Much anticipated, Mmm?
I just want to thank all of you for being so patient with my lazy self. I've been having to do a lot of things lately, from working to getting ready for college. I finally graduated (Thank god) and now I'm enjoying drinks in the Bahama's, but since I ha free time I thought I'd do my due diligence and drop a chapter. I'm gonna try to catch up and release at least two more this week, but we'll see what time will tell.
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Bakugou's eyes fluttered open, pain erupting on the side of his head. He gripped at his head, nausea overcoming him. Lurching forward, bile rose from his stomach. He wiped his mouth, looking at his surroundings. Where was he? Why was it on fire? Why did his hands hurt?
Realizing he had his hand on top of burning wood he lifted it, wincing from the pain. The building around him was burning, and if he hadn't woken up he might have been taken by the flames.
He coughed as smoke tried to enter his lungs, covering his mouth and rising to his feet. He heard the jingle of keys, and then it struck him. He was at the gas station. He was attacked, but hadn't he won? Then why was he on the floor, passed out in a fire consumed building? He remembered the other two assholes, their smug asses smirking at him as they set the building on fire. He cursed under his breath, reaching for the keys in his pocket.
The car.
He raced to the back of the convenience store, nearly tripping over debris and burned holes in the ground. He gasped for fresh air once he reached the door, hungrily breathing in the fresh air as if it was medicine.
"Shit!" he yelled out when he noticed that it was far past evening. The sun had set and the stars displayed themselves. It was well past the time he was supposed to return, and that left him infuriated. There was no doubt they already got to Midoriya, and that she may have already fallen into their hands.
Pressing the unlock button on the key again, he heard the same beep! From before. To his surprise, it was from a motorcycle and not a car. It didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that the vehicle had gas and rough of it to get him to his house in five minutes. Within those five minutes, he'd think of a plan. He'd have to, or Midoriya could die.
Midoriya's wrists stung from pulling at the rope. That didn't stop her from trying to get the rope off her wrists. She was close, her struggle had loosened the original knot they had tied. If she tried hard enough, she could slide the rope off her wrist, and she could maybe get her gun in her bag to protect herself.
She thought they were awfully relaxed for people who were in someone else's house. They sat like they had already claimed their victory. The girl had fallen asleep in the corner, head resting on the dark haired man's shoulder. He himself looked like he was dozing off. Only Shigi was completely awake, and he wasn't really paying much attention to her anymore. He was messing with some stupid radio, trying to get some message through to the other people they were with. That stressed her out more. She only had until sunrise to get free, or it was over for her.
She had stopped crying a while ago, her head aching from the tears. She had gotten past the initial shock of the unwelcome guest, and now she was rushing with adrenaline to try and escape. If Shigi was her only issue for the time being then she could definitely escape and try to find Bakugou, if he was still alive…
She hissed when the rope rubbed against an especially sore spot. Shigi looked at her, his eyebrows raised. Midoriya shrunk in on herself, trying to make it appear as if she was weak. She needed him to assume she felt hopeless, and that she wouldn't do anything to escape. If he saw her wrists she'd never get free. She didn't seem to be convincing, because he stood and loomed over her, trying to peer at her wrist, but then there was a loud bang. His head snapped in the direction of the noise. His other comrades snapped awake.
"What was that?" the girl yawned, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the sleep. The dark haired man looked out the window, looking for something.
"I thought you got rid of him," Shigi said. Midoriya's heart began to race. Bakugou.
"We did," the other guy responded. "That explosion was huge! Knocked us on our own asses."
"His head was bleeding badly too," the girl said, sliding her finger along the sharp end of her knife. "He looked beautiful." Midoriya felt like throwing up again. She could only imagine how his wound looked, and how his limp, dead body was just abandoned at a gas station.
"You check the front, Dabi, and I'll check the back," Shigi said, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a gun. He looked at her. "You better hope he's not there because if he is, I'm putting a bullet in the middle of his forehead." She watched the two walk off, pale and scared. Only the girl was left–the guy with white hair was still unconscious. If she was smart, she could definitely overtake the girl in front of her, but one wrong move would be the end. The girl had a knife, which was a lot more than Midoriya had, and if she was as obsessed with knives as she'd shown herself to be, then Midoriya was sure she knew how to throw it.
She began to struggle more with the rope, feeling the knot finally give and slide off her wrists. Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, she kept her hands behind her back as she slowly began inching towards her backpack. At first, the girl didn't seem to notice, her eyes glued to the door her friends had walked out of, but then there was a loud bang! followed by silence. Midoriya froze, then noticed that would be her chance to grab her gun. She lunged for her bag, searching frantically for her pistol. Where had Bakugou put it?
Just when she saw the gleaming black weapon at the bottom of the bag, the girl pounced on her. She pinned Midoriya down, sliding a knife along her neck. Midoriya gulped, her eyes meeting yellow. Her belongings sprawled out along the floor.
"Your skin's so pretty," the girl said, her voice full of fascination as she continued to glide the knife across her skin. She felt a pinch on the side of her cheek, and then the girls started to smile again. "Oops! I didn't mean to cut you just yet. Shigi's gonna be so mad at me for scarring you." Midoriya grunted, extending her hand out to her bag. She could see her holster with her knife. If she could just reach it…
She gasped.
"I wouldn't if I were you," the girl said. She no longer sounded overly happy, but deadly sinister. Her voice had dropped an octave, and her eyes were cold slits. Midoriya froze. She was scared before, but now she was terrified. There would be no way she could overpower that girl.
During their staring contest, Midoriya could briefly smell something foul. Was it smoke? It could be the fireplace, but she hadn't smelled the fire once since Shigi started it. Where was that smell coming from?
"Deku!" she heard. She wanted to cry in delight, relief flooding over her overwhelmingly. Bakugou was okay, and he was coming to save her. The girl above her looked aghast, anger briefly flashing through her eyes before she lodged her knife in Midoriya's right shoulder. The greenette cried out in pain, her hand reaching for the knife.
The door burst open, and Midoriya could see Bakugou scanning the room on alert. His eyes land on the blonde girl, then her, and his eyes seem to darken. The blonde girl lunged at him immediately, trying to stab him with her knife. Bakugou held his own well, dodging each attack with some ease, and even managing to get in a few of his own. However, as the fight continued, Midoriya noted how Bakugou was lagging behind and seemed a bit unbalanced. The girl, however, was still going strong, remaining lithe and agile as she continued throwing attacks. If Midoriya didn't do something Bakugou would be done for.
With a yell, Midoriya pulled the knife out of her shoulder. Her cry of pain had distracted the Bakugou long enough for the girl to overpower him. Midoriya stood to her feet, and the girl raised her knife above her head. Bakugou managed to stop the knife from entering his chest, but Midoriya could tell he was struggling. While the girl was distracted, Midoriya reached for the decorative vase on the kitchen counter. Sprinting towards the two, She brought the vase down on the girl's head, the fragile décor shattering in her hands. The girls passed out immediately over Bakugou.
Midoriya gripped her shoulder, waiting to see if the girl was gonna stand. Bakugou pushed her off of him, grunting as he came to his feet. He looked at Midoriya, assessing her injuries. She was doing the same to him. He had a big knot on the side of his face, as well as dried, crusted blood. She could see some faint burn marks, but other than that he looked fine.
"We need to go now. The house is on fire," he said, rushing to put all her belongings back in the bag. Midoriya looked back at where he had entered. Was that what she was smelling? Why would they burn the house down? "Come on, Deku! We don't have all day." She hadn't noticed him beginning to leave, her mind foggy and lightheaded. She felt like she was walking on clouds. Her arm was numb, and so were her legs. She somehow managed to stumble to him, but she couldn't lift her bag when he tried to give it to her. She finally noticed how much blood she had lost, and then noted how she was already sick. Her body must be giving out on her. "Fuck, Deku! I need...you...move…" She could barely hear, her vision was going black. She felt weak.
"Sorry," she managed to mumble out before she fell completely limp.
Bakugou barely managed to catch her. His entire back hurt, and he was really struggling to walk straight. To overpower the other two guys took a lot, a lot more than he thought it would, and now he was sure he was sporting a few more bruises. Still, he somehow managed to get to Midoriya, but she was hurt, much more than him it seemed. He was letting instinct lead him from that point. There was only so much he could do in a burning house.
He didn't bother to grab the stuff that fell out of Midoriya's bag, there wasn't enough time. Between the fire and the noise he made to get there, he was sure tons of infected were waiting at the doorstep. If he was quick, he could get the bike and ride it until they ran out of gas. That would get them a few miles away from the house, and a few miles closer to their parents. Then they could rest.
He hoisted Midoriya on his aching back, grunting in exertion as he grasped onto her legs. Because of his throbbing back, she felt Heavier than she actually was. He tried his best to get the two of them down the stairs plus their things, and he almost collapsed at the bottom, accidentally dropping her. The floor was hot, and the flames were licking at his skin. He could barely breathe, the burning smoke invading his lungs. He coughed, bringing his shirt above his nose and lifting Midoriya from the hot surface, and placing her on his back again. He covered her head in his jacket to protect her from the smoke. Her backpack, which happened to have a little bit of food, clothing, and batteries for their trip would have to stay behind. He couldn't carry it all with his injuries.
Somehow managing to make it outside with shaky knees, he descended his front steps and approached the bike. Getting Midoriya on the bike was hard and it took more time than he wanted it to, but once she was secure, along with their only bag of supplies, Bakugou got on the bike and started it. The engine roared and the front light turned on, barely making any difference to the already provided light of the fire. He looked back, watching his childhood home burn to flames before his eyes. It hurt more than he thought it would, his only connection to normalcy fading away right before his very eyes.
A growl in the distance reached his ears, and without hesitation, he popped the peg and drove off. Away from the fire, it was freezing. The cold made his burns tingle, and it made his already tortured lungs ache more. He could hear Midoriya moaning behind him. He assumed her shoulder was hurting, or her swollen cheek, or maybe her bleeding wrists which were wrapped around his waist. Suddenly he felt guilty, he wasn't strong enough to protect her. Maybe if he had stayed, they both would've been unscarred, but then wasn't the time to think about it. It would be morning soon, and they'd have to ditch the loud ass bikes to go on foot for a few miles. He wasn't sure if she was going to be awake by then, he really didn't feel like carrying her, but it didn't really matter. As of right then, they were truly surviving. There was no more hiding behind a familiar place, no more searching areas they knew were safe. They were facing uncharted territories, facing dangers that could kill them until they found their parents.
If they find their parents, of course.
Shigiraki was pissed. He had woken to the loud roar of a motorcycle, his skin burning from the fire of the house. That's damn Dabi, he cursed to himself. Why must he always resort to fire when things were going south. And that damn blonde boy, the one who took his precious doll from him. He'd kill him, he decided, because he didn't like to share what was his.
Their plan had been in action for so long, just watching and waiting. Watching and waiting. Fucking watching and fucking waiting just so he could get his hands on that precious face of hers. He hated it, he hated that he wasted his time.
It wasn't even the fact that his time was wasted. His time was always being wasted waiting for something good to come his way. He was traveling with a band of delinquents. Delinquents who wanted everything he wanted. He waited for something that was only his, something that nobody could take away from him. He thought traveling with them would allow that, but Toga's dumbass was obsessed with scaring the green girl's precious skin, and the albino's dumb as was obsessed with fucking her. Luckily, the albino was knocked out when they captured her, but Toga wasn't. He hoped in the time he was gone she was able to control himself. He doubted it, she had no self control, but enough was probably happening to distract her from her desires.
Now they were all sitting outside the burning house, watching it burn and crumble to ash before their very eyes. Dabi looked like he was having an orgasm, Toga was very clearly bored given how she seemed to be trying to see how much pressure it took for her knife to make an incision on her thumb, and the albino kid–God what was his name again?–looked like he wasn't even mentally there.
Why are they such a mess, he thought to himself.
"Let's go," he said. "I'm not sleeping until we find them again."
