A Sniper's Mercy
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His heart beats quickly, adrenaline pumping through his view and warming his body in the cold winter winds
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He looks down the sights of his rifle, his eyes glowing a soft green from quirk use.
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Across the town, a lone figure perches himself on a rooftop like a gargoyle standing its vigil over the night
The figure is Eraserhead, pro hero of the underground circuit. No doubt patrolling the night
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His heart skips a beat, his finger curling around the trigger.
Inhale... Exhale
He fires, the gun jerking into his shoulder from the recoil. The bullet flies across the way, whizzing past Eraserhead's head and catching the villain behind him in the throat
As the villain drops like a stone, his friends burst from the shadow to confront the hero.
A big beefy guy with some sort of lion quirk charges Aizawa, swinging wildly before dropping like a stone as a bullet rips through his stomach and out his back, severing his spine
The tired hero looks around for the source of the shot as he dances around a Villian with blade fingers. Each time a villain almost gains an upper hand on the hero, they're dropped by a bullet
Before long, the hero is surrounded by bodies, his costume and hair stained red with blood
The air is thick with tension as he realises that he was still in the snipers field of fire.
Aizawa ducks between some crates, carefully analysing the skyline for a sign of the sniper
Ring ring, ring ring
His phone rings, pulling his attention from his search. It's an unknown number, possible the shooter. With a shaky hand, he presses the answer button and puts it on speakerphone
"Who is this?" He asks curtly, the tension rising
"That was exciting" A bubbly voice replies "I love a good hunt. But don't worry Eraserhead, you're not my prey. I would never hunt a hero such as yourself"
"You murdered these people. Why?" He asks
A chuckle comes over the line. It comes off as warm and reassured.
"I've been watching you. You're one of my favourite heroes. I couldn't let some scum of the earth villain end your saga just yet. I want to be hero worthy of your legacy" The sniper replies
"You're a fanboy. Most would just ask for an autograph" Aizawa replies
"You're not exactly the type to sign autographs. You've always shunned the limelight, working to make the world a better place rather than for fame. That's what I commend you for"
"Any chance you'll turn yourself in?" Aizawa asks "I can get you a deal if you turn yourself in"
"That's a tempting offer but I have a counter offer. If you can figure out who I am. I will turn myself in. If you can catch me then I'll come willingly" The sniper replies
"This isn't a game, just turn yourself in or I can't..." Aizawa says before getting cut off
"Uh Uh. Where is the fun in that. Catch me if you can. I'll be watching" The sniper says, ending the call
Aizawa curses, standing up from his cover. Despite the risk, Aizawa had a gut feeling about the snper's truthfulness
"I'll catch you. Bastard" Aizawa curses
A kilometre away from Aizawa's rooftop, a green haired teen is disposing of a cellphone. The greenette picks up a guitar case, walking away whistling a jaunty tune. A grin on stretches across his face, looking over his shoulder. In his hand is a spent bullet casing. A Type 99 rimless 7.7 mm
"The game is on" The teen says with a grin
((The end))
