I'm Not the One Who Decides

by The1whoknox

A teen takes an offer to take his revenge on those who wronged him and the ones he loves. He will burn all those that have wronged the innocent. He will give vengeance to those who cannot take it themselves. He will do the things that no one will admit needs to be done. People will call him a killer, but he is something more. It's not murder it's vengeance. Anti-hero, no OFA Izuku.

2. Chapter 2: The Devil's Due

I'm Not the One Who Decides

Disclaimer: I own none of these properties if I did there would have been some changes.

My Hero Academia

"Hi there" normal Speech

'Hi there' Internal thought

"Listen well, team." Monster, Quirk, All Might form voice or Electrical voice.

"Heroes Save City" Titles of Books, Articles, Names on Signs, etc.

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AN: Just to answer a few questions and give a few thankyous. To those who have favorited and followed my story, thank you for liking, and I hope I continue to bring you back for more.

To the guest reviews:

I am glad you like where it is going.

I am using inspiration from the Robbie Reyes Ghost Rider. I like the flaming car idea better than the flaming motorcycle. I did the same thing with Agents of SHIELD, binged watched the whole series to catch up to see Ghost Rider, and he was only on it for ten episodes.

I am glad you like the concept. I wanted to try something different.

To TheCartoonist127: I am glad you are enjoying come back for more.

Chapter 2: The Devil's Due

On the Road of Musutafu

The Charger roared through the streets. Its driver's face held no emotion. After dumping the body of the hostage in the ocean, he drove to his destination. The hostage lasted three days before he broke from constant interrogation and lack of food and water. He was told that his target was at a restaurant that was a front for the gambling den that legitimized their money. Izuku could already feel the fire within him beginning to surface. The Rider was ready to deliver vengeance, and Izuku would unleash him to find that girl. His eyes glowed, and he pushed the pedal to the floor. The engine roared, and rubber burned.

Restaurant

The restaurant was closed for the night. The kitchen and wait staff were already gone for the night, but three men guarded the front door. Pistols secured in the back of their belts. One of the guards went to slight a cigarette when all three heard the sound of a roar. They quickly pulled out their hidden weapons, thinking it is an animal hero, but they were wrong. As the roaring continued to approach them. They looked down the road and saw the headlights of a car fast approaching.

The guards lower their weapons when the car drives down the street. The vehicle suddenly roars again, telling the three guards that it was speeding up, and it was coming right for them. The first two were killed instantly as one was quickly caught under the wheel. The other went flying over the windshield and landed face-first on the pavement, blood leaking from his head. The third guard was hit with the front bumper, which caused him to fly back and land roughly on his side on the concrete sidewalk.

The third guard's vision was blurry as he opened his eyes to the sound of a car door opening and closing. His eyes finally focused on a pair of black boots that were in front of him. He heard a voice comment, "Good, you're awake. I was afraid I killed you," the guard was relieved, thinking the driver was just a civilian. That thought was dismissed as the boot came down on his head and pressed his skull into the concrete, "Tell me how to get in the back room." The guard said nothing at first but quickly screamed when the mysterious figure started to grind the side of his face into the concrete with his foot.

"I am not in the mood to be jerked around! Answer me!" Izuku continued to grind the man's face.

"In the back of the meat locker, knock on the center panel, but they won't let you in!" the guard said in a strained voice.

"Is Overhaul in there?" Izuku asked in a dangerous tone.

The guard laughed at the voice, realizing he was here for the big boss. He smiled a bloody smile at the stranger's leg, "You are going to die, punk. The boss doesn't like to be bothered with little fish. You won't even get close!" Izuku stomped his heel on the guard's head, causing his skull to fracture and shards to go into his brain, killing him.

Izuku wiped his boot on the concrete. He went to his trunk, opened it, and pulled out a chain, which he quickly wrapped around himself like a satchel. He opened the door to the restaurant by breaking the door's lock. The door opening was signaled by the sound of a bell ringing. He quickly made his way to the kitchen, where he found the meat locker. Opening it quickly, he went inside and went to the center back panel. He knocked as he was told and was answered when a peephole slid open, and two slitted eyes appeared in the peephole. The eyes traveled up and down Izuku, and he heard a chuckle, and a gravelly voice answered through the door, "Beat it, kid! This isn't a place for you."

Izuku did let the threatening voice discourage him, "I am here for Overhaul."

Again a chuckle came from behind the door, "What do you want him for?"

Without breaking eye contact, he stated matter of factly, "I'm going to kill him."

All amusement left the voice behind the door, "You got some stones kid threatening the boss. Get lost before I have to kill you."

Izuku was not intimidated by the voice as he leaned into the door closely, "Either you open the door, or I break it down with you behind it." The eyes in the peephole widened when he thought he saw the teen's eyes begin to glow like fire. The shock quickly changed to amusement as the door was made of steel and six inches thick. The door weighed more than five hundred pounds. Only a person with a strength quirk could break it down, and looking at the teen, the doorman doubted he had the strength to do so.

The doorman again laughed, but this time by the boy's threat, "I would pay to see you try it, punk." The doorman continued, "This door is made of the pure steel, and by the looks of ya, I doubt you can knock this dow…" the doorman monologue was cut short by when Izuku let out a roar and breach kicked the metal slab of the door. The hinges of the door twisted and snapped like twigs. The door went backward, taking the doorman with him. The door went back two feet before falling with the doorman underneath him.

Izuku entered the gambling den walking over the fallen door. The door had a dent where Izuku had kicked it, making the top and bottom of the door curve inward slightly. "I gave you a chance," was all he said. As he walked down a long hallway that ended with two double doors with gold handles. He pushed them open and was greeted by the sound of relaxing jazz music and the smell of cigarettes. Izuku looked out of place in his jeans and leather jacket. A quick scan showed most of the men were wearing collared dress shirts, slacks, and dress jackets. The women were all wearing expensive dresses, jewelry of the gold and diamond variety, furs from exotics near-extinct animals, and heels that were no less than five inches. Another group of people who caught his eye was the muscle, obvious yakuza members from their suits, and masks covering the lower half of their faces. This was defiantly Overhaul's Yakuza, and Izuku was in the right place, 'These guys are packing,' he thought.

The room itself was huge. It resembled a mini-casino, at least twenty tables littered the main floor with different games, and slot machines littered the walls. The ceiling was spacious with a giant chandelier and a balcony where Izuku saw more Yakuza watching over the floor. Looking around, he saw a set of stairs that were cordoned off by velvet rope stanchions with two Yakuza, one on each side. Izuku walked to the top step of the small stairs that led to the illegal casino floor, immediately, many patrons and guards noticed him.

Realizing he had everyone's attention, Izuku walked to a game table and hopped on it, knocking off cards and chips, making the players back away. Izuku stood, put index finger and thumb in his mouth, and gave a sharp, loud whistle. The whistle did its job as three men in from the balcony looked down. Three men came to rest on the veranda. Two men wore masks that resembled plague doctors, except one didn't completely cover the man's face, just his mouth. The third man had a show that completely covered his face and had big lenses that made him look like an owl, "Everyone out!" He was talking to the workers and patrons of the illegal gambling den.

Everyone who was gambling and working went running for the door. Izuku looked up at the three on the balcony. "I want Overhaul, give him to me, and I let you live. For tonight anyway," he shouted to the people on the balcony.

The three of them looked at each other, and then the one with the complete plague doctor mask looked towards one of the guards, snapped his fingers, and then pointed to the teen standing on the game table, "Kill him." Then they all walled back away from the balcony out of sight, dismissing the upstart. The guards opened fire at the young man.

Izuku quickly took cover, falling and flipping the table he was on to take cover. While he may not die from gunshots, he still didn't like to get hit. As he took cover, more guards opened fire all around him. The side he was exposed on exploded when the bullets went through the table's top. The table was quickly turned to shreds as Izuku started to look for more cover. He saw that some yakuza had circled around and were now aiming at him. Izuku counted ten in total, six on the cover side and four on the exposed side. Izuku took the chain wrapped around him and whipped it at the group of guards at his exposed flank. The chain wrapped around his neck and Izuku pulled his arm back with great force, causing the Yakuza to fly towards him and snap his neck.

Izuku let the chain slacking as the Yakuza's body soared past over him and into the guards that were shooting at the table. Izuku then grabbed a chair by the leg with his chain whipped it at another yakuza member, hitting the yakuza dead center before exploding into splinters from the force.

Izuku heard a clicking sound and immediately rolled away from his position, which then had pieces of destroyed carpet float up from the force of the bullets. Izuku then rushed a yakuza grunt and sent an uppercut to the jaw and a heel kick to the man's diaphragm. Izuku then shifted to another target, where he grabbed the man's wrist. The man's reaction was to pull the trigger. Izuku's body went one way while he moved the wrist in the opposite direction, causing the bullet to hit another in the head, causing his skull to explode. Izuku followed up by wrapping the chains around his hands. He quickly flipped over the gang member, took the slack chain he had between his hands, and hooked it under his chin, wrapping it around his throat. Izuku landed on his feet with the grace of a cat, crossed his arms, causing the chain to tighten around the Yakuza's throat. With a quick jerk and twist of the chain, he broke the man's neck, causing the man to go limp.

He didn't have time to take a break as more bullets flew at him. He used the dead body in his chain as a shield before throwing it at them, knocking most down. One of the remaining Yakuza then quickly put his hands on the ground, which caused the concrete to rise like a wave at Izuku. Izuku, not to be deterred, ran directly at the wave. Izuku used the wave as a springboard causing him to jump high in the air and whipped his chain forward. The quirked Yakuza made the same gesture as before. However, instead of shooting out like a wave, he rose to waist high making cover for the Yakuza. The chain bounced off the wall, making it crack slightly. With them now having cover, they kept firing at the intruder. Izuku quickly copied the gunmen by flipping the heavy craps table.

Hearing the continuous commotion, the three men from the balcony looked over to see how the situation was being handled. While two were mildly shocked, the plague masked Yakuza looked down with disinterest. He figured with the low-ranking Yakuza being quirkless or having minor quirks, they were just sandbags for the higher ranking member and the inner circle. They were cannon fodder to be used to weaken their enemies, so the higher-ups could sweep in. They were the fall guys, and they were doing just that right now.

Izuku was lucky that the table was made of thick wood. He saw the underside of the table crack and splinter, but not break. He peaked and nearly got one between the eyes. He was pinned, and he needed to come up with a plan. All the gunfire made it hard for him to focus, but his ears detected another sound, a shell entering a chamber. Izuku quickly moved his head as a shotgun blast punched through where his head was. He may not die from bullets, but it is still a bitch to dig them out or push them out with his flames. Izuku had to act now, and he had a strategy.

Izuku peeked again and saw just the shotgun-wielding one standing out of cover. Izuku quickly shot his chain through the craps table. The chain was deflected rapidly off its path thanks to a spray from a shotgun blast. He then whipped it, so it went to the right of their little wall. The gunmen smirked, "Nice aim, dipshit!" Izuku then smirked right back at him.

Izuku took his gloved thumb and dragged the chain across it, which caused the chain to change direction mid-strike. The chain came around the, so it got around the barrier. The chain encircled the barricade, then looped around itself and pinned the three gunmen. He wrapped one by the face, another by the chest, and the last one by the back of the knees. Izuku quickly pulled, tightening the mobsters to the wall. With a grin, Izuku made the chain molten hot with his hellfire and ripped the chain back. The two with the chain wrapped around their face and chest died instantly from the flaming chains severing them from their necessary parts.

The shotgunner fell forward over the small wall, his legs below the knee missing. No blood came from the wounds, thanks to the red hot chain cauterizing the wounds. He screamed in agony as he pawed at his stumps. A shadow blocks the light over him as he looked up. The man could not see the teen's face, but he slowly brought his foot up and quickly down. The gunmen tried to breathe, but all air he tried to pull in never made it to his lungs. Panic set in, causing him to breathe in more and then the taste of blood in his mouth. He suffered before he died.

Izuku looked down at the man whose throat he just stomped on. Izuku looked over at the carnage he and the guards he had caused. While these people were guilty, they weren't as guilty as the three on the balcony. He looked at the balcony seeing none of them watching anymore; he looked to the stairs that led to the balcony.

Izuku suddenly felt a sting in his leg. The pain caused him to stumble and fall. Izuku looked up and saw six guards pointing automatic rifles at him. Izuku looked defiantly at the men. This was going to hurt like hell. The men opened fire, the teen didn't stand a chance as his body, arms, legs, and head had bullets rip through them. Even as the Izuku fell, letting out shouts of pain, they continued to fire. As they continued firing, he screamed, and his body twitched. Even when the shouting and twitching stopped, they continued to fire on the boy.

After the Yakuza finished firing, they heard clapping come from the stairs. The first to come through was the one with the owl mask whom had a bottle of whiskey in his hand, "Oh-hohohohoh. Jesus, boys, you did a fucking number on him," his speech was slurred. This was the most recent member to join Overhaul's inner circle, the Eight Expendables, Sakaki Deidoro. Deidoro is a muscular man with greasy dark hair, reaching just below his shoulders ears a mask, his one being plain and having drains fitted into the eye-holes so that the alcohol he consumes can drip through. Aside from that, Deidoro is wearing nothing but a furry vest and dark pants with black shoes. He took another swig of the bottle in hand, not the least bit disgusted by the mutilated body on the floor.

A second person came out of the door leading to the stairs, a lean young man with light, almond-shaped eyes, irises visibly small, and prominent dark circles around them. His hair is chin-length and bright golden-blond color, worn parted to his left so that it obscures his right eye and thin eyebrows that are usually pointed upwards, these, and the notable wideness of his eyes, giving him a permanently crazed look. This was Setsuno Toya; he was wearing a gray dress shirt with a light orange tie and dark pants, and a beak-shaped plague mask. "Little punk thought he was all that. Kinda funny watching him talk all that shit and then getting killed by a bunch of worthless little dregs with guns," he said as he looked at the low-ranking Yakuza.

"Check and see who he is, then dump the body. Overhaul doesn't need to be troubled by this," a monotone voice came from above in the balcony. Looking down on his two of his eight Expendable brothers with his palms face down on the railing was Overhaul's right-hand man Nemoto Shin. Shin wears a black cape and a pair of baggy 3/4 pants, a black bowler hat, and pale sneakers. Like the other Eight Expendables, he sports a black plague mask.

Deidoro then snapped his fingers at the yakuza guards and then pointed at the body on the floor, "You heard the man. Clean this fucking mess up. Then get the cleaners in here to get rid of the bodies. Dump him with the trash." Deidoro didn't care about the low ranking members of their branch of the Yakuza. They were either quirkless or members with quirks that were not suitable for their needs in the Yakuza.

One of the guards went over to his fallen comrades and piled up the bodies. One of the guards picks up Izuku's body from the ground by arms. He started to drag the body towards the pile when suddenly the hands jerked slightly. This caused him to drop the presumably dead teen, which caused a groan to escape the body, "Holy fuck! He's still alive?" the guard asked.

This quickly piqued the interest of Deidoro, who spat out the alcohol in his mouth and turned to look, "Well, looky here. The fucker is still alive!" Shin and Toya observed with Toya being just as surprised, while Shin groaned at the annoyance of both the teen and Deidoro.

Deidoro quickly walked over to the soon to be corpse slightly teetering from his drink. He walked over and then poured the whiskey onto Izuku's face. It caused him to quietly sputter. A foot then connected to Izuku's face and pushed down on the heel into the cheek, "You are one tough S.O.B. If you didn't kill some of us, I would ask Overhaul to let you join us." Air escaped from Izuku's mouth and then mumbling. Deidoro then got down on his hands and knees next to Izuku. He grabbed Izuku's neck with his hand and started to mockingly gasp like the boy, "Sorry, can't hear you, kid. Gonna have to speak over that pierced lung," Deidoro gave a wicked grin and activated his quirk on the boy: Sloshed. Izuku looked to become dizzy, making him breathe more raggedy. Sloshed allowed Deidoro to inhibit one's sense of balance as if they were drunk.

Deidoro had always gotten a sick sense of pleasure from torturing people this way. It was also an easy way to kill people too. Deidoro pulled back his large whiskey bottle and smashed it into the downed teen's head. As he was about to go in for the kill, the boy spoke again. "What was that?" he cupped an ear to hear better. The teen spoke again, so Deidoro leaned close to his mouth to listen to the words. Shin leaned over the balcony to get a good look and hopefully get some more information on why the teen attacked, who sent him, and who he was. Toya started to come closer towards the down duo.

Suddenly, the teen's gloved hand grabbed Deidoro tightly by the neck, trapping him, making Deidoro's eyes widen in shock. "Burn," the voice was quiet, but the tone spoke volumes. Death had come, and it was looking to collect. Izuku gave a low groan that turned into a demonic hell scream. His skin peeled from his body as fire danced on his skull and his eye sockets. Two orange orbs replaced his eyes. The odd part was that his clothing seemed to stitch itself back together and then bubble from the heat he was exerting.

Deidoro didn't stand a chance, thanks to quirk being alcohol-related and the liquor in the air around him, he lit up like a candle. Deidoro screamed as his own flesh peeled from his body. He rolled on the ground, trying to put the fire out to no avail. The hellfire ate him alive.

Shin's eyes widened behind his mask as the skeletal person rose. No, not a person, nothing about it was human. Only one word came to mind, 'Demon.' Toya was no better; fear crept into his soul as he witnessed one of his Expandable Eight cohorts get put down so quickly, "Toya, get away from him now!" This was the first time since he joined the Eight that Toya heard any emotion from the most senior member of the Eight, and it was fear. Cold. Hard. Paralyzing, Fear.

The other guards in the room were in the same boat as their bosses. Fear ensnared them as the skeletal monster marched towards Toya like a predator about to pounce on its prey. One of the yakuza shot in a panic at the demon. The skeleton suddenly appeared in front of the now startled man grabbing him by the shoulder. The yakuza hitman screamed and unloaded everything he had in his magazine into the gut of the demonic teen. He continued to scream until a clicking sound came from the weapon, signaling the magazine was empty. The skeleton was still standing, unaffected by the onslaught that had just happened to him. The skeleton continued to stare at the Yakuza, then with a mighty otherworldly roar, the demon twisted and jerk the top half of the man in at a ninety-degree angle. The man's legs gave out on him, and as suddenly as the nerves in his legs lost all feeling, the ones in his back shot up to his brain, registering the pain of the broken back and severed the spinal cord.

Shin couldn't understand the lack of logic in front of him. The teen was dead, and then he wasn't, becoming something out of a nightmare. He quickly had to think of a plan of retreat. He watched as a man who had a powerful quirk and knew how to use it be killed like it was a minor inconvenience.

The man fell on the ground screaming in pain. The skeleton didn't even bother looking at him as his attention was then focused on Toya, who back away slightly in fear. One Yakuza decided to use his gun as a club seeing bullets didn't work. The Yakuza also used his quirk that made things reinforced so that they were stronger and sturdier. With all the force he could muster, he slammed it into the back of the monster.

The head of the monster snapped towards the one who hit it. It grabbed him by the throat and cut off his windpipe. It roared in his face, and hot molten metal shot out of its mouth and onto the now dead man. Toya let out a yell as he backed away, falling over. This fucking monster was killing everyone, and he was now in its sights. Shin jumped from the balcony and landed next to Toya, intending to drag him through the office where a hidden exit was waiting. He quickly spun the younger man and pushed Toya forward to the back office and towards the exit.

Shin was about to follow when a chain quickly wrapped around his body from his legs to his throat. Toya stopped when he was about the open the door to the office, noticing his companion was not behind him. Shin cursed as he could not move. Suddenly the chain started to become hot. Then the sound of flesh sizzling and the smell of burning leather engulfed the room. Shin let out a yell as the chains ate away at his flesh.

The monster tightened the chain around his victim, ready to leave nothing but the man's ashes. Suddenly the chains disappeared and were in Toya's hands. It was his quirk, Larceny, which instantly moves objects in possession of someone else directly into his hands. The move may have saved his fellow Expendable, but it came with pain as his own. The chains were now burning his hands. Toya quickly shouted and dropped the chain, already the pattern of a chain showing. Shin reacting to them being free, moved and grabbed his fellow Expendable.

The two expendables quickly got to the office, Toya being first and Shin turning around to close the den office's security door. The last thing he saw was a fireball coming at him. He managed to close it, but the force from the fireball made him fall onto his back. Shin turned around on the floor and saw Toya trying to get the door opened to the back alley, "What the fuck was that? It took bullets to the gut and then threw it up on a guy? What hero does that!?"

"Shut up! Whatever that was, that wasn't a hero. Fucking hell, that wasn't even human," he said, glaring at the door. Suddenly there was the sound of a bell being rung. The steel security had a fist-sized dent in it. Another bang signaled, and the steel warped. Then another and more warping. This continued another three times. It got to the point where another hit and the fist would come through. The two inhabitants were not idle. They were out the door to the back alley where a car was waiting. Toya turned back to see the metal door start to bubble and glow orange from the heat. The door blows off, smoke billowing in the doorway. Toya saw glowing orange eyes in the smoke that made him shiver. The eyes didn't move. They seemed to look right at, right into his soul. Then he suddenly heard laughter, laughter that came from him, and then a scream. Screams and crying came afterward, begging him to stop, and then pain from the wounds he once inflicted onto others were being inflicted onto him.

Toya was suddenly roughly pulled into the backseat of the getaway car. Shin had gotten in the car and gotten it started. He had gone to call for his cohort when he saw standing still looking into the building. He called his name over and over again, and Toya stood there dead to the world. Shin got nervous, seeing the glowing eye within the smoke, so he grabbed the younger man and threw him in the back of the car. Shin hopped into the driver seat, gunning it. In the rearview mirror, he saw the demon in the middle of the alley looking at them drive off. The funny part was that he could swear the damn thing put its gloved hand in its mouth, and then whistle. The car they were in was abruptly stopped, and his world went black.

The monster had called his car and gave it an order. It always came when he called, and when he gave it a command, it did it without hesitation like a loyal dog. His car smashed into the Yakuza's car, and physics took over. The car flipped and was now leaning on the side of the building by its roof. The monster strode to the wrecked car and then, with one arm tugged down on the door, had it back on four wheels. Inside, both men were bloody and barely conscious. Toya was the worse of the two being on the side where the car impacted. He held his side, and his arm was pinned to his side. Toya was making gurgling and rasping noises, signified he had a collapsed lung. The monster got to the front passenger side door and punched the window. Glass scattered onto Shin, who groaned awake and then abruptly when he remembered the only other person in the alley with them was after to kill them.

Shin was abruptly pulled through the window and was now face to skull with the monster that killed his fellow Expendable. The orange eyes of fire stared directly. The monster stared unmoving at him. Taking the chance, he dug into his coat pocket and from inside pulled a small handgun out. Shin yelled out as he pulled the trigger. The bullet entered the skull and exited out the back. The monster didn't blink as it continued to stare. Shin watched in horror as the skull mended itself in front of him. Then it spoke, and what it said made Shin shiver. "Time to pay for your sins," the voice was smooth but haunting at the same time. The voice was like nails on a chalkboard, a calm fury like a volcano about to erupt.

The monster's hand started to form a fireball and reached for Shin's face. Suddenly, a bang rang out into the night, and something made contact with the monster's wrist, causing Shin to drop to the ground. It was obviously a gun, and whoever it was, Shin didn't care; he was just thankful. The monster whipped his head in the direction of the gunshot. The person was standing on the roof of the building overlooking the alley. He looked like a stereotypical western cowboy. His face is covered by an old-school tan gas mask, shaped a little like a horse's muzzle, with triangular holes for his eyes and silver ear-defenders wired to the sides of the mask, but his dark, purplish shoulder-length dreadlocks are visible from the back and sides. On his head, he wears a brown cowboy hat with a thick metallic plate at the front, a large "S" stamped in the middle of it, and gray boots with knee-high shafts and vamps with silver trims that dip a little at the front, a heel-band with a bladed shuriken-shaped object at the end attached to the back of each boot. He is wearing a large red cloak, buttoned up at the top, with frayed ends, under which he wears a plain black tank top with white armor strapped over the right side of his torso, and a brown belt with a gun holster attached at his hip. He has baggy yellow pants with a black area around the fly, another belt strung loosely below it, and, on his hands, tan gloves. In his hand was a modified Desert Eagle with a narrow barrel and two revolver chambers in it. This was the pro hero, Snipe.

The barrel of Snipe's gun was smoldering, and he was pointing it at the skeleton monster that was about to roast the beaten villain, "Sorry about that, partner. I appreciate the help, but don't you think that is a bit too far?" Snipe then looked at the flaming skull and raised an eyebrow. It seemed his gut was right about following where those fancy dressed people were running from. "Who are you anyways? I think I would remember someone like you," the hero stated.

The skeleton seemed to get more annoyed by the man's constant talking. The flames on his skull becoming brighter. "Do not interfere, hero. LEAVE!" the flaming skeleton turned on his heel and walked towards Shin, who backed away while still on the ground. A bullet hit the ground in front of the thing that was once Izuku. The skeleton turned towards the man and let out a roar.

"So you're a vigilante, huh?" Snipe took a bullet and started twirling it in his finger the put it in the cylinder of his gun. "Gonna have to ask you to come quietly. You've done enough harm," he pointed his gun at the flaming skeleton. The skeleton growled at the man, grabbed his chain, and added fire to it, making it glow orange. The monster whipped his chain, making it fly directly at the western theme hero. Snipe was not intimidated by the display. He did a quick draw maneuver and shot two quick bullets, which made it fly off target. Snipe then jumped down from the roof, and while he fired two rounds. The monster stood his ground as the bullet enter and existed his left arm and right leg.

Snipe eyes widened behind his mask as he saw his tactic to disable the vigilante had no effect. The skeleton ran at the hero, Snipe while stunned was not idle. He quickly shot his gun. However, nothing made it to the target. The flaming skeleton used the chain as a barrier spinning it around in front of him like a lasso. The bullets were then embedded in the alley's brick walls, the skeleton never stopping its charge. Snipe fired again, slamming the hammer back, three jettison out of the barrel. The three bullets were not aimed at the skeleton. One round went in the direction of the ground. Another went to a garbage lid that was on the ground leaning against a wall. Then the final bullet flew past the Rider, who sidestepped out of the way.

The skeleton charged again; as it got closer, it noticed the calm disposition of Snipe. Suddenly, the skeleton fell flat on its face as two bullets exited the front of his legs. The last bullet then hit the back of the skeleton's gloved hand, making him drop the fire imbued chain. This was Snipe's quirk: Homing. Itallows him to control his bullets' trajectory to such a degree that he could shoot villains anywhere. The monster let out a roar as a wave of fire exploded outward from its body, sending the hero flying back.

Shin was not idle; he was now trying to get a phone out of his pocket while lifting an unconscious Toya up over his shoulder. He had no intention of going to jail if the hero won the fight with the monster, and he definitely wasn't staying around if that monster won. He walked out of the alley as his phone dialed a number, "Overhaul, sir, send a car, please!" There was some muttered speech, and then for the first time ever knowing the man he admired for so long, he yelled into the phone, "Send a damn car!" There was silence, then another muttered, and Shin sighed, "Thank you, I will give the address once we away from the fight." He hung up and groaned as he readjusted the man on his shoulder.

Back with the fight, the monster had the chain back in his hand and lashed it out towards the Snipe, who was staying out of reach and fighting long-range. The monster let out a roar of frustration as every time the chain would get near the hero, a bullet would make it go off course or make it fall to the ground. It then whipped the chain towards a garbage can. The chain wrapped around the can and cause of the fire from the chain caused all the trash within the can to catch fire. Snipe shot a bullet at the top of the can causing it to go off-kilter and spin around of hero. The monster then whipped the chain towards the ankle of the hero. It wrapped around the leather boot and began to burn and eat away from the material. Then with a hard yank, the hero was dragged towards the monster. The hero was ground against the asphalt but had enough sense to lift his gun.

Snipe fired again at the monster, using his quirk to aim for the chain. The monster, however, was ready for the tactic. Using the other end of the chain, the monster flourished it deflecting the bullets. Snipe's eyes became wide-eyed as he tried to then aim for the chain by his ankle and opened fire. Sparks flew from the chain as the bullets had no effect on it. The hero came to a halt as he was done being dragged. He looked up wide-eyed at the flaming skull that was staring down at him. He was roughly grabbed by his coat and lifted, so he was now eye to eye with the monster.

Snipe began to sweat from both the heat and the fear he felt from the flames. Snipe then made a desperate move; he moved the gun towards the skeleton's head. The being in front of him showed no fear as it grabbed the gun, its hand covering the barrel, "You would kill?" Snipe realized that he now had the monster in a kill shot. He may have used a gun, but he never used to end a life, even with all the most heinous villains he had faced throughout his career as a hero. Snipe's entire body went limp with shame.

Suddenly beige wrappings constricted around the monster's neck, under its arms, and around its chest. Then it was tossed into the air like a rag doll. The monster was then slammed into the side of the alley into the wall. Snipe followed where the wrapping originated, which was the shadows further down the alley, "Good grief. Fighting a person up close when you know you are better fighting at a distance. That was not very logical." The voice belonged to someone Snipe knew very well. The man came out of the shadows revealing a slender and tall pale-skinned man with messy, shoulder-length black hair that partially hangs in front of his face and often half-opened black eyes. His facial hair remains unkempt, and his eyes almost always looked tired and flat. He sports a ragged black outfit that consists of a long-sleeved shirt and matching pants that tuck into his boots. He is also wearing a utility belt, and his signature wrapped scarf was around his neck. Hidden underneath the scar was a pair of yellow goggles.

Snipe laughed out a groan, "You always know how to make an entrance, Eraser Head."

Eraser Head, aka Shota Aizawa, looked where his capture scarf had pinned the monster that was about to kill his fellow hero and fellow teacher, "So what's the problem? You fight a guy at close range when you know you are better at long range. How illogical."

"Tell that to the guy who took bullets to his knees and kept coming no matter what I did," Snipe spoke as he aimed his gun at the wall when the monster was embedded. Suddenly the wrappings went slack. Aizawa raised a matted eyebrow and retracted the capture scarf. Both were startled to see that the weapon was singed at the end. Aizawa then looked to the hole where he sent the monster and saw the fiery red eyes stare back. Snipe fired into the darkness, but there was no movement from the eyes.

Chains flew from the hole and wrapped around both heroes' throats. Both gagged as the skeleton walked out with the chain in both its hands. Snipe fired at the monster's hands. The bullets hit dead on and caused the monster to drop the chain. Both heroes took the opportunity to jump back a safe distance from the monster. The monster's hands were healed again as it picks up an end of its chain and slowly walked towards the two. Snipe turned towards the fellow hero beside him, "Let's finish this."

Eraser Head then activated his quirk Erasure, which gives him the ability to nullify anyone's Quirk by looking at them. His hair flew up, and his eyes gave a red glow. To Eraser Head's shock, nothing changed. The flames never dulled and continued to ominously walk towards them, and it imbued its chain with its flames. Eraser Head focused his eyes more and tried to channel more of his powers.

Snipe, not liking their situation, turned his head towards Eraser Head. His voice was laced with fear and desperation, "Well!? What are you waiting for!? Stop his quirk!"

Eraser Head's eyes focused more as he was beginning to feel the drawback of his powers; he was getting dry eye, "I am! It's not working!" The monster charged, grabbed, and threw Snipe into the brick wall, cracking it. Snipe groaned and slid down onto the alley floor. The monster then turned towards Eraser Head, while worried for his friend was more focused on the pissed-off looking flaming skeleton monster. The skeleton then threw a haymaker at Eraser Head, aiming for his head. Eraser Head blocked the sloppy punch and countered with a kick to the thing's midsection. The thing bent over and then came up quickly with an uppercut easily avoided by the hero who leaned back.

Aizawa had been fighting villains and training for years. So when he was fighting this monstrosity that was swinging and lashing out like a wild animal, it was easy for someone like him, who was a master of martial arts, to deflect, dodge and counter the raging beast.

The monster threw a heel kick, which Eraser Head used his capture tool to catch its leg. The monster threw a punch which Eraser Head used more of the capture tool to bind the arm as well. Eraser Head swept the remaining leg and then stomped on the monster's chest.

The monster was able to get up and threw a backhand at the hero. It was the same as before. Eraser Head continued to beat the monster. He threw it around. He punched it. He kicked it. He even threw things at it with the use of his capture tool. Eraser Head was a blur of movement as he sent a combo to the monster's head and then finished it with a kick to the thing's chest.

Looking down at his hands, he noticed the redness and blisters starting to form because of the fire. The monster then did something unexpected. It looked at him and roared as fire exploded outward from it. Eraser Head looked up from the explosion, his clothing singed and smoking. Eraser Head's eyes went wide as a ball of fire came rushing at him. Using his capture tool to escape by reeling himself up on a fire escape. Eraser Head then jumped and cocked his arm back. Eraser Head went to throw a punch when his wrist was caught. The monster then used his arm as leverage and swung the hero into the alley's brick wall. Eraser Head recovered and stood slowly. Eraser Head thought nothing of it as he rushed again. Eraser Head swung, looking to make contact, but now nothing landed.

Eraser Head took a strike to the throat as he was grabbed by the front of his hero outfit. The beast then smashed its skull into his. Eraser Head tried to use his power again but only got the same result. With all the powers that were on display by the monster, something had to happen. Something had to be erased. As blows kept raining onto Eraser Head, he thought this was his last stand. As the strikes continued, they suddenly stopped, and he looked at one of his eyes. The monster's eyes looked into his like it was searching for something. Eraser Head sat there for what felt like an eternity until the monster opened its jaw and let out a roar of malice into the hero's face.

Eraser Head was dropped unceremoniously, and his aching body laid on the ground. The black car that was at the alley's mouth came to the monster. The monster opened the driver's side door. Before he got in, however, it looked at Aizawa right into his soul and gave a warning, "Do not interfere again. If you do, you will have to face vengeance," then he drove off, leaving the two battered and bruised heroes. Aizawa was able to get his cellphone out of his pocket, which now displayed some newer cracks in the screen, and made a call.

An hour later, the restaurant, underground casino, and alley were cordoned off with yellow tape and police. At the scene in the alley was Aizawa, who was being looked at by the EMTs trying their hardest to persuade him to go to the hospital as they treated his wounds. Walking out of the backdoor of the casino was Detective Naomasa. What he had seen in there was just like the last horror scene he had been to that was related to this vigilante. Bodies burned to the bone, bodies ripped to pieces, and the newest one being a body that had molten metal splashed upon its face and upper body, "What a shit show," he sighed out. The Chief of Police was breathing down his neck to get this maniac off the street, not that he needed any encouragement.

He walked over to the ambulance, where Eraser Head sat on the bumper. Eraser Head looked up at the detective and asked, "How bad is it in there?" Naomasa just shook his head, which gave a sigh from Aizawa, "That bad, huh? Any surveillance video?" Their luck was not that great. Naomasa had to guess that the people who ran this illegal casino like to give their clients discretion, so no.

"This guy is finding more sick ways to kill people," Naomasa said as he looked at one of the EMS members carrying a sheet-covered body out of the casino.

"He killed all those people in there?" Aizawa asked.

"Yeah, most of them had some weapons, and shell casings were everywhere," Naomasa replied.

Aizawa sat there and bit his lower lip, thinking. "It doesn't make sense," he said to himself.

"What doesn't?" Naomasa asked, overhearing the man.

"It killed everyone in there, right?" Aizawa asked.

"Yes."

"They all attacked it, right?"

"Looks to be that way. It was the only thing to walk away from that fight," Naoamasa wasn't sure where this was going.

"Me and Snipe attacked it, but why are we still alive?" Eraser Head asked.

Naomasa's interest was piqued; this could be a significant lead that he was looking for "You fought it? What did it look like?"

"It was a flaming skeleton," Aizawa answered as he recalled the monster that nearly killed him.

Naomasa sighed; it was just like Kamui Wood reported, "We are going to need you to talk to one of our sketch artists," which Aizawa nodded. He would have to tell this to Toshinori. The hero was on the prowl for this killer as well, and they need all the help they could get.

Aizawa did ask an essential question of why did it kill a few but leave others alone. From the looks of the money still in the casino, there were other people, way more people here, but then only found about a dozen bodies and who was driving the now destroyed car in the mouth of the alley.

Shie Hassaikai

Sitting on a couch was a pale man of a slender build with short, shaggy auburn hair parted to the left. His eyes are thin, their irises small and gold, with rather long lower eyelashes and small eyebrows. He has three piercings in his left ear. He is wearing a black dress shirt with matching dress pants, a pale gray tie around his neck, and a belt with a long, thin buckle around his waist, with three beaded lobe piercings in his left ear. Over this, he wears a dark olive-green bomber jacket, its collar lined with thick purple fur, and white lace-up sneakers, their soles tan-colored, with no socks on his feet. His most noticeable features include the white surgical gloves he is wearing on his hands and the magenta plague mask he wears over his mouth, which is tipped and embroidered with gold. This is Overhaul, leader of his branch of Yakuza.

Overhaul had just sent his assistant, Chronostasis, away with Eri after another session of doing his secret project. Across from him on his knees with his hand low to the ground was Shin. He gave a slight cough and, with childlike curiosity, "What happened tonight?" he scratched his cheek.

Izuku's Garage

Izuku got out of his car and slammed the door. He got up to his workbench and leaned up against it. He replayed tonight's event in his head over and over. He was so close, and if it had not been for those stupid heroes. He lost it as he picked up a heavy wrench and threw it. Izuku didn't know what it hit, but the sound of two metal objects hitting each other was signified by a crash. He then let out a scream of anger that came deep from his belly. His frustration erupted for a few more seconds as he let it all out. He let the fire escape his lung, and his heart calms its beating before he left the garage and put on a happy face for his mother. He stripped off his jacket that was still in one piece. The shirt underneath was not so lucky. Blood and bullet holes stained the shirt. Izuku tore the shirt and threw it into a trash can he had in the garage, then threw a match into the trash cam. He zipped up his jacket over his bare chest, he sneered as he stared at the fire, "Almost had it. This fucking close and those heroes had to get in my way." He opened the garage door and let the fire burn within the can, "I will get you, and when I do," he chuckled, and inside his head, he saw nothing but flames. Opening his eyes, they were glowing orange, "Hell will be getting another patron," he put the lid on the can and walked to his apartment.

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AN: Here is Chapter 2 hope all of you enjoy it. Just to let you people know who have read my story, I update the first chapter, minor grammar fixes, and I made Izuku go from fifteen to seventeen. The reason I did that was I am making The UA like a college. The reason for this is because I think it will be better for a seventeen year old to drive a car, and I think it will be better for the story later on. I will age up the 1-A Class as well and the B Class and the Big 3. Also, who is hyped for the Ghost Rider TV series coming to Hulu early 2020? Like, Review, and or Follow, please. Thank you.

Knox