*sees all the reviews that popped up since ending season one* WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?

Lmao seriously wasn't expecting so much support to spring up AFTER the first season ended XD But you guys put me on blast like a week later! So here, to sate yourselves for a bit, have a prologue!

The story isn't continuing immediately, I've got other projects to make some dents in first. But just be aware that the story WILL continue, I've got season 2 already completely planned out.

But thank you guys so much for the support, helps me a lot :D

Season Two, Episode XII

Proluge

The Only Way Out

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Ryoko

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Two Days.

I sat alone for two days, in silence. Nothing but the sound of my own sobbing, or hysterical laughter at the cruel joke that was my life, to keep me company. While his corpse sat cold on the floor, never moving from where I'd dropped him. And in all that time, after my screaming and anger had died down, and I'd reduced our filthy home into a total wreck, I was just hoping that somebody would come and save me.

While I raked my claws across the walls, while I tore apart the furniture, and destroyed every material possession we had. I was just waiting for the moment, when I'd hear someone's voice call out to me. When a helping hand would pull me from this pit I'd dug.

But nobody came.

It was late night of the second day, my body ached with hunger. But when I tried to feed on the tiny scraps of food we had remaining, I couldn't keep anything down. I threw up bile all over the floor, and decided I couldn't eat anymore. I couldn't sleep either, there was no darkness when I closed my eyes just the picture of his face as I killed him. I found myself sitting on the floor, staring at his body, waiting. Waiting for nothing.

No police ever arrived, I doubt anyone around here cared enough to call when screaming was heard. We lived in the worst part of town of course, I'm sure what I did wasn't even uncommon. I tried to think about what was going to happen now, where I would go from here...

But really, there were only two answers.

I'd either get found, and turned over to police. Or, I'd sit here in silence, and starve to death.

The pain was already gnawing at my stomach, I was so hungry... But something kept me from moving, kept me from really thinking. I was mesmerized by his corpse, by what I'd done. In the moment, I'd felt so good about what I did, the sweet catharsis of killing the bastard. And then there was pain, anger... Not for him, but because I knew there was no hope left for me. And now?

Now there was nothing.

As the clock struck midnight, I felt a faint breeze pick up. My head finally turned away from the body of my father, locking onto the swirling mass of purple and black at the far side of the room. Through it, stepped a man dressed like a waiter at some fancy bar. But he had no hands or human face, just a mass of more purple and black mist. His yellow eyes were piercing, I knew that I should be afraid, or... Reacting at all.

But I couldn't move.

His eyes drifted over to the body, nodding slowly before turning to the gateway he'd come through. "It is already over."

"I suspected as much." The new voice was commanding, deep and powerful, but also sounded much older. As a new figure stepped through the gateway, a man in a fancy suit. His face was hidden by some strange mask, maybe a breathing apparatus? Facing me, he never bothered to look towards the body. "And you must be Ryoko, The Beast, as they called you..."

What is this? What is happening?

"I'll understand if you are still in shock..." He offered, stepping forward slowly. "You've been through quite a lot haven't you? And yet, here you sit... Alone, but alive." He didn't come any closer once half the distance had been crossed, he was giving me plenty of space but... I don't think it was out of caution that I could hurt him. No, every instinct I had told me, this man could end my life in an instant. "You are a survivor... And with power like yours, you deserved better than... This." Motioning to the building around us.

"I-" the words were caught in my throat, interrupted by violent coughing. The dryness of my throat left it raspy and in pain.

"Tell me," The masked man continued, while I struggled through my coughing fit. "Where will you go from here? What happens next? Have you even considered it?"

Once the fit ended, I panted for breath, finally getting my senses together. "Jail... Or... Maybe I'll just... Sit here, and die..."

"Ah, but that isn't a way forward now is it?" He countered, spreading his arms slightly. "Those, are endings... And I don't think you want to end, not yet." Before he knelt down, placing himself on eye level. "You were hurt weren't you? You were abandoned by Hero Society, tossed aside when you needed their help most... How does that make you feel?"

"A... Angry."

"You spent your life living with his... Pathetic wretch," He scoffed, standing back up now that I was holding eye contact. "This abusive monster, this unfit parent... A man, I'm sure you would agree is a criminal, but you had to get rid of him yourself... How does that make you feel?"

"Angry."

Why was I agreeing with him? This man... He was clearly a criminal, "And how many more out there, suffer like you in this society? Strong, oppressed by the weak because of simple, pointless laws? Tell me, how does that make you feel?"

I didn't respond, shaking off whatever trance I was in. "What do you want?"

He paused briefly, "I want to give you a chance, to become something more... To strike back at the society that wronged you, and so many others."

"You mean... You want me to become a villain."

He kept quiet for a moment, reading my expression... Or maybe the lack-there-of, "You are strong willed, good." He finally replied, giving a chuckle. "Yes, in the eyes of the current society... You would be seen as a criminal, however," He stepped closer, offering a hand to help me up. "I do not have any plans of having you unleash your power, on anyone but the corrupt heroes and broken system this world has created." His guard was completely lowered, was I that little of a threat to him? "And I can give you more power than you ever dreamed of, beyond that of your Quirk, to do it."

More power? "And... What exactly is your plan for society, if you manage to bring down the Heroes?" I questioned, there was no way this guy could defeat everyone... Especially not with a Number One hero like All Might.

"Oh, we'll get to that... For now, I need powerful allies." He wasn't stupid enough to give me the full story, smart. "So will you join me? Or stay here to rot?"

Well... He was right about one thing, staying here wasn't a way forward, it was an end. "..." I forced myself up without his help, my legs shaky and weak from sitting for so many hours. "Alright... I'll go with you, for now..."

"An excellent choice..."