I'm Not the One Who Decides

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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 Everybody Thanks for feedback and the praise. I try my best and hope that this is something you all continue to enjoy.

To Evergone the Great: Glad you love it. I was aiming for intense, and I am glad it is a hit with you.

To MIKE 202303: Nice!

To chris kidder: Thank you, and I know it is a slow update, but I slave over each chapter and edit a lot until I am happy with it.

To Kratos1989: Hope this was soon enough! I am using influences from the MCU, but I am going to be writing some chapters outside the influence of Marvel and MHA.

Chapter 3: Rattling Chains

Musutafu Police Station Late at Night

Detective Naomasa was not having a good time. He had not slept well since he was given the case. His eyes were black and had bags underneath them from lack of sleep. His face sported a five o'clock shadow that itched his face. It had been a month since the attack at the underground casino. The wall of the office had a board filled with pictures, sticky notes with writing on them, and in the center was a hand-drawn sketch of the one that connected all of it together. The images were bodies burnt beyond recognition, burnt cars. One of the pictures of a car from a traffic cam that had its tires and engine blazing while leaving a path of fire, "Where is this car?" was written on a sticky note above it. Another set of pictures showed Snipe, Kamui Woods, Midnight, and Eraser Head with a post-it note reading "Survive. Why?" Another collection of photos littered the wall as well, and one, in particular, was more significant than the rest. On that picture was Deidoro Sakaki. Some of these pictures were not just villains or criminals; some were everyday people that had no connections to crime. Some photos were of police officers. The note above them read, "Kill count: 28." In the dead center of all was an artist's drawing of what Eraser Head saw and fought that night in the alley. Above that picture were words written in all caps "WHO ARE YOU?"

The sticky notes were written by Naomasa himself; they were questions that needed to be answered, and right now, he had no answers. It was late at night, so most the other officers had cleared out to go home to their wives and children, or a significant other. He was sitting in his chair, chewing on a pen in his mouth as he leaned back and looked at his board. He stared directly into the eyes of the picture as it would speak to him. The haunting face didn't answer back. When Eraser Head gave the description of the monster that has been killing all these people, he was skeptical at first. That skepticism was quickly squashed as Eraser Head didn't back down from his statement, "I know what I saw," was all he said. Eraser Head's quirk was ineffective against the monster, so Naomasa guessed that it was mutant based quirk. Eraser Head dismissed that entirely saying, "It wasn't a mutant quirk. There were too many. Something should have given when I looked at him,"

Sighing in frustration, he threw the pen that in his mouth at the picture of the monster. Then he gave a small chuckle. The police and heroes have been so busy trying to find this monster that they had forgotten even give it a name. He thought for a second, took out a sticky note, and was about to write a name down when a cough from behind him interrupted his thoughts. It was the Chief of Police Kenji Tsuragamae. Kenji is a very tall, sturdily built man with the head of a beagle. The area around his eyes and his ears is a dark brown, the two sides separated by a tan line which runs down his forehead, widening at his muzzle, which is flecked with pale brown. He has a large, black nose and dark eyes, and, although the rest of his body is of standard human shape, his skin appears to be the same tan color as most of his face.

He wears a suit, consisting of a dress shirt, and waistcoat, over which he wears an unbuttoned black blazer and matching dress pants underneath. He has a belt with quite a large buckle and a black and white tie, which somewhat resembles a Dalmatian's coat. Naomasa stood at attention for the Chief, but an order from the Chief made him relax, "As you were Naomasa," back in his seat Naomasa looked up at his boss, already knowing for his surprise visit, "Where are you on this killer?"

Naomasa was not going to like this meeting, and he knew the Chief was going to despise the meeting. "Nowhere, sir," he regrettably replied.

The Chief's face frowned, and he slightly growled "Damnit, I want this guy off the street!" he shouted down at the detective.

Naomasa had to explain himself, "Sir, there are just no leads. This thing is like a ghost. It shows up kills everything and then leaves,"

"I am not interested in excuses! Find him and bring him in!" The Chief barked out.

"I am trying, sir. With what little we have on him. It's hard to track him when we nothing to go on!" Naomasa shouted back at his boss. Usually, he was level headed, but the frustration and pressure were finally getting to him.

The dog-faced man eyes narrowed, and he stood in close to the detective bearing down on him, but he was taller than the detective by a whole head "You better check your tone with me boy," Then he stood back and turned around beginning to leave "You have a month to solve this and bring him. If not, I will find someone else to solve it," and like that, he left the detective to contemplate his options.

Naomasa looked at the picture of the flaming and exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. The Chief of Police was an intimidating man, and when he wanted results, he expected them. Naomasa had suspected that the Chief of Police hated playing second fiddle to the heroes, and he wanted to catch a criminal even the heroes had trouble capturing. The Chief wanted people to believe the police just like they did heroes. Then a look of determination spread across his face. He would find the monster and bring it in, even if it cost him his job.

He had to make a quick first to someone to meet up and swap notes on.

Nenshō Gomu

"Goddamnit!" Izuku shouted from underneath a car he was working on. Another client who couldn't change the own brake had waited so long that the pad of the brake was nothing, and now the metal part of the brake was grinding against the wheel. They let it go so much that the metal was nearly melted on from the friction. Now it was up to him to get them off and replace them. Izuku, a pair of needle-nose pliers and was working them off. The problem was they were coming off slowly.

"I hear you curse again, brat and I will give you something to curse about!" that was another problem, Cid was being a pain in the ass.

"You get your old ass down here and do it, then you old fart," he whispered under his breath. The pliers had finally gotten the one side off and now was working with the other set.

"I heard that you little shit!" Cid yelled back to him. Izuku raised an eyebrow at the door, Cid defiantly had selective hearing.

Izuku didn't bother to respond, knowing it would get him in more trouble. It took only another minute to get the old brakes off and then get the new ones on. He looked at the clock that hung in the garage. Seeing that it was getting close to noon, "Hey Cid! Taking a break! I'll be back in an hour!" he shouted to the front of the store.

"Better come back in exactly one hour!" the older man yelled from inside the office. Izuku scrubbed his hand in the drum sink to clean all the dirt and grease from his hands. He walked out of the fence of the junkyard and down the street. As he walked by he noticed, the "work" he had done for his neighborhood. The shopkeepers had their stands out in front of their stores, they were smiling and laughing with one another, and they just seemed so much more relaxed. People walked down the street without keeping their bags or purses in a death grip. Children were in the streets for the first time in a very, very long time playing and enjoying the day. Izuku smiled at what he had accomplished in his time doing his form of justice.

Izuku continued down to a small deli where he could get a bit to eat. He was in and out in a couple minutes already half-way done with his selected sandwich. Deciding that it was a beautiful enough day, Izuku chose to walk around the neighborhood. As he walked and walked, he came across a schoolyard and playground that was very active with children. Taking his cellphone out, he looked at the time and saw that it was one o'clock in the afternoon, meaning it was lunch and recess time for the students at the school. Izuku froze, though, when he noticed the name of the school, Aldera Junior High.

Izuku couldn't help but smile. He missed his time of being a carefree student playing heroes and villains with his friends. When he was younger, he wanted nothing more than to Hero like All Might. Then when he got to high school, it became clear that he would never achieve his dream. Izuku and his mother had gone to countless doctors when on doctor finally bluntly stated to him and his mother, "It's time to give up on being a hero. You will never get a quirk," Izuku was in a state of shock. All noise after that the two adults made just faded, and he felt like he was underwater. He didn't remember any other part of their trip home as he just ended up in his room with a shocked expression on his face.

He eventually gathered enough sense to make his way on the computer that was in his room at the time and watch another All Might rescue video. His mother eventually found him sitting at the screen with an All Might action figure clutched in his hand and tears in his eyes as he watched the video. In a hollow, nearly broken voice with a shaky finger pointing at the screen of the computer, he asked her, "Mom. Can I be that?"

His mother broke down and cried into his hair, crying out, "Sorry, I am so sorry," Izuku as a young boy, didn't understand what she was sorry for. Now looking back at, he realized she was sorry for. She was sorry that she was glad he didn't have any powers.

Suddenly he heard a soft disembodied whisper in the back of his. Izuku knew what it was. It was the other passenger that he shared a body with. It called itself the Rider, and it was here to give vengeance for Izuku and those who could not obtain it themselves. Other than that, it didn't say its origins. It was because of the Rider that he became the monster that made the criminals running out of his small district of town.

The whisper got more intense when he focused his gaze on a teacher that was watching over the students in the playground. He was dressed sharply in a suit and tie. He was a very handsome young man who looked fresh out of college. His hair was brown and wavy. He wore black-rimmed glasses. Right now, he was smiling and slowly pushing one of the children on a swing. He was laughing and smiling, the children were mimicking the man. All the children were gathered around him, and they were asking for a turn for a swing.

Izuku didn't know the man, he was most likely hired after he left the school. It was suddenly when the Rider whispered in his mind what the man had done that Izuku dropped his sandwich. His eyes glowed for a second, his rage boiled. He shook his head, trying to quiet the disembodied voice in his head, 'Not now. Not here,' he told the spirit within him. The spirit cried out at first at the teen, but then quieted down and accepted that vengeance would be done. He continued to walk back towards the body shop, still trying to calm the fires beneath his skin when he collided into someone. When the person Izuku bumped into fell heard a string of curses come from the person he collided with. Izuku recognized the voice and groaned "Fuck me, not now,"

The voice stood up and grabbed hold of Izuku's garage uniform, "Watch where you are going. You goddamn loser!" The boy was of average height, with a slim but muscular build and lightly tanned skin. He has short, spiky ash-blond hair that choppy bangs that come to his eyebrows. His eyes are sharp and thin and are bright red in color. The angry teen looked up at the person he collided with, "You fucking side character! Where do you get off…" the boy trailed off as he noticed who was standing up "Izuku," the teen whispered. All the anger that was once present was now gone replaced by indifference. He was indifferent in that he didn't know how to react to the older teen in front of him.

"Long time no see Katsuki," Izuku stated back as he offered a hand to the down teen. Katsuki Bakugou was an old "acquaintance" would be the best word Izuku would describe the boy. Katsuki used to be a friend of Izuku's growing up. The two would play and share their dreams of being heroes. That all changed when they got older. Katsuki's quirk Explosion manifested. The name of the quirk said it all. His sweat was the same nitroglyserin and he could combust it on command.

When Katsuki quirk manifested the boy changed, he became arrogant, disrespectful, and downright terrifying. Izuku may have two years older than the eight-year-old, but he was no match for an eight-year-old with superpowers. When it became apparent that Izuku was never going to get a quirk, Katsuki started to target the boy more and more. Izuku, though was good with his hands, and his mind was sharp. He liked to build things, especially vehicles. He also had a knack for studying heroes and breaking down their moves and powers. When in grade school, it was the simple bullying, taking his books with all his designs and hero guides and exploding them. Blowing up his locker and taking his lunch money. When Izuku eventually moved on to high school, Katsuki only saw the boy when they would meet each other in the stairwells of their apartment building. Then there was the incident, and Izuku was never the same. He still remembers when Izuku's mother came home in the wheelchair, and his mother went to help settle Inko in.

Katsuki remembered when he tried to approach the teen, only with his typical attitude. Katsuki called him the nickname he had given Izuku "Deku" which meant less than nothing or useless. When Izuku didn't respond, Katsuki went to grab his jacket, and that was when Katsuki found his wrist caught in an iron grip and his face on the concrete floor of the apartment complex. Katsuki had never been manhandled like that from everyone, and the glare that Izuku gave him made him shiver. After that, they rarely encounter each other. It was then Katsuki heard from his mother that Izuku had dropped out of school and started working to help pay for his mother's care.

"What's with the getup?" Katsuki referred to Izuku's jumpsuit he was wearing.

"It's a jumpsuit from my garage," Izuku answered simply, not really wanting to talk to the teen at this moment. He heard the Rider talk in his head, saying the boy needed to be punished.

"So that's what you're doing, huh? Not surprised. Always were smarter than the rest of us," Katsuki stated as he picked himself off the ground, "Anyways, what you been doing?"

"Working" was Izuku's short answer. He was getting tired of the small talk, knowing Katsuki was trying and was making plans to meet with the teacher.

"I can see that, but what about going back to school?" It was at this point Izuku walked passed the explosive teen, not even bothering to look at Katsuki. Katsuki was flabbergasted, had Izuku really changed that much? Did he not care about being a hero anymore? "Hey! I wanted to let you know I'm going to the U.A.! I am going to be a hero! Just like we dreamed!" he shouted to the back of Izuku.

Izuku paused in his step for a second and called out, "Who cares?" and then he walked on. Katsuki stared wide-eyed at Izuku until he walked around the corner and out of sight. He looked down, his heart ached, and he felt disheartened by the reaction of his once former friend. They had made this promise when they were kids, and Izuku just acted indifferent to it. It just didn't matter to Izuku anymore. He lowered his head and continued onto his path.

The U.A.

The U.A. is an elite college where students learn and train to become heroes. U.A. is the most renowned university for heroics and is considered as the top Hero Academy in Japan. Students are separated based on their abilities into specific Departments and Classes - A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J and K. At the entrance, there is a security wall nicknamed the "U.A. Barrier" that automatically closes if a person does not have a Student ID Card or Special Entry Permission ID. Many precautions have been made to keep members of the press and villains out.

Walking down the hall were three individuals or as they are known at U.A. The Big 3. One of them is a tall young man with a very muscular build who possesses several noticeable scars around his lower arms. He has very unique blue oval-shaped eyes, with no visible sclera, and nose which is prominently rounder than most others. He has blond hair, the top part of which is arranged in a cowlick, while the bottom section is worn swept backward. This was the powerhouse of the Big 3 Mirio Togata, his quirk Permeation. Permeation allows Mirio to become intangible, letting him travel through solid walls and the ground while allowing enemy attacks to slip through him. He was marching, swinging his arms with gusto and a smile on his face.

Next to him was the second strongest of the Big 3 Tamaki Amajiki. Tamaki is a tall young man with rather pale skin. His ears are longer than most, their tips pointy and somewhat elf-like. He has messy, indigo hair, which sticks out behind his head, and thin, tired-looking eyes, partially covered by his bangs even though they're supposed to be split as to not impair his vision. His shoulders are hunched, and he was not looking where he is going. Tamaki's quirk Manifest grants him the ability to manifest the characteristics of anything he eats while it still remains in his system.

The last member of the Big 3 was a fair-skinned girl of average height with wide, curious eyes. Her upper eyelashes long and thick, and her irises are a royal blue where her pupils are white. Her hair is periwinkle, and it reaches all the way down to her knees, twisting around itself at her waist and curving inwards around her legs. She has side-swept bangs, tucked behind her ears on the right and hanging just over her eyes on the left. She had two short clumps of hair on either side of her face that curved towards her face on the right and behind it. This lovely carefree beauty's name is Nejire Hado. Her quirk is known as Wave Motion, grants her the ability to convert her vitality into energy and release it in the form of shockwaves. These shockwaves are very powerful and can be used as an offensive blast from her hands. Nejire can also unleash this energy from her feet to increase her mobility and allow her to fly. Overusing her Quirk will exhaust Nejire because her Quirk uses her stamina as a source of energy.

As they continued on their trek to their destination, Nejire spoke up, "So any idea why we were called?" She asked her two companions. She had a smile on her face, and her palms were even with the ground by her sides. The only time the Dean ever called them was to congratulate them on making it one more year to graduation and then becoming the Big 3.

With a heavy sigh, Tamaki looked at the glass windows that adorned the hall staring at nothing in particular "Who knows? Probably asking us to be mentors for the upcoming freshmen class," Tamaki had no interest in being here, but thanks to Mirio dragging him to the meeting. He was minding his own business, doing his favorite thing, nothing, and then here comes Mirio dragging him out of his room.

Mirio smiled and continued his enthusiastic march, "I don't know, but the Dean called us here," Mirio was for the ideal hero. He was strong, he was social, and he had a sense of honor. He lived, breathed, and walked like a hero. All Mirio ever wanted to do was to save and help people. His dream was to save a million people. This was how he got his hero name. Little did he know he had caught the eye of some of the most renowned heroes. They reached the Dean's office and walked in

The Dean's Office is a spacious room with a large wooden desk and purple flooring. One wall, the one behind the desk, was a full-sized window. The chair that sat behind the desk was turned to allow the occupant to look out the window. The three stood in front of the desk at attention, at least Mirio was. Tamaki was slouching and looking at the floor. Nejire stood in a more relaxed stance, slightly rocking side to side on the balls of her feet.

The chair turned to reveal a short man who appears to be a possible combination of several different animals, part dog, maybe a mouse, and defiantly part bear. The man had the head of a mouse with circular black eyes, a large scar over the right one, relatively square-shaped ears with pale pink insides slanting outwards from the top of his head, and an elongated muzzle with a small round nose. His fur is white and has large, dog-like paws with pink pads and a thin tail like that of a cat. He is sporting a white dress shirt, a dark red tie around his neck, a black double-breasted waistcoat and matching dress pants. He wears orange lace-up sneakers with incredibly thick soles, which seem to be quite large on him. This was Nezu or The Dean as the students and staff called him, "I am glad you all came here on such short notice," he said in a joyous tone. He hopped out of his chair and stood in front of the three people who towered over him.

"Yes, sir!" Mirio responded first as he saluted the mouse man. He stood at attention, ready to hear what was needed of him. Nejire gave a deep bow, and Tamaki gave a pathetic wave.

"Excellent! I have a job that I would like you three to try and complete," Nezu replied. This job he would give them was going to be tough, but these were his top students that were just on the cusp of being heroes. This "field experience" will test them in all possible aspects.

Tamaki picked his head up, so now his gaze was on the Dean; his interest slightly peaked, "What job?"

Nezu pulled a remote from his jacket's chest pocket and pressed a button on it. Immediately the blinds to the window blocked out the light, and a projector came out of one of the ceiling panels. All three looked at where the projector was displaying an image of a charred corpse on the wall, "There has been a string of murders that have been happening all across Musutafu. Mainly in this small district here," Nezu clicked another button on the remote and image a red line outlining a neighborhood. "Here all crime is at an all-time low, even as low as non-existent," he flashed through some more pictures which show this part of town clean and people out and about shopping, laughing and having a generally good time.

The trio was disgusted by the picture of the skeleton that had charred meat still on the bones. The images ranged from criminals of levels to everyday people who lived average lives. Then they were quickly interested in the area that was, for all intense and purpose, crime-free. Nezu seeing that he now had their full attention, continued on to show more bodies baring all different forms of mutilation and death, "As you can see, whoever is doing keeping the peace in this area. His way of keeping the peace is murder," Mirio's fingers dug into his palms nearing, causing it to cut into his skin and gritted his teeth. To him, this was not the work of a hero but a monster. Mirio was going to make this person pay. Nejire stopped swaying and now had a hand over her mouth, unable to stomach what she was presented with. Tamaki's eyes narrowed, and he was visibly shaking. Tamaki may not be overly enthusiastic about hero stuff like Mirio, but neither would he allow these actions to continue. Nezu finally got the picture he wanted to show his students. He stared intently at them, but not giving away his intentions "This is the person we are looking for,"

The Big 3 were the ones that were going to graduate at the top of their class. They have been on internships where they fought villains and seem some of the most grotesque things in their training to be heroes. What they saw made their spines shiver. It was a sketch of a skull on fire "This is the description given to us by Professor Aizawa and confirmed by Snipe," Nezu saw their fear. Good they would need that for their assignment.

"Excuse Mr. Nezu. What do you want us to do about this villain?" Mirio asked as he ingrained the image of the monster in his memory. Nejire and Tamaki wondered the same. This thing even looked like a villain; it was like its life's purpose was to be captured and be brought in for crimes. Mirio didn't like judging people by their looks, but this 'Thing' Mirio thought was acting just like it looked.

"This is your assignment. I trust you three to help the pro heroes and police capture this murderous vigilante," Nezu stated. All three tensed at this statement. Nezu turned around and grabbed three binders, then distributed the binders to the older students, "Inside is everything we have on this person. I expect you to look it over and study it. Find a pattern or a way to get back to this person. I wish you all the best of luck," The three nodded took their binders, and walked out the door.

As three continued their trek out of the building, not talking as they tried to process what was just laid out before them. The Big 3 were to hunt down a known felon who has fought pro-heroes and killed notorious villains and criminals. Nejire couldn't take the silence anymore, she wanted to know what the others were thinking and get her worries off her chest "This vigilante, are we really doing this?" Tamaki paused turned towards her, while Mirio stopped but still showed his back to the two. Nejire, now having their attention spoke her fears, "Do you think we are over our heads? Can we really stop this vigilante?" Nejire turned her head away, ashamed at what she was saying. They were going to be heroes in the upcoming year and being afraid was not something a hero can be

"This guy gives vigilantes a bad name," Tamaki said as he looked away from the group. He was never really the type of person to express emotions other than annoyed and moody, but there are some things even he got angry about. It was the death of any living thing. When someone or something died of violence to Tamaki, it was a waste to him. That life was a road with an incredible amount of choices. When someone was killed all those, all those possibilities were lost forever.

Suddenly the two heard a crash and whipped their heads in the direction of the noise. Mirio's fist was embedded in the wall a chunk of concrete was now on the "We will find him and make him pay!" That was what made Mirio special it wasn't his quirk, his strength, or even his determination. It was his sense of justice that made him special. He wasn't a fool; however, justice didn't always exist within the system. Justice was about what was right "That is what heroes do. We do what is right!" His attitude brought a smile to Nejire's face and a small grin to Tamaki's. Mirio always did the right or the say the right things. Just like with renewed vigor, they went on their way to do their job.

Teacher's Lounge

The Teacher's Lounge is a room with gray floors and tan walls. There are a pair of sofas with a coffee table in between. Along with that, it had the most crucial piece of equipment for a teacher, a coffee machine. In the room were three people, one was Toshinori, another was Shota Aizawa, who was still slightly bandaged from his fight a month ago from the flaming skeleton guy. The last person is a tall, slim man with long blond hair, which he wears spiked upwards in a huge tuft behind his head, and a small mustache. He has rectangular eyes with concentric greenish-yellow pupils and with a massive smile on his face. His hero costume consists of a black jacket with a very tall collar, upturned and complete with studs, and matching black pants and knee-high boots. He sports tan shoulder pads and a red belt and elbow pads, all studded, and black fingerless gloves, his neck always obscured by a directional speaker which he uses with his Quirk Voice. He always wears a pair of headphones with the word "HAGE" written on the headband and a pair of orange-tinted shades. This was Hizashi Yamada or better known by his hero name Present Mic.

"So anything on this vigilante that made you a walking burn victim?" Hizashi asked. As he poured himself a cup of coffee, then adding his preferred fixings of cream and about a dozen sugar packets. Shota looked over at his fellow hero with the same old tired expression with a scowl on his face. Hizashi took a sip noting the glare his friend gave him, "A whole lotta nothing, huh?" He then flopped down on one of the couch cushions. He grinned and raised his glass to Toshinori in respect. Then Hizashi took another swig enjoying the hot liquid that slightly burned his throat. Hizashi's voice was the source of his power, and he treated his throat and voice box as a sacred object. He never ate or drank anything that could diminish his quirk and always keeps throat lozenges handy.

Hizashi drank more of the hot beverage then the grin disappeared on his face, and a frown replaced it, "Not even with your informant?" This was concerning to Hizashi and Toshinori. The flaming monster or villain, depending on who you asked, pops up and disappears without a trace. Toshinori went to Naomasa, asking why this was even possible with all the traffic cams within the city. Naomasa's response made Toshinori grimace thinking back on that conversation, 'That part of the city was so overrun with criminal activity, the town never installed the traffic cams there. Called it a waste of money.' He sighed from his thoughts there was a killer on the loose, and he had the heroes and police chasing their tails 'The trail of molten asphalt was a dead end as well, it always ended in a middle of a road or at an intersection,'

"No, they don't have anything on the guy," Aizawa said as he rubbed his eyes. Eraser Head being an underground hero had many low-level criminals such as junkies, low-level drug dealers, or even gang members that were on the lowest part of their totem poles, which acted as his informants. Eraser Head could usually get anything out of them through threats of violence or jail time. However, when conversations of the burning vigilante came up, all their loose lips closed, and it caused Aizawa to feel unnerved even more, "Whenever I ask them about their bosses' plans or anything big that is happening in the city they usually can't stop talking. But, ask about the guy with the flaming skull, and they start in a cold sweat and tell me to stay away. They're more afraid of that thing than are of heroes or villains. I guess it is logical. What would be more afraid of death or prison?"

Toshinori added to the conversation, "I have tried with higher ranking villains and yakuza. His has them running scared, and jumping at shadows,"

"This is unnerving. This thing has done something we couldn't. It essentially stopped crime within a small district," Aizawa stared at his two fellow heroes letting his words sink in. Hizashi suddenly lost interest in his cup of coffee as a pit formed in his stomach. Toshinori was in the same boat, except he felt like a failure as a hero. They knew the district that Shota was talking about, it was heavily infested with both villain and criminal activity. He and most of the other heroes ignored it because there were not many high profiles in it, so it was left unchecked. Aizawa then looked at his two blond compatriots "Maybe we should be thanking this guy instead of hunting him down,"

Toshinori then stood up with a deep scowl on his, and even with his skeletal appearance the two others felt like they could see a silhouette of the man back in his prime standing before them. All Might looked at the others in the room "It does not matter if he has done some good, his methods about it are unacceptable. All he is doing is causing more suffering!" All Might suddenly transformed to his muscle form in front of his compatriots. "This is not justice! When we get this monster off the street, we will bring peace once again. We will stop this monster no matter the cost!" the Symbol of Peace and Justice roared. Shota now had a grin on his face that looked like the Cheshire Cat. This was the man that was the number one hero in Japan. To rally people like this to his cause was why he All Might.

Later that Night

Izuku had come home from his shift in the early evening. The sun was about to set, making the sky a burnt orange. The bus ride home wasn't any more pleasant as he stood most of the time, and the people around him had multiple sins making the Rider roar with fury. He had a rough day, he almost lost control of the Rider not once, but twice. It was exhausting when the Rider took over his body. The Rider would give him some of its powers, such as the enhanced strength, coating things in the fire, Fire manipulation, the healing factor, the minor invulnerability. Still, it was nothing compared to when the Rider took over. When the Rider takes over, Izuku is still there in his body, but it is like driving a car with one hand on the wheel and the Rider with two hands on the wheel. When the Rider was in charge, Izuku felt like he could do anything. The power was unlike anything he ever felt, it was intoxicating.

Climbing the stairs to his apartment, he opened to door to find his mother waiting for him as always. Izuku opened a closet door near the entrance of the apartment, and inside was a washing machine and dryer. He threw his work jumpsuit in the washing machine, set the machine to clean the solo piece of clothing, and then kicked the door closed. He came in and saw his mother sitting in the living room watch TV. On it was the local news anchors, one which had a tiger head, talking about the yearly entrance exam to the prestigious college, U.A.

Izuku sighed as he finally came up to his mother and planted a kiss on her head. Inko was not surprised by the actions of her son, she just continued to watch "How was your day?" she said without breaking eye contact from the screen.

"Fine, mom," her son answered as he went into the kitchen to get a meal from the fridge. It was a simple dish of chicken and rice. As he sat down on the couch with her, he noticed that she was abnormally quiet and get glancing at him nervously and was fidgeting with something under her blanket. So after he cleaned his plate and placed it on the small coffee table, he finally spoke, letting out a sigh, "What is it you want to talk about?"

Inko couldn't help but smile slightly as she started her tale, "Well, Mitsuki came over and told me how Katsuki is about to take the entrance exam to the U.A." She pulled out a couple of brochures that she gently lifted towards her son. Izuku knew where this was going, and he sighed, taking the brochures from his mother's gently "I was thinking, maybe you can go back to school? Now that I am better you don't have to take care of me as much," she smiled at her son, hoping to take the chance. She wanted her son to take the opportunity to go back to school. He had sacrificed so much for her already. He needed to get his own life in order and be his own person.

Izuku looked at his mother's eyes, they were filled with hope and anticipation. He already had an answer for her but flipped through a couple of the schools just to humor her. They were some of the best technology and engineering schools where he could get a high school diploma and then continue on for his college degree. When he was done looking at them, he placed them on the coffee table, "No," he spoke out, and the expression on Inko's told him he shattered her hope like a mirror being smashed by a brick.

She stared wide-eyed at for a second at her son, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Suddenly the stern mother from years ago came back to her, "Why not!?" She would make him see what this opportunity could mean for him.

"Just no. I make good money for us. We need this," Izuku answered back. As he got up to leave, his wrist was grabbed roughly by his mother. Even though she was stuck in a wheelchair for nearly a decade, Inko was not about to let her son be the parent on the subject.

"Being a mechanic all your life is a waste for someone like you!" Inko shouted as she let go Izuku's wrist and picked up the brochures waving them in his face.

Izuku tried to be patient as he took the brochures, but this time threw on the coffee table "I'm fine with that! How come you can't?"

"Wouldn't you rather be an engineer who designs cars, instead of just fixing them? Think of what you can do if you build stuff for heroes? You can live part of your dream!" Inko unknowingly said the wrong thing to Izuku.

What she said was nearly identical to what happened "that night," Izuku looked at her for a second before he walked towards the door "Fuck heroes! I wouldn't help one let alone build something for one!" The rage was nearly consuming him, he needed to get out of here before he transformed in front of his mother. So he strutted towards the door but was stopped by the voice of his mother.

"We are not done with this conversation, Izuku!" She yelled no, she didn't care how thin the walls were she was going to speak her mind, "You don't have to take care of me anymore. V.I.C. does enough for us," V.I.C. stood for Victim Injury Commission. This was a government established organization that would help victims who were injured during a villain attack or had if a civilian obtained an injury that happened occurred during a hero rescue. When they were in the accident, V.I.C was there for them.

When the accident first happened, Izuku was very grateful for the organization they provided therapy for his mother. They kept the lights on, provided money for food and school. It was like nothing went wrong in their lives, but after a year or so, the V.I.C was starting to cut funding for them. Izuku and Inko went to the office of V.I.C. to find out why. The agent with whom they talked to told them that his mother has taken her "fair share." Izuku argued with the people for hours. His mother was never going to walk again, never being able to stand again, and those fucks at the insurance office thought she was compensated plenty.

It took all of Izuku's self-control at the time to not burn the place to the ground. So when the check amounts from V.I.C. started to get less and less, life was getting stressful, especially since he was still in school at the time. The amount of money they were given could only cover one major expense a month. For a long time, the money bounced back between paying groceries or paying bills. It was at that time, Izuku dropped out of school and found work at the garage.

Izuku burst out laughing as he shrugged off his mother's grip. When he looked down at his mother, he saw her lean back with a wide-eyed expression on her face, "Oh, they help us plenty. They help us choose whether we can eat for a month or keep the roof over our heads!" Izuku's rage flared as he yelled. He was lucky he wasn't facing his mother, she would have seen an inferno in his eyes. It wasn't directed at his mother, it was a mixture of the Rider trying to take control and his anger at the world. He began to walk for the door, he had something to take care of, and it would a good outlet for him.

Inko gripped the handles of her wheelchair so hard they started to shake from the pressure. Tears pricked her eyes as she tried not to cry in front of her son. Then quickly, she knew she had to do something drastic that could prove to her son that she didn't need to cater to her anymore. She got an idea and knew that if she did this, she would have to be strong for herself and her son, "Fine then! From now on, I will take care of myself!" Izuku swiveled to look at her, his eyes wide at her statement, "I won't be a burden on you anymore!" The look in her eyes was like that of a vicious animal ready to attack, then it quickly changed sullen, and she frowned. She turned to take his plate from the coffee table, but the problem was her chair was too big for the narrow space between the couch and the coffee table. Izuku started to walk towards her to help. As he reached his hand out to get the plate, it was slapped away by his mother, "No, don't touch it! I got it!" she yelled.

Inko leaned as far forward as she could and stretched. She was able to grab the plate between her two fingers and reeled back with it in hand. Then without even looking at her son, she placed the plate in her lap and wheeled away. Izuku stared in disbelief for both the vows she just declared. He watched her disappear around the nook and heard the sink turn on.

Izuku wanted to go and help her, but the boy knew where his mother stood on the situation. His shoulders dropped, and he went to the door of the apartment and gently shut it. Izuku stood at the entrance for a moment before he leaned against the door and slid down. He felt such an emotional drain that he was now physically exhausted. He never ever in his life felt like such as disappointment, and the way she looked, it was that of defeated, broken his heart. He wanted to lay where he was until he heard the pull and whispers in his mind reminding him of what he needed to do tonight. Izuku tried to ignore it, but the Rider wanted to serve vengeance and so tonight, vengeance will be delivered.

Aldera Junior High Later that Night

The teacher from earlier was finally starting to leave the school when darkness covered the sky and only let the moonlight shine through as the dark clouds that blocked it out. He pushed up his glasses and combed back his hair with his fingers. He walked across the parking lot, but not before taking note of a classic car sitting parked at the far end of the lot. As he walked across, he continued to eye the oddity, with both caution and admiration. Suddenly the car came to life with a roar making the teacher jump in fright. The car's headlights blasted the man in the face and eyes, making him throw a hand to block the light. The teacher then squinted to try and see who was in the car. He was able to make out a figure in the driver seat, so he waved him off, asking to kill the lights.

Suddenly the engine revved and began to burn rubber and kick of smoke. Suddenly the car jerked forward and then stop. This caused the teacher to fall back as the vehicle kept repeating that several times until it was roughly ten yards away "Hey! Asshole! That's not funny! You trying to kill me?" As if answering the question, the car started to burn out until it shot forward. The teacher let out a scream and tried to run. Sadly or fortunately, depending on the way you look at it, the man didn't get very far. The car hit the teacher's legs, causing the man to get sucked underneath the car and run over more of his legs. The unlucky man had the wheels miss his head and chest area, causing him to feel the pain in his legs.

The pain of his now pretzel-like legs ripped from the teacher's throat as he screamed into the long dark night. The teacher feebly reached for his legs as he tried to fix them himself, but as he touched the leg, he discovered his bones were like ground-up glass, every movement brought more agony to the man. Suddenly the sound of a car door opening and then shutting caught his attention. It was then he noticed he could hardly see. It was then he heard the sound of glass crunching. The figure had broken his glasses. He then listened to the sound of keys jingling along with a chair rattling. He looked over towards the person in the car walk towards him. At first, the teacher thought he was going to get help as the person came closer. Then the moonlight came through the clouds and beamed a ray on the figure.

The teacher was astonished and confused. It was a teenage boy coming towards him. Then when the teacher finally focused on the feature of the man. No, teenager. The teacher began to panic when he saw the cold expression of the teens face. He twisted around to start to crawl away, but his efforts were for not, as a foot pressed on his destroyed leg. He screamed out but was silenced when his face was stomped on. The sound of sickening crunched could be felt by the teacher as his nasal passage was blocked by the misshaped cartilage. The teacher looked up at his punisher with pleading eyes "Please, please just stop," the voice was shrill and broken as he pleaded to the teen with emotionless eyes. However, he could have sworn he saw the teen's eyes turn bright orange.

The teacher was then roughly grabbed by the collar of his once pristine shirt and forced to be face to face with his attacker. Thanks to his terrible vision he could not see who could not make out any details except for orange eye that illuminated his face, he could swear he could feel the heat coming off the eyes "You think you deserve mercy?" Suddenly a fist buried in the teachers face making the already broken nose worse, he was now missing a tooth "I know what you are monster!"

The teacher tried to plead his innocence, "I don't…" Whatever he was going to say, turning into a scream of pain as the teen twisted his heel on the shattered leg.

"Don't lie. You can't hide your sins from me," the stranger's voice was icy promising nothing but misery and death.

Suddenly the teachers once fear-filled face turn sinister with a sinister grin, "So I have been found out, huh?" he let out low giggle as his true colors showed. The giggling turned to full-blown laughter. The teen reeled his head back in shock or disgust, the teacher did not know. However, he was caught what could he do? The teacher then brought both his hands up into the teens face sticking his wrists out "So go ahead cuff me," he then shoved them in his face even further "Go ahead take me to jail,"

The teacher was then unceremoniously dropped, and this time he hears a chuckle come from his attacker "You seem to have me mistaken for one of those heroes," the voice was quiet, but there was a feral tone to it "I don't let people like you live,"

The teacher pondered the words of his assailant, and a thought dawned on him. He began to sweat heavily, and it was cold. He shakily rose his head up and looked at the teens still orange eyes "You are him. Aren't you?" his voice was soft like he didn't even believe his own words.

The teen leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "It's time to pay for your sins," suddenly the teen leaned back, and his face started to steam, and he let out a roar as he felt was gone, and now a flaming skull took its place. The teacher screamed as he was forced to be eye to eye with the monster. The monster raised its fist, and a small fireball formed. Suddenly the monster roared as lashed its palm at the teacher. Then suddenly the teacher felt burning, followed by cooling and finally nothing.

Izuku let go of the charred remains of the teacher. The sound of the charred bones clattering to the ground reverberated through the open parking lot. Izuku looked down at the remains before he growled, turned, and walked towards his car. Suddenly Izuku was engulfed by an explosion himself. The fire the twisted and spiraled upwards, making a tornado of flames, "So you're the scum whose attacking heroes huh? You're not so tough," a man that was walking into view of the moonlight

He is a tall, sturdily-built man with a very muscular physique. He has short crimson hair, which he wears spiked up around his head and sharp light blue eyes. His beard and mustache appear to be made of fire. His costume is comprised of a tight, navy turquoise bodysuit with lines of flames streaming across his chest, upper torso, arms, and most prominently his shoulders. He uses his flames as a makeshift mask around his eyes, and the tall boots he wears appear to be either made of fire themselves or constantly left alight, as only their soles and laces are visible around the flames. He sports white bracers on his lower arms, styled in a cage pattern, and a blue belt with a pouch attached on both sides. This was the Flame hero: Endeavor in all his bravado and arrogance.

Endeavor used his quirk Hellfire, which allowed himto keep the fire fluctuating around his target as he smirked "I can't believe you have yakuza running for the hills. You couldn't eve…" another flame blew apart Endeavor's fire tornado as he covered his face with his arms. Standing completely unharmed was the flaming skeleton, not even its clothing was burned. It looked over at the hero with a blank stare of annoyance. Endeavor narrowed his eyes, but on the inside, he was slightly unnerved. He put a lot of energy into the attack, and this 'thing' endured like it was walking in the sun. He had to keep his bravado, though, "So you are strong. Good. I am going to enjoy putting you in your place!" Endeavor rushed forward, rearing his hand back, and threw the punch with all his strength.

Before the blow, the skeleton rose his hand and caught the fist like it was a tennis ball. Izuku gripped the hand and pushed it back with ease. Shock spread across Endeavor's face at the being that was a skeleton was able to block and manhandle a man like him who was built like a truck and a mass of muscle. Izuku cocked his fist back and launched a punch in the hero's stomach.

The blow sent Endeavor across the parking lot like a stone skipping on water and crashed in the chain-link fence that was around the perimeter of the parking lot. Izuku stared at the heap that was Endeavor, seeing he put another hero in his place. Suddenly Izuku's head was impacted from behind and smashed into the asphalt, causing a small amount of debris to scatter into the air. Suddenly his face was dragged across the ground and then was suddenly in the air tumbling until an impact stopped him.

Endeavor had recovered quickly from the sucker punch and watched as the skeleton walked away, thinking the fight was over. He showed him and threw him into an older muscle car that was parked nearby "Cocky fuck," he said with a chortle.

Suddenly Izuku pried himself off the car and slowly stood up. He glared at the hero who was in his way. The flamed reacted to his and began to grow and become hotter. He let out a demonic roar as he unraveled his chain and launched it at the hero. Endeavor unimpressed, grabbed the chain with ease, and gave an unimpressed looked. Endeavor, feeling insulted by the attempt, pulled hard. The strength of Endeavor made Izuku fly towards him. Endeavor clotheslined Izuku, causing him to be momentarily suspended in midair. Endeavor then let a flaming punch loose at Izuku's face to plant him in the ground. Endeavor stood over the still flaming skull "Just because you beat a couple of low-level heroes and a bunch of villain scum, did you think I would be a pushover too. I am the number two hero in all of Japan!" Endeavor brought his foot and whole weight down on Izuku's chest and began to grind his heel. Then Endeavor whirled his leg back, and he kicked the monster like a soccer ball and crashed into the hood car. The monster arrived in before flipping over to the other side, out of view.

Izuku couldn't comprehend what had happened to him. He could walk in a shady back door casino and kill villains and henchmen like they were mosquitos. Suddenly he looked on the glove where his knuckles were exposed, seeing skin beginning to reform. It was then Izuku figured out his answer 'This is what is like fighting a top tier hero,' then the skin started to reform on the right side of his face showing his green iris no longer having the fire in its place. 'I am such a fucking joke.' Izuku felt all the hellfire leave his system now, 'How was I ever going to take my revenge?' Doubt spread through his body like a poison. He doubted his abilities. The doubt his mother has in him. Doubt in himself. He could hear the sound of Endeavor talking, but he unregistered the exact words. This was it for him. His path of vengeance would go unfulfilled. He would be locked up and left to rot in a cell for the crimes he committed. He didn't care much about that. What he was worried about was how his mom would be taken care of, 'I'm sorry, mom.'

The dark, nearly silent voice started again in his head, 'Of course, I don't want that.' Izuku answered. It continued, 'He's too strong.' The voice became sharp and angered, 'I don't want to leave her alone.' Then it was quiet again, 'If the price is my soul. I'll gladly pay it,' the voice slowly faded from Izuku's mind 'I give you control,' Izuku was engulfed in flames, and after that, he would remember nothing.

Before Izuku's internal conversation, Endeavor glared at the spot where he punted the monster. He was disappointed with the so-called "monster" that had criminals running and hiding in the shadows. He let groan of annoyance, he was hoping for a fight, and he was sorely disappointed. He started to walk, "That can't be all you got!" As he walked, he didn't get a response, "Alright scum, since you wasted my time. I'll beat on you a little more before I hand you over to the police," He made it to the front of the car at this point when he started to mumble under his breath. "What a bunch of whining weaklings!" referring to the heroes beneath him and the criminal organizations that feared this "monster". When Endeavor did not hear anything from the other side of the car, he let a breath "Don't tell you're uncon…" whatever Endeavor was going to say was interrupted when a fist made contact with his jaw.

The blow sent the Number 2 hero flying and tumbling across the asphalt. Endeavor, while surprised by the strike, flipped in mid bounce and corrected himself. As he looked up with a curious expression on his face. He then saw the "monster" standing tall and blaring down at the hero. Endeavor wiped his cheek, where he was punched. In the spot that contact was made, he found that he was actually burned. He chuckled slightly at the irony. A man of flames burned by a blow of fire. The curious shock turned to one of battle crazed,"Yes, this what I want! To fight someone strong!" He stood up tall and allowed his flames to grow around his body. He then formed to encase his hand. The monster took on his challenge and unwrapped the chains around its torso, then making them glow orange from the heat. "Don't disappoint me!" he then charged fight back, and so did the monster with the chains twisting in the air.

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AN: Here is Chapter 3. So far, everyone that has read this story seems to like it. So I will keep going. I usually write for fun, and I just put this story up because I had this idea that was in my head, and I wanted to put it somewhere people will enjoy it. I am sad now because Hulu put an end to The Ghost Rider TV series :(. They say they are shopping the show to other networks, but idk. I guess we will have to wait to see if it gets picked up anywhere else. Like, Review, and or Follow, please. Thank you. Also I have a pole up on my page. I am thinking about doing another story that is different from my others. Take a look and cast a vote.

Knox