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An: My favorite character is...JK, not telling. But my second favorite is Monoma Neito, my third is Shinsou Hitoshi, and my fourth is Aizawa Shota. As for others I like that would include: Shigaraki Tomura, Spinner(I don't know why I like him tho), Kota, Rock Lock, Sir Nighteye, Twice, Hawks, and many other characters. I tend to choose favorites that are voted 'Most Likely to be the First to Die in a Horror Movie' or 'Most Likely to Fail at Being Great Because They're Assholes Most of the Time'. And I love, love, love horror movies, so I'm used to watching my favorite characters suffer. Enjoy dear plebeians!
Chapter 15: Awful Aftermath
The half-corpse twitched, writhing and clawing and squirming all the wrong ways. It jerked, and she could only watch, as it spasmed a second time. Then a third, fourth, fifth, and another half or three-quarters. She gaped, unmoving, frozen as the body now was. Not-breathing. Not-looking-away. Just standing and shaking and watching as Stain's body began another round of terrible wrenching.
Except this time he was actually moving as his body willed, picking himself off the bloody alley. And he shakily made it to his feet, just waiting and looking at Izuki and Tenya like they'd been the ones serial killing heroes. Izuki blinked and breathed and clenched her jaw. The Herokiller was vulnerable now. She couldn't risk Native or Tenya getting hurt, and she couldn't start crumbling apart yet.
She shot forward, once again creating a sort-of air pressure around her in a mini hurricane, all speed and force and eerie grace. Then, she kicked him right across the forehead, taking him down. Tenya tiredly helped her get Native into her arms and tie up Stain. He walked quietly next to her, not saying a word, pretending as if this night had not happened at all. That's exactly how it ended, with the a detective telling them that none of this had happened.
Izuki would've loved to believe it, but it seemed her mind had other ideas.
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It was the end of internships, the end of Hosu, the ended of Stain, but it felt like where everything started. It felt like she'd been living her days as an unmovable corpse for years, and now she was back, a zombie that thought of more than surviving until the next day. She thought of truly living, and she thought Tenya was thinking so too, and she thought nobody had an internship quite like theirs, so that's what she said when the detective asked what she'd say, and that's what she kept thinking when Shigaraki's ugly duck army decided it would be fun to attack Hosu too.
There was one that came with wings and a whip-tail, screaming like a starved pterodactyl. It destroyed buildings like a kid burned ants, seemingly getting happier and louder and stronger as it caused more damage. A couple of heroes fought it with blades and flying quirks and fire, and Izuki wondered why none of them went for the brain. Maybe she only thought the brain obvious because it was a zombie like her: broken and pieced together, raging more at itself than society. It died when a hero tore of its bat-wings and flambéd its brain.
There was one that tore through the tram, absently creating a splatter painting of red out of body parts and people. It slashed through metal like second nature, fed on chaos like its favorite junk food, and swatted away a phalanx of sidekicks like they were plankton in an infinite ocean. It was brought down by an army.
There was one that had helped the pterodactyl at first to make a skyscraper into a groundscraper. It was a leaner kind of muscle, still ugly and duck-like and one-hundred percent Nomou, but also more controlled than the others. The creatures were clearly not natural, even with the possibility of mutant quirks, so someone was birthing them. That same someone was getting better at it. That beast was bested by an agile old man and Endeavor and even Manual after he'd evacuated the city.
Then Izuki and Tenya emerged from the ashes of Hosu, a city that was impossibly famous now, but used to be nothing. And so came the conclusion of internships which most certainly were unlike anyone else's.
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There were a rare few students who kept quiet about the experiences they'd had. There was Shouto, who's choice of Endeavor explained it all. There was Mineta, who'd taken on a mountain quite literally and never made it passed the bottom. There was Bakugou who'd acted like a prince for a whole ten seconds before the entire point of his internship unravel. Then there was Izuki and Tenya, who were just quiet.
It wasn't for a lack of questions, because they'd been bombarded with millions upon returning. Everyone had heard the news about Hosu and Stain. It wasn't because the detective had asked them to either. It was because there were plenty more reasons not to say anything. At least the questions and silence all came to an end when Aiazawa dragged them out onto the training grounds once again to see what they'd learned from their weeks away.
He made them race, split into groups of five and face off with each other. Izuki wasn't really observing for once, like how she usually did, instead acting every bit the dull zombie she was, flashes of bones and ashes and death and blood clouding her vision.
She saw a villain murdering her father; stabbing and slashing and cutting until there was nothing left, then the villain kept on going. She saw a villain hiding among the flocks of sheep, pretending to be normal: being turned into a punching bag and a laughing stock until that villain was beaten down to her marrow. She saw a villain awaken to reveal her hand: stealing memories and pain and everything from another who'd chosen the wrong person to mess with. She saw a villain gaining strength; pretending again to be someone she wasn't and using her power like it wasn't a plague on the world.
She saw a villain acting like a hero: pushing through it all and standing tall like she'd never be the one to topple or fall. She saw a villain almost murder again, but stopping just in time because her victim held power over her that nobody else did: the years of being fake catching up with her. She saw a villain following what should've been her enemy into nothing better than a death trap, and finally, finally learning that she couldn't pretend anymore.
So Izuki let that villain free, let her power flow out, passed the chains she'd kept around it for just enough time to make everyone else into a cloud of dust. She watched and grinned and let her insanity leak into her smile as they all stared at her like her second murder victim had, glaring with eyes of pity and hate and surprise and nothing.
She smirked until her vision turned gray and all she could hear were screams, beautiful, horrible screams.
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"Welcome back Izuki." The voice was soft and strong at the same time, dull and free of emotion like only one person she knew, it was Hitoshi's voice.
"Terrible to be back." She croaked, body creaking just as strained as her throat, as she tried to sit up. She succeeded, though barely. Hitoshi was the only one with her and she wondered what thought should be most relevant at the moment.
"Quirk Exhaustion…" Began Hitoshi, as if she hadn't done it on purpose to punish hearse;f and show everyone else how much of a villain she was, as if it'd never occur to him that she'd do it on purpose. It made her feel guilty for doing it on purpose.
"You really shouldn't have pushed it so far with the effects of your dormancy surgery still wearing off…"
"Yes" I should have, she finished internally. But Hitoshi didn't need to make things worse for himself by worrying about her. The indigo-haired teen looked her over, lips twitching like he wanted to frown with concern but wasn't sure how showing emotion ever helped. It didn't.
"You should be more careful." He settled for, and kissed her on the cheek before getting up to leave. Probably for class: who knew what day or time it was.
"Hitoshi," He stooped in the doorway. "Thank you." He left and she sighed. She fell back onto the gurney and watched the ceiling. She watched as it turned ash-grey and began to evaporate into nothing but dust.
"Dust, dust, and more dust." She chanted quietly, because that's what everything was.
An: Yay, it's a record...shortest chapter yet! haha..hahhhhhh, sorry-not-sorry. Thanks for Reading and Sticking Around!
P.S. My favorite character is