An angry rain splattered and splashed against the windows of the abandoned hideout. Blinding blue and red lights of the police cars made it almost impossible to see through the thick wall of dense fog that accompanied the rain.
"Shit. We're surrounded. There's no way out of this." my father searched the area with wide frantic eyes.
"I can get us out of here, Father. There has to be a way." I pleaded, looking at him.
He shook his head.
"Your wings may be metal, but you're not strong enough to carry both of us out, Miya." he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Let me try." I begged.
He looked down at me. His face was soaked with rain, and furious.
"As soon as they break down the door you fly, as fast, and as far as you can. Promise me you will." he kept his steel gray eyes on me.
"Promise me!" he repeated in a louder tone.
My stomach sunk as I shook my head.
My father lifted his hand with a swoop, and a metal beam rose from the ground in front of him. The door split open, and shadowy figures pushed their way through the small frame almost as if they were stampeding animals. I ducked under my father's extended arm, and sprinted down an empty hallway.
"Hey, stop!" a voice called from behind me.
I skidded to a halt as I reached a fork in the hallway. Shit, which way was I supposed to go? I played here all of the time as a kid. Why couldn't I remember?
"You've got nowhere to run." the voice was coming closer.
I reached behind me, and plucked three silvery feathers from my wings in case a fight ensued. I reached the end of the hall, and found an old, rusted door. I pushed it open, and stumbled out into the cold rain. I spread my wings, and pushed myself into the air. Something heavy wrapped itself around my leg, and I gasped.
"Let me go!" I screamed as it pulled me to the ground.
A tall, treelike Pro Hero was standing behind me. Branches were sprouting from his arm, twisting and twirling around my arms and legs.
"I have the girl." he mumbled into a weird device.
I fumbled with the feathers in my hand.
"I wouldn't do that." the tree man said, glaring at me from under his wooden mask.
His branches twisted around my wrists almost as if they were handcuffs.
"Is there a reason you're arresting me?" I asked, attempting to undo the branches.
"Is there a reason you were running?" he snapped back.
"My Father told me to." my heart skidded to a halt thinking of him.
"Your father is a criminal." his dark eyes bore into me like a thousand knives.
"So that automatically makes me one?" I asked.
His eyes made their way to my hands, and he motioned with his free hand.
"What were you going to do with those?" acknowledging the sharp feathers in my hand.
I turned my eyes away from him.
"Nothing." I whispered as I let the feathers fall to the ground.
He kept his eyes on me.
"Listen. I'm supposed to keep you detained here until All Might gets here. Then he'll decide what to do with you."
My stomach dropped. All Might. Just the sound of his name was enough to boil my blood.
"Why does he get to determine my fate?" I sneered at the Pro Hero.
"HE is the Number One Pro Hero. He is the deciding factor with all criminals. You better show some damn respect when he gets here." he replied, keeping his eyes away from me.
It remained quiet for a while, and my thoughts went to my Father. Was he okay? Did he escape? What was happening? The tree hero spoke softly into his device.
"Yes sir. Stryker was brought down, and we're holding the girl. It's believed that she's his daughter. I wasn't aware he had one either." his voice was almost a whisper.
He looked over at me for a moment, and then looked away.
"She looks to be about sixteen. Maybe even seventeen. She's the daughter of a criminal though. Why there?" he said.
The trees blew loudly as a loud, booming laugh echoed into the vast darkness. The tree man stood up tall, and recalled the branches that were twisted around me. He grabbed my arm with one wooden hand, and looked over at me.
"Things will go from bad to worse if you try to run." he turned his gaze to the opening in the trees.
A tall, muscular figure donned in a tight red, white and blue bodysuit landed gracefully where the tree man was looking. His muscles rippled as he stood, and his blonde hair whipped around in the wind. His chiseled jaw tightened as he looked our way, and his lips formed into a hardened smile. The tree man released my arm, and ducked down into a bow as if the person in front of us was a king, or some kind of deity. He straightened back up, and a giant hand was placed on his shoulder.
The muscular figure took in a deep breath, and looked out into the distance.
"It's okay now," he said with confidence, "why? because I am here."