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Chapter Fifteen - Polarity Pt. II

After the three students had escaped, a sound emitted from the out of control Quirk, something that sounded similar to the cry of a whale that bellowed out, echoing through the halls.

Many around that wing of the school felt emotional turmoil brew within themselves, and many began to cry. They had no idea why it was happening, but something about the sound they had heard affected their emotional state.

A tear rolled down Paper Mache's cheek, but his eyes didn't falter as he stared at the being. He wiped it away and looked at the tear on his gloved hand.

"Your Quirks evolving it seems," the man said. "That's no good. I'm gonna need ya to talk before things get more hairy, capiche?"

The Quirk that was once Miss Negative was becoming so unstable, that its humanoid form was barely visible amongst the pulsating light and changing formations of energy.

"Tch, worthless local Heroes, making the American clean this stuff up," Paper Mache muttered as he opened his trenchcoat.

Within his coat were hundreds of sticky notes plastered inside. He held his hand out towards the being, his fingers shaping into a finger-gun, as he slowly began to approach it.

"Question #1– Did you kill Hiyumi Hikata?"

The glowing being lurched forward, as if ready to run and strike. Paper Mache pulled his pointer finger, like pulling the trigger of a gun, and sent three of the sticky notes flying out from his trenchcoat. They curled up and became thin, piercing right through the Quirk being, making it stagger as it left small holes in it.

"This ain't fun, c'mon now," the man said with a yawn. "You tellin me you're just gonna lose control and that's the end of your story? What kind of crap is that?"

Somewhere, deep inside the entity, someone heard his words. They had no idea who they were, no self identity or personal thoughts. All they could do was listen, and hear what was going on.

"I mean, I could keep ya til help comes, and then you'll be destroyed and that's that," Paper Mache said, still slowly approaching. "Or you could come out of your shell and own up to what you've done."

What I've done…?

The thought pinged inside of the being, and Miss Negative opened her eyes, finding herself in a void. Even though it appeared like a large space, the woman felt alone and confined.

What did I do? I didn't do anything! She moved her hands around, trying to find an escape. I never deserved any of this, I—

She gasped suddenly, looking down and watching a small hole appear in her chest.

On the outside, Paper Mache had fired another shot of paper and riddled another hole into the entity. His expression was growing darker, as he wondered if anything was getting through, or if he would really need to make the decision to subdue or destroy her right then and there.

Help me! Miss Negative opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She clutched at her chest, feeling the pain but unable to express it. I'm innocent!

The thoughts of Hiyumi's parents crept up in her mind. The way they spoke to her and looked down upon her.

"You're really worthless huh? I think the dirt in the garden has been getting more use than you!"

"Stop smiling! What do you have to smile about, you worthless piece of—"

"Why couldn't you just die or something? Save us the damn trouble of paying for your crap…"

Miss Negative curled up into a ball, wanting to accept the darkness and just vanish, but something was holding her back.

Why did I kill her? That's not who I am…

She remembered how one strike of her hand had been strong enough to kill Hiyumi. It had so much emotion behind it, as if she had been storing her negative feelings for years and let it all out right then and there. But it was confusing to her— She had only existed for a few minutes, so those memories weren't really hers, right?

It wasn't her fault, that's what she had decided for so long, and became the driving force behind her being able to stay alive in the world without her creator.

Paper Mache stopped his approach for a moment, watching the way the entity seemed like it was confused. Its form was slowly becoming less volatile, focusing more on the humanoid shape.

"This is your last chance!"

As those words were heard, tears streamed down Miss Negative's face. Her cries and whimpers were silent in the void, and she could only accept that she would die there for what she had done.

Mom… Dad…

Why do I wish I could see you right now?

I guess I'm still that happy little girl deep down inside…

That's when she felt it. A warm hand touching her head. She looked around, unable to see anything there.

"It's alright, you've done alright," the man's voice spoke.

Who is that… Who…

Paper Mache had approached the being, removing his glove from his right hand and hesitantly patting its head. He felt his hair standing up on end, but was surprised that there was a physical form there to touch.

"You should use your last moments as yourself," he told her. "Not pretending to be what you're not. Otherwise, what the hell was your life for?"

Miss Negative blinked at this, reaching up towards her head, desperately wanting to feel someone's warmth again. Thinking back on it, she hadn't had any contact with others because she was afraid they'd discover her secret.

And now, at this moment, she felt regret that she had wasted such a precious life she had been given.

This power, this is me… I shouldn't exist, but I do! So I….

Paper Mache took a step back, a bit surprised as he saw the glow of the entity begin to fade a bit, the energy bubbling and rippling as it receded inwards, before leaving the form of Miss Negative standing there, wobbly.

I need to take responsibility!

Class 1-H had stayed within the classroom after a majority vote to decide their next course of action after the kidnapping.

They weren't a part of the Hero class, they knew this, and it pained them, but they believed that their best action was to trust in those three and stay put til help arrived.

Just kidding.

While they did stay in the class, the students of 1-H had put their brains together to utilize anything they had.

Taka used his Quirk to rewind back to their robot creation competition. As people handed him pieces of various devices, he reconstructed the small drone-like bot he had created from his Quirk memory, though this new one was much more makeshift and awfully designed.

For the next step, the bespectacled boy wanted a phone to rig as the controls. Nobody would offer, feeling reluctant to give up their personal devices, but luckily Ken seemed to not care and handed it over.

Soon, they had a functioning robot with a camera delivering feed to the phone that was being used to control it. They all celebrated, keeping it quiet though just in case anyone bad was still around.

While Taka controlled the drone, Wakata and Risako watched the doorway, holding a bat and a metal rebar respectively. Risako was grinding her sharp teeth together in nervous anticipation, feeling like she really really wanted to get into a fight, but also hoping nothing bad would happen in case she couldn't save anyone.

"Nobody's around. The other classes look like they're locked up tight still," Taka commented, the phone screen reflecting off of his glasses in the dark classroom.

"If it's all clear, shouldn't we make a break for it?" The hammer-headed Tokoi Konoda looked around to see if anyone agreed.

"Hey, we took a vote, remember? Deal with it, loser," Risako said from the door, making Konoda scowl.

Ken sighed, looking bored as he sat at his desk, but beneath it his leg was shaking with anticipation. He truly felt helpless at that moment, and behind

"Ken! What are we going to do?!" The small figure of Shiro suddenly jumped up onto his desk, trembling and sniffling to fight back tears. "What will happen to Yuki? To Midoriya?... And Hatsume I guess."

"We're going to try and find them with the robot, bout it," Ken responded with a shrug.

Shiro growled and grabbed him by the collar. "As if that's good enough! We need to take action!"

Ken looked away from her, keeping his bored expression, which only served to make her more and more infuriated.

"You're right," Ken said, surprising her. "But it's not that we should be afraid of expulsion, but rather… We aren't suited to help them."

Shiro was taken aback by this. "W-What do you mean?"

Ken looked her in the eyes. "We're not heroes."

Shiro scowled and let go of him, hopping down and walking off in a huff of anger. Ken watched her go, returning to his own thoughts, remembering the events that had transpired.

Something bad went down, and then we were attacked… But why?

"Ah, I found someone!" Taka's yell made everyone run over to see what he saw. "Hey they're picking it up—"

When Ken arrived, he saw a black eye staring into the camera. The person moved it back, revealing themselves and their smile.

"Principal Nezu?!" The students all exclaimed at the same time.

"Oh my, what is this thing? Was this thing causing that commotion," the small animal-like Principal wondered aloud.

"Crap! Taka, you didn't put a microphone or anything in there," Shuzo said. "You idiot! We're just making things worse—"

Wakata reached over and pulled on Shuzo's goatee hard, making him gasp and wince in pain. The athletic girl then leaned in closer to the screen.

"It looks like he's near the Hero classrooms! We should send someone to him," she exclaimed.

"Didn't we vote on this? C'mon now," Shuzo retorted.

That was when three figures suddenly appeared in the doorway. The 1-H class had never acted so fast in their lives, springing into action to try and make up for what had happened before.

"WAIT—"

Izuku's yell barely came out in time, as Wakata and Risako barely stopped their weapons in time, and Shuzo jumped over the desk Taka was sitting at and grabbed Yuki's collar, ready to punch him. They all paused for a moment.

"You're okay!" Shiro ran out towards them, though more specifically Yuki, though she slid to a halt when she saw his injury. "Yuki! No!"

"It's not that bad, just shut up," Yuki said.

They helped Yuki over to a desk, sitting him on it. He undid his uniform, so they could examine the wound.

Miiko Ishimoto, who was usually very reserved, was quick to go into action. "Excuse me," she said gently, giving Yuki a smile as she began to tap her fingers along either side of the cut. Shiro watched her with resentment at her touching Yuki, until Ishimoto sat back and clasped her hands together.

Suddenly, the wound closed itself together, as if invisible stitches were placed within, the bleeding stopping. Everyone was surprised.

"My Invisible Threads Quirk will hold it together while we get real help," Ishimoto said warmly. "It should be fine as long as I'm around."

"Ah, thanks," Yuki said with a simple nod.

"Well, I'm glad this is all working out. Right Izuku?" Mei smirked and looked around, blinking as she saw that he was nowhere to be found. "Izuku?!"

"Hey, hold on," Shiro said, getting close to Mei, standing up on her tip-toes and squinting at her. "Since when were you on a first name basis with Midoriya hm?"

Mei looked down at the girl, then put a hand to her chin in thought.

"I guess I didn't even realize," Mei said. "He is my best friend I suppose."

Shiro gasped. "You— You probably want to go after Yuki too, huh? Well I won't let you!"

Mei watched in confusion as the small girl ran over and jumped onto Yuki. The boy grunted and tried to push her off, while Ishimoto watched on with her usual calm smile, making sure to keep the threads in tact.

"Crap, now the Principal is just confused about the drone! We made things worse," Shuzo commented.

"Be quiet! Someone just go to him," Taka demanded, and Wakata obliged and headed out, with

Izuku had already left, wanting to return to Paper Mache as soon as possible, having grabbed his backpack and the Flow. As he ran, he powered on and slipped on the device, attaching the tubes and making sure everything was ready.

I'm coming! I'll show what I've got!

Miss Negative fell forward, and Paper Mache caught her, gently kneeling down to rest her on the ground. Her body was heavily scarred now with red glowing marks all over, similar to when one of the clones would take damage.

The woman was shivering intensely, feeling a wave of cold washing over herself that she had never felt before.

"Hey hey, it's alright, you're back," Paper Mache said, not exactly sure how to comfort someone as it wasn't his forte. "Can you talk now?"

Miss Negative looked up at the man, nodding her head slowly. "Y-Yes…"

"Good, I'll make it quick. I need to know… Are you part of what's going on at USJ?"

The woman's eyes looked down sadly. She slowly nodded her head.

"Who are they? Whats their goal?"

"Villains… t-they want… All Might… I was supposed to attack the school, b-but I… began to fade," she shakenly explained.

"I see… I have no remorse for murderers or villains, but I can't exactly abandon you here… Ya got any regrets?"

She looked back up at him and weakly lifted a hand, which he took in his own, surprised by how cold it was. The warm touch was invigorating to the woman, who smiled softly.

"I wish I could have… proven my parents wrong," Miss Negative spoke softly. "But they were right… about me… being useless."

Paper Mache sighed. "Look, those two dirtbags don't know nothin'. If you became a scumbag it had nothing to do with them being right, just them being a bad influence."

"But…"

"No buts," the man said, letting go of her hand and standing up. "You made your choices, nobody's here to relieve you of your sins. You just gotta accept it and move on, right?"

The woman lowered her hand and nodded solemnly.

"I know."

"Good. I'll make sure your parents know everything, so they can rest easy, not that they deserve it though," Paper Mache said, stepping away and taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He took a drag and sighed, looking around. "This gym's got no sprinklers right? Don't really care either way I guess."

Miss Negative stared up at the ceiling, feeling the cold taking over herself. She could feel something cold and wet beneath her, enveloping her. She realized it was the feeling that Hiyumi had felt, lying in a puddle of her own blood.

I'm sorry everyone… Hiyumi… I was such a bad friend…

A tear fell down her cheek, and her body began to slowly unravel and disperse.

Paper Mache turned to her, watching as he took a drag of his cigarette. Despite his usual way of thinking, he felt bad for the girl, knowing she was as much a victim as she was a

"I hope you're a better person in the next life."

A deafening explosion sounded from behind Paper Mache. The fading Miss Negative turned her head slowly to look to him, her eyes widening in shock.

The cigarette fell from Paper Mache's mouth and he stumbled forwards a bit, looking down at the bullet hole that had appeared in his chest, blood seeping from it quickly. He turned slowly to look at his assailant that was behind him.

Then another shot occurred, and then another.

The sound of gunshots put Izuku on edge as he hid near the gymnasium doors, peering in, shocked by what he was seeing.

Paper Mache fell backwards, having been shot once in the back and two times in the chest, collapsing beside Miss Negative.

His attacker was someone who was abnormal to say the least— A tall person wearing a gray suit, with a metal device around their neck, and a head that seemed to he made up of a black, almost fiery substance. His yellow eyes glowed in the darkness as he lowered the gun in his hand and approached the two bodies.

"Looks like you didn't do much here," the void-like man spoke. "I even put in the effort to come get you after All Might defeated us."

All Might…? If they're after him then… Izuku gulped, clenching his fists as he looked over to Paper Mache, who was on the ground unmoving.

"That's a shame. At least you will disappear and not be forced to face the League of Villain's wrath to come," he spoke.

The darkness seemed to seep out of him, creating a sort of void that began to envelope his body. Izuku took a step out into the open, ready to rush in and attack him-

However, something touched his foot. He looked down to see a crumpled up paper there, then looked over to Paper Mache. The man had turned himself to look at Izuku, shaking his head.

Izuku gritted his teeth, trembling as he felt like he needed to do something, while Paper Mache and his own instincts wanted him to wait.

He couldn't. After the events of today, Izuku didn't want to wait and be helpless any longer.

The boy rushed in, flicking his middle finger inwards to power his Flow, hearing the whirring sound. He released the finger, and air blasted from his boots, propelling him forward as he tried to attack the villain.

However, the villain turned his yellow eyes upon the oncoming Izuku, who was surprised to be noticed so quickly.

"I'm sorry, that was a costly mistake."

In an instant, Izuku has gone from a reckless confidence, to fear as he approached the ready villain, his eyes glazing over a bit as he retreated into his thoughts.

Am I… gonna die?

To Be Continued…

Polarity Pt. III