fucker was a real scumbag, and worked at a hospital nearby. A patient there was in a coma, young and pretty, wondered what happened to her. Doesn't really matter in the end. But the guy liked to visit her during the odd hours of the night. Nobody could hear him, nobody but me."
"So you took action into your own hands then? Hungry and filled with righteous rage you struck down the craven villain like some kind of hero of old?"
"Ha! You make it sound more poetic than it really is. And can you really call yourself any better? I've read the newspapers on you. Going out and striking terror from the dark like some kind of vengeful spirit. At least I put the animals down, you? You just let em walk! It's disgraceful."
"You let anger and hunger take hold of reason. Killing will only bring misery to everyone you care about, those that do and don't know you. It only leads to darkness and suffering."
All this Shakespearean bullshit is boring me to death kid. Just fight the guy already! Hank complained, but he may as well have been talking to a wall as Izuku just ignored him.
"Real slick. Almost Impressed me. But I know better, you're young and inexperienced in true battle; you are no killer, you don't have the stench of blood on you. A fighter sure… but not a killer. Too bad for you I've eaten both."
Izuku tensed up, his eyes honing in on the scar on his opponent's left leg. No doubt from fighting either a Pro Hero or some Villain was unfortunate enough to cross paths with him.
The two held the other's gaze for what felt like an eternity before the brute struck at the young vigilante with surprising speed and grace. Izuku leaned back as its claws cut the air in front of him. He then jumped out of the way from a follow-up kick made by the creature.
Izuku then flipped behind the thing only to stop midair as something grabbed onto his leg. He only had a moment to even process what happened before he was violently slammed down onto the ground. The Concrete around him breaking apart as pain shot through his body. Something was definitely broken.
Pushing through the pain he rolled out of the way of a stomp and jumped towards the giant's face, slamming his knee into its mask-like facade. It hurt like hell but a small crack appearing on the mask made it well worth it.
He then slammed both of his elbows on the crack to widen it further. Once he landed he ducked under a wild slash from the thing but did not anticipate its tail slamming into his side. Knocking the wind out of him and sending him flying into the wall, his body getting embedded into the concrete.
He had no breathing room to fight back as the thing came barreling towards him and shoulder charged him through the wall and into the next room. The thing then slammed Izuku on the floor repeatedly. The treated concrete breaking apart as pain racked all over his body.
He was then unceremoniously dropped to the ground as the thing looked at him with a bored look on its face. His costume had rips all over it, it was barely holding together, one of his lenses broke and his mask was torn in three places.
"That was pathetic. One little crack, and for what?" The giant scoffed at him. It then raised afoot, the one that had the limp, and looked like it was about to stomp down on him. Just what he wanted.
As soon as the appendage came downtime seemed to slow down as Izuku rolled backward at the last moment. The stomp broke apart the concrete underneath and from the sound of it broke the metal supports within.
Good. Izuku then kicked at the trapped leg with all of his might. A Cheshire grin forming as it broke under his might, bending at an unnatural angle. Just what he needed.
He then pushed himself up and kicked the giant underneath the chin. Making it stumble even more. Izuku steadied himself and then shot forwards to the crippled killer.
Throwing a haymaker into its jaw. Almost dislocating it. He followed up with two jabs into its side, a cross into where he assumed its liver was. He ducked under a wild swipe and jumped over the thing's tail and spin kicked the mutant in the side of its head.
Izuku then jumped out of the way of another attack and then rushed the mutant. Leaning under a swing before punching the thing in the armpit. The mutant did something he did not expect.
It burst open the wound on its leg and used its own blood to blind him for a moment. But that was all it needed to punch Izuku full force in his face, sending him crashing into the wall.
He shakily stood up and held his head in pain, darkness clouding the edge of his vision. He then looked around and noticed a trail of blood leading into the darkness. He followed it without hesitation but with extreme caution.
Keeping his wits about him as he walked into the darkness, scanning the area around him. As he looked around he noticed something. Whenever he fought something Hank usually became quiet. Why was that?
I'm too busy watching the show. And whenever I do say something it's to tell you that you sucked ass at that moment.
Izuku nodded despite the crude language.
Now I gotta know. What was with that posh attitude earlier?
'I… uh. I wanted to build a persona, ya know?'
Pfft. You can act like a tard until after you put on the colorful tights, until then- WATCH OUT!
His keen sense of hearing and a familiar tingle in his spine along with Hank's warning allowed Izuku to flip over a charge from behind him. Before he could land something grabbed his coat, he could feel sharp talons rubbing against his back.
He quickly took off his coat just before it was torn to shreds. He looked back to see that giant holding the scraps of his favorite coat, a makeshift splint around its broken leg. That's it, this was personal now.
Izuku and the mutant circled each other, waiting for an opportunity to attack the other.
Suddenly it crouched down and dug its claws into the concrete, then brought its claws up swiftly, sending shards of concrete in his direction.
He bobbed and weaved between the large chunks, dodging them with ease. The smaller shards on the other hand. A sharp pain then erupted in his side as two sharp bits of concrete were now lodged in his waist.
He saw the giant rush him again with far greater speed than something of its size and current state should be capable of doing. It swung at him but Izuku was able to dodge the attack and nearly dodge the tail too if it hadn't suddenly changed direction.
The attack nailed him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and nearly breaking his ribs. Something then grabbed his ankle in a vice-like grip. The mutant's claws digging into his leg as in it suddenly slammed him in down on the ground so hard that he bounced.
The mutant then sucker-punched him, sending him flying into the wall and near an electrical outlet.
"Seems I underestimated you, warrior. You shall have the honor of being a trophy." The young vigilante ignored the mutant as his attention was drawn to the electrical outlet. He could feel… something within.
He began to crawl towards it. The mutant looked on in amusement. The mutant then began to walk over to the vigilante, intending to kill the young hero.
And Izuku was not going to let that happen. When he reached the outlet he looked at it for a moment, not really sure on what to do now. He glanced back to see that the mutant was almost on top of him.
With no other options left and with some prompting of his brain he punched into the outlet with his mutated hand. His muscles spasmed as a surge of electricity traveled through him. Just as this happened bolts of Nexus Energy began forming around him and increasing in size as his body fed off the electricity.
His wounds began to close as his stamina came back in full force. A green aura surrounded him as his eyes began to glow brighter. With a flex of his muscles, he stood up.
The Mutant's surprise turned into anger as it charged the vigilante claws raised and ready to gut the young crime fighter. When Izuku looked at him, the mutant looked incredibly slow. Like it was moving through a sea of honey.
He grabbed a dart from his pocket and channeled his newfound energy into it. The dart floating in front of his fingertip as it began to spin at increasingly rapid speeds.
The speed of the darts rotations became so fast that the plastic on them melted off and the metal began to glow. With a crack of Nexus Energy, the dart shot off, exceeding the sound barrier in an instant as a loud bang reverberated around the room.
A corona of nexus energy surrounded the dart as it punched through the mutant's armor with ease, a small hole in its midsection. The realization of what happened and the agony it caused reached it when the dart shot out of its back.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" A deafening roar of pain came out of the mutant's mouth as the wound began to bleed profusely. His sensitive eardrums nearly burst at the sound but he stood firm. Only small amounts of blood coming out of his ears. Hidden by his mask.
The mutant then began to cough up small amounts of blood as it shambled towards Izuku. His head hurt, his muscles burned, and his bones felt like they were on the verge of snapping. But that didn't matter, he had won the battle.
He charged whatever reserves of nexus energy he had left into his mutated arm. Blocking a clumsy swipe from the mutant before delivering a devastating punch to the mutants Solar Plexus. The force alone almost cracked open the exo-skeleton and knocked the wind out of the thing. The further nexus energy served to destroy the armor completely and burn the muscles underneath.
The Mutant staggered a bit before coughing up more blood and flopping down onto the ground unconscious.
Izuku looked at the unconscious mutant for a moment before falling to his knees gasping for breath. His vision turned blurry and he almost blacked out but he forced himself to stand up, despite his body heavily protesting.
Way to go greenie! You sure kicked that guy's ass! Way to handle your first villain.
'Y-yeah. I did it. I won" He said the last part aloud and chuckled at the prospect but stopped when his lungs started to burn.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his black notebook and a pen.
New Power. Electricity/Energy? Absorption. He wrote the words down before closing it and putting it back in his pocket. He was gonna take a shower and then go to sleep.
Izuku found the ladder he had taken to get down here, he groaned a little before pulling himself up the rungs. He ignored the burning in his muscles as he pulled himself up.
When he got back into the alleyways is when his adrenaline began to wear off. The pain in his body intensified a hundredfold as he collapsed back onto his knees. The usually deafening sounds of the city around now sounded dulled and distant.
He shook his head and stood up. It was going to be a long night. Suddenly his spine shivered and he pushed through the pain and rolled out of the way as a pair of flat-looking ropes shot over where he was just standing.
They quickly retracted and Izuku followed them to their source. Tensing up as he saw a figure in all back with a long coil of rope- no tape hanging loosely on his neck. A Pair of Bronze goggles covered the man's eyes. He knew who this man was.
ERASERHEAD UNDERGROUND HERO
He supposed it was too much to ask for a peaceful night. He tensed his muscles and got ready for another fight. He wasn't sure he was going to win this, even after all the training he's gone through. He would have to retreat and lick his wounds instead.
Izuku then lept towards a nearby fire escape, intending to escape as quickly as possible before the pro could activate his quirk. From what he remembered, Eraserhead couldn't erase mutations. And he had mutations, he just had to evade his capture tape and he'll be dandy.
He was in fact, not dandy; as his body began to convulse mid-air as Eraserheads quirk activated. He then fell to the ground hard as his face planted into the edge of the fire escape.
His body continued to convulse as he heard swearing somewhere around him as the convulsing stopped. Then his mutated arm disintegrated within a matter of seconds. The sudden loss of all of the nerve endings caught up to his as he wailed in agony.
He looked over to see that all that was left was some spare blood. He then noticed Eraserhead staring at him with a horrified look on his face. Then a small blob of darkness formed above him.
It was swirling and getting bigger in seconds. It was then condensed into a shadowy figure, a figure he instantly recognized. "H-Hank?"
Shadow Hank looked around in confusion before looking at a downed Izuku; he then looked in the other direction and saw a perturbed Eraserhead.
Shadow Hank then gained a Cheshire grin under his rebreather. "Finally, some action."
In a blur of movement, Hank appeared in front of the Underground hero. His fist catapulting into the man's stomach as lighting speeds. The pro held his midsection as he dry heaved. Hank then leaned down and forced the pro to meet his eyes.
"Normally I'd just kill ya and be done with it. But the kid would never forgive me so count yourself lucky piss ass. Oh! And one more thing."
Hank's fist clocked the pro in the side of his head, knocking him out immediately. Hank looked at the man for a moment before sighing. "Well, that was disappointing."
Suddenly his shadow body began to disintegrate. "If someone makes an infinity war reference I will-" Shadow Hank fully disintegrated just as Izuku's arm reformed.
Izuku slowly sat up and looked around for a moment. 'Hank?'
Yeah?
'What just happened?'
It seems that despite you not having a quirk, the old dumpster diver over there can affect your nexus born mutations. How or why he can, well I have no Jebus damned clue. But we are gonna try this again without Mr. Homeless over there.
Izuku nodded in affirmation and climbed up the rooftops and made his way back to his apartment. He was tempted to just climb back in bed but he needed to get cleaned first.
He checked the time first and groaned at what he was. 12:22 AM.
He shook his head and grabbed some clean clothes. He would have to get a new coat too. He sighed and turned on the bathroom lights.
He looked into the mirror and saw just how torn up his costume is. His shirt had dozens of tears all over and was stained with blood. His blood. His mask had a tear where his hair was, exposing some of it and his goggles were missing one of the lenses and the other lens had a large crack in it.
He took his mask and goggles off and looked at his face. He had a large black eye and a split lip, his nose was broken too. He grabbed it and with a quick jerk realigned the cartilage and a bit of blood poured into the sink below.
He reached into the drawers and pulled out a first aid kit. He would bandage himself after the shower.
He took off his shirt, his lean stature was rippling with powerful muscles and littered with scars, both large and small. He grabbed a pair of tweezers and a woodblock, he shoved the block into his mouth and held the tweezers with one hand.
He reached the tool into the new cuts in his waste, he groaned for a moment and after a moment of carefully digging he pulled out more than a few shards of concrete. He put them all in an all-black garbage bag.
He took off the rest of his costume and turned on the shower. The warm water was a much-needed respite after his pretty shitty night. Dried blood and dust flowed off of his battered body and into the drain.
Once he was done he examined his wounds, dressing them accordingly. With liberal amounts of gauze and antiseptic cream. He then turned to look at his back and frowned at the five claw marks on them. They weren't as bad as the ones on his legs but he would have to clean them too.
Once he was done he put on the clean clothes and plopped down on his bed. Sleepiness taking hold of him in moments.
"Hank..." Izuku began to say, his words echoing in the void, "Why are we here?"
"That's a good question kid. Oftentimes I wonder about that myself." Hank's apparition said.
"You know what I mean." Izuku sighed, "Why am I here?"
He waved towards the vast expanse of nothingness.
That nothingness was suddenly replaced with drab surroundings. Before his very eyes, the hero in training blinked and saw the world suddenly and forcibly rearrange itself.
His vision swam as his very being seemed to roll all over the place before he fell flat on his face.
he coughed, getting up slowly.
"Think fast kid!"
Before Izuku could respond, the greenette was suddenly hit across the face by a heavy set of boots and sent sprawling!
"Oof! Too slow fucktard." Hank sighed, "Always expect an attack at any moment. That's basic ass-kicking 101."
Izuku had nothing to say to that, merely groaning miserably on the ground as he hugged the earth.
Slowly he got up and rubbed his face tiredly. Then he blinked as he stared at the black sky, nothing but an endless maw of darkness. The ground was a lifeless grey and there were many buildings of various sizes and shapes all over.
"Where...am I?" Izuku asked in confusion.
"The best shithole around kid." Hank laughed, waving his arms out, "Welcome to Nevada!"
"Why is...everything...?" Izuku began to say in confusion before Hank shushed him.
"Nuh uh kid. Not right now. I'll explain later but we are here for one thing only today! Or tonight, kinda gets hard to tell." Hank shrugged before suddenly shooting forward with a flying kick.
This time Izuku was expecting it and he ducked underneath it matrix style, grimacing as he twisted his back.
"Not bad kid! Good good you're learning." Hank nodded, heedless of Izuku's pained grimace, "Today we are training!"
"Training what?" the trainee in question asked.
"Don't ask me stupid questions like that!" Hank said as he pulled a desert eagle out from his back pocket.
Izuku let out a yelp as the world's deadliest Nevadan opened fire. With his heightened reflexes however, the young hero managed to dodge each shot with relative, if panicked, ease.
One shot nicked his cheek and he grimaced as he skidded on his feet.
"Good good! Focus on surviving the fight!" Hank continued, taking out another pistol and opening fire guns akimbo.
Izuku coughed as he began ducking and weaving through the hail of bullets. His lungs burned but he stayed on the move.
He sidestepped, jumped, and even did a backflip in pure desperation as Hank fired rapidly and without regard.
However, he was only dodging, and this was evidently not what Hank wanted him to do.
"Come on kid! When someone's got a gun and you don't, either pick up one of your own or take the fight to them!" he shouted, reloading his guns with intricate (and in the young hero's opinion) needless finesse.
"Show off," he muttered, looking around.
To his surprise, a sudden pool of shadows burst from the ground and, for a lack of better words, threw up a machete and a firearm he has no knowledge of other than "uzi".
He knew what he had to do.
The greenette darted forward with a burst of speed, picking up the machete with one hand and the uzi with the other.
He reloaded the gun in one smooth motion while using the machete to deflect a few bullets.
They ricocheted off the blade with a satisfying echo, and the young hero drew his own gun and opened fire.
He would be sorely disappointed as Hank easily dodged them with ease, in fact, it looked more like he was dancing around the hail of bullets.
He rushed forward when his guns clicked empty, doing a flurry of attacks that smacked the butt of his pistols against Izuku's defenses. Izuku held back fiercely, intending to hold his mentor back.
Izuku then coughed harshly as the assassin slammed his weapons into his stomach and then on his hands.
He held onto his machete but only barely, and lost his uzi entirely.
"I'm impressed kid! You got a good grip." Hank told him in between kicking his ass.
The hero tried to retort but found himself getting a sucker punch across the face, sending him flying.
"Ooooh ouch!" Hank winced, "That looked like it hurt. Are you even trying?"
"J-Just...getting...started..." Izuku groaned, grimacing as he stood up from where he landed.
"Oh good." Hank said happily, before dashing forward and swinging an intricate katana.
Izuku barely blocked it with his machete, the young hero gritting his teeth as Hank was relentless!
He kept swinging and slicing at him with practiced ease and it took all Izuku could to defend himself.
He began seeing a pattern, mentally cataloging Hank's attack patterns and responding accordingly.
He gave a quick jab at Hank to lure him into dodging to the side where he feinted, then swept his feet.
The assassin was briefly surprised and pleasantly so as he hit the dirt and Izuku swung down with his blade, intending to skewer him.
"Nice try." Hank complimented, before he dodged to the side, "But going for thrust attacks isn't guaranteed."
He then kicked Izuku hard in the stomach and sent him backward.
"Plus it leaves your weapon stuck in the ground." Hank chuckled, doing a flip to get up.
"Noted..." coughed Izuku, laying low.
As Hank got close, however, the assassin was pleasantly surprised again when Izuku swung with another sword. This time an elegantly made Katana that held blacked steel with some Kanji written on the side.
"Woah! Where'd that baby come from?" the assassin asked, ducking and stepping side to side.
"Don't know...just...needed a sword...!" Izuku said wearily.
The strange manner that they got their weapons could work in his favor so long as he kept up the offensive!
The ground oozed with bubbling blackness, spilling out weapons of different varieties and types.
Hank smiled behind his mask as he blocked the wild attacks of Izuku. The kid was shaping up to be a real ass-kicker and the man was eager to see what else he could do.
"Good good! Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!" Hank continued, ducking and then swinging a powerful strike that shattered Izuku's machete.
The greenette responded quickly, jumping backward and merely getting a shallow cut across his chest rather than a likely painful disembowel.
He let out a groan, dodging backward and picking up what he thinks is a machine gun.
He let loose with all the accuracy of an American protagonist in a cheesy military movie.
"Grrraaaaaagh!" he let loose what felt like a war cry.
Hank stifled a laugh as Izuku made the best impression of a screeching goat.
He used his blade to deflect a storm of bullets before he did a spin and threw the katana at Izuku.
The young hero held his weapon up quickly and succeeded in blocking the attack.
The blade slammed through tough metal and easily pierced the gun, making it useless and dangerous to him.
Izuku groaned again, he then threw the gun at Hank as hard as he could. With Hank easily batting the gun sword with his bare hands.
He then narrowly dodged Izuku's lightning-quick kick, grabbing his leg and swinging him around before tossing him!
The young hero went airborne again and crashed into the walls, cracking the white concrete and falling onto the floor coughing harshly.
"Is it too late...for a break...?" he wheezed.
Hank sighed, "HA! Breaks are for pussys and weenies. You think the asshat trying to kill ya will take a break? Fuck no. So either get back up or I'll kick you to death.
He punctuated that statement by jumping up and doing a pile driver move.
Izuku hastily rolled away as the ground crunched and cracked where he once just was. The young hero got up again, coughing as he tried to regain control of his breathing.
He dodged Hank's attacks numerous times, constantly on the defensive as Hank mercilessly tried to beat him down!
Slowly, the young hero began adapting quickly, predicting Hank's next moves and retaliating with quick counter strikes. Each time, Hank would respond accordingly and the game continued.
Eventually however, Izuku miscalculated and fell for a feint that Hank pulled and the boy felt his heart stop as Hank gave him the biggest shit-eating grin ever as he launched a flying fist at Izuku's face.
"Nothing personal kid." Hank grinned, before he practically knocked the lights out of Izuku in one flying punch!
The boy felt the brief feeling of intense pain as his jaw exploded in agony and he felt woozy flying through the air.
Just as he hit the ground, the world suddenly collapsed into nothingness again. He was being consumed by the endless maw of the abyss and he opened his mouth to let out a scream before he snapped back into reality.
"AHHHHHHH!" Izuku screamed, shorting forward from his bed and slamming into the wall!
As he laid down just as quickly in pain, another annoying headache made itself known.
Very good kid! You fought as well as a drunken baboon! But hey you're progressing well! A few more sessions like that and you'll be a pro in no time!
Izuku groaned mentally. He then looked at the time and saw that it was almost three in the morning. He sighed and got up.
Hey, where you going? I still have to kick your ass for another three hours.
"I'm going for a walk." He said simply, he walked over to his closet and pulled out his secret trunk. Opening it to reveal and pulled out a black hoodie with red stripes on the sleeve. A pair of fingerless gloves and some black cargo pants. He put them all on and reached into the chest for the last pieces.
He pulled out a black bandana and tied it over his hair, then there was a face mask with the lower skull on it. He put it on alongside his glasses, and now he felt ready to go back out. Damn the consequences.
As he walked over to his window and cracked it open. Walking out once more into the cold dark night.
Subject Midoriya
Threat Level: Upgraded to Delta
List of (Developed) Powers
Heightened Senses(Still Developing)
Advanced Strength(Still Developing)
Advanced Reflexes(Still Developing)
6x faster than Normal Person
Nexus Bolt(Still Developing)
Nexus Wail
BULLET-TIME
Advanced Metabolism(Staunches bleeding faster than normal, allows for minor healing factor. Setback, Subject need to eat large amounts of food)
Minor Empath abilities(Requires touch to activate)
Mutated Limb(Right arm, acts as a conduit for Nexus based attacks)
Energy Absorption(Can absorb electric and small amounts of kinetic energy)
Martial Arts and Weapon based Training
Boxing (Advanced)
Krav Maga(Advanced)
Muay Thai(Advanced)
Jiu-jitsu(Adept)
Ninjutsu(Adept)
Escrima(Basic)
Subject Stats
STRENGTH: C+
AGILITY: B+
SPEED: B+
ENDURANCE: B+
INTELLECT: A-
TACTICAL: B-
AWARENESS: B+
SOCIAL: C-
Man this was really fucking fun to write, especially having Izuku struggle against the Mutant and having to protect his secret identity. I wonder How long he can keep up the bullshit given how he's a really bad liar. Man Izuku, why do you gotta do that to mama Midoriya like that? Shame on thee.
ManwithaPlan113: What can I say, Hank gives zero shits about what people think of him and is all about killing goons and eating pie. He has no time for anything else.
SolSprada369: I already told you this in the PM I sent you but Imma say it again for everyone else too. I don't want every fight Izuku gets into to be a stomp fest. He holds back because he could very easily kill someone if he went all out. And he won't do that yet.
Leader: You don't have to worry about that man. Izuku having multiple voices won't happen until the sequel.
Super heavy weapons guy: Oh don't you worry man. This is a madness fic after all, it would be a sin if I don't bring Tricky in at some point.