This is prologue is short, but I plan on chapters being very long.
I've only watched a bit of My Hero Academia, but i've read a whole heap of fanfic. If my characters are a bit off, so very sorry. I'll work harder. This idea came to me just this evening and ahaha, i've already plotted a fair bit of this story. Desperately need to share it with you guys. More chapters await~~
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Prologue
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"I don't –"
Bakugō Katsuki arches under the impact of the villain. Slimy bone fingers splitting his mind open – forcing it to break and swallow something it doesn't want. Curls away from and screams.
Green, vile sewage fills him until Katsuki's eyes roll to the back of his head. He feels himself drifting towards unconsciousness. Darkness slithering the outer edges of his wavering vision.
"Stop stop stop - I don't want this -"
'Trust me,' the villain giggles.
Impatient fingers peels his mind away like shell off boiled eggs.
'This will be over in a sec….wait - '
Katsuki's fights. Senses clouding, darkness pulling him in – Katsuki fights with every molecule in his body to stay awake.
"Kacchan!"
An ear shattering scream tugs at Katsuki like a hand yanking him out of the water.
Through the muck of piss and shit smothering his body, Katsuki smells nitro-glycerine.
Through one uncovered eye, he see's good-for-nothing Deku running at him, mildly-chaotic expression mixed with unnerving determination to get to him. School bag swinging.
In the distance he see's heroes stationed at the police perimeter yelling at Deku to stop. Resembling alarmed rodents.
In his curdling, broiling mind Katsuki hears the villain screech: 'wait what's – how - who the hell are you?! '
The peeling stops. Katsuki shouts at a sobbing Deku: "Get back you fucking moron!" and blows…
But it was too late.
'I don't care if you were here first he's mine now!'
"Oi! Don't fucking – "
In one great heave, the villain skins Katsuki's mind like a cat.
Into the darkness, into the void, Katsuki plunges.
Briefly, very briefly the villain gains control.
"Kacchan!"
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One simple second of manic laughter, unshed tears in red disillusioned eyes – and it stops and something – something wakes up.
"What the heck?"
It wasn't the villain who had said it. Control slips like melting ice in warm hands.
"Man, get out," the things says. "It's gross."
And the villain feels fear.
The kind people get when they're home alone and hear something move. The kind that's like a cool lick to the back of the neck, the sudden drop of missing a step on the staircase. Or a car rushing by on a crosswalk. Or staring down the barrel of a gun on the way home.
It was like he was feeling it for the very first time in his life.
And wanted none of it.
'Incredibly sorry for the intrusion!' slime trembling and bubbling in gushing fright 'I'll get going now! So sorry!'
Just as jerking the plug from a bathtub, he comes rushing out. Pulling every bit of himself from the boy. Dropping him like hot coal.
He doesn't know how it happens. But the millisecond he hurriedly tugs the last of himself free – like chewing gum from the sole of a shoe - nitro-glycerine fumes.
"Huh, is that me?" the child audibly wonders.
And the alleyway is engulfed in fire.
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