Heya, another chapter. Whoopee! Anyway, a few words to clear things up. The Kaneki in this universe of mine is one that never saw peace. Pretend the ending of RE never happened. As much as I love Kaneki, I love tragedies more. Let's begin.

RE:SURGENCE (They will not stop and so, neither will you. Rip and tear. Until it is done.)

Aizawa Shota, otherwise known as the underground hero Eraserhead, didn't know what to think of the new killer haunting the city. They didn't have an accurate description of them(he? Her? Don't even know their gender.) due to the lack of survivors after killings. While some do see the murders happening(interestingly, mostly people about to get harmed), they describe the serial killer as a small child with a hood obscuring his/her face. The bodies are always cut up neatly(with almost surgical precision) and there will be parts missing. The police had drawn the conclusion that Spectre(affectionately dubbed by those poor saps that had been stuck with their case for months) was a thrill-killer which either dealt with organ trade or indulged in cannibalism. Neither one appealed to him. A person helping out the black market organ trade was stained with blood and a cannibal couldn't even be considered human. He wasn't just being biased. Nope. He wasn't grumpy because he had been staking out Spectre's regular killing grounds for a week already. He wasn't angry about getting even lesser sleep than normal(Hizashi still thought he was insane after downing five Red Bulls one after the other). No, Eraserhead was not a bitter person. He was a completely rational and logical person who did not want to personally beat up the individual that had cost him his free time for ages. Yes, Aizawa Shota was a forgiving person.

That didn't mean the image of Spectre getting cuffed and taken away did not make him grin. Leaping over the gap between two rooftops(and glancing down to see a white-haired child look up at him with confusion), he wondered if he would ever get to see the killer in action. Not that he wanted the death count to get higher, but just out of simple curiosity. To remain undetected until it was too late indicated a stealth-based quirk or training, but the swiftness at which victims were dismembered lead to the conclusion of a speed-quirk. In either case, Spectre would need the necessary training to complete his image(speed, stealth and lethality, a dangerous combo if they were to turn to villany) because surely someone couldn't be that lucky to have a quirk that encompassed all that. Yep. That wasn't possible. Eraserhead stopped to pull a knife out of a petty thug's hand and disable him with his scarf(he really needed to end his shift soon, having that many unconscious criminals lying around the place would be bad if they all woke up) before stopping to take off his goggles and add eye drops to his already bloodshot eyes. Having insomnia and a quirk that required extensive use of his eyes did not go well with a lack of sleep at all. Blinking them furiously, he strapped his goggles back on just in time to hear an ear-splitting scream ring out from behind him. Whirling around, he ran back the way he came, footing precise and efficient(perks of adapting quickly to unfamiliar terrain) and traced the bursts of sound to an alley between two buildings. Choosing to leap down instead of taking the cautious route(every second counts. Never forget.), he lands softly and takes in the situation as fast as he can. And shoves down the horror and disgust that immediately rises up in him.

White haired kid(from before?). Chance of being Spectre. Can't see face, back turned. Tossing small object up and down(Is that an eye?). Man slumped against wall next to him(his head. Where is his head?), a boy(looks eleven, black hair and jagged teeth) on the ground. Man is missing an arm. Boy looks shocked, but fine. White haired kid(attire is a mixture of dark colours that makes him seem like part of the surroundings. Camouflage quirk?). White-hair tugs hood on, probability of being Spectre has increased. Move now before he escapes or turns around. Move. MOVE.

Aizawa wonders if he's disassociating as he darts towards the hooded child, scarf ready and already reaching for supposedly Spectre. He can't feel any emotions as he glances towards the obviously dead man and stunned boy. He has no time for them.

Scarf will reach Spectre and encircle him. Activate quirk to prevent him from using it against me. Move as fast and silent as possible. They do not seem to have noticed me. After capture, knock them out and immediately call the police. Reinforcements may be necessary, medical attention moreso. Raise defence, rely on instincts. His fighting ability is unknown. Don't drop guard.

As predicted, his scarf wraps around them and Spectre drops the object with an undignified squeak. Yet, he makes no move to free himself, instead just standing there, seemingly oblivious to the danger behind him. Nevertheless, Eraserhead keeps his quirk active and readies a hand. Better safe than sorry. Focus on ending this as fast as possible. Yet, just before his strike reaches the unprotected neck of Spectre(who still has their back turned), they move.

His scarf, held taut, gives way almost instantly(not possible. Should be able to withstand regular human's strength. They can't use their quirk) and they grab his wrist. Trying to wrench it back, Aizawa notes with rising panic that he cannot break Spectre's grip. Then, with a sudden twist and pull, he is sent flying into the wall the dead man was leaning against. Coughing at the sudden impact(he absorbed as much of it as possible, still hurts a ton), Aizawa lands on his feet and lunges at the figure, still with their back turned to him. While his strike connects, followed by a follow-up kick, he almost curses at the lack of response(almost like he was hitting a wall). And then, twisting their neck more than what should be humanly possible, the hooded killer looked at him.

One eye, glowing, pulsing red and black, stared at him blankly with just a hint of malice and something he couldn't put his finger on. The lower half of Spectre's face was concealed by a black mask, with an eyepatch over their right eye. The mouth portion of the mask consisted of a pair of bared teeth and gaping gums, with bolts screwed into the sides of the jaw section, creating an eerie spectacle. Despite himself, Aizawa felt a chill run down his spine and his well-refined instincts screamed for him to runhidedon'tfightretreatretreatretreatfromthebeast

and he backtracked to what felt like a safe distance. Despite that, the feeling of being looked down upon by a hunter still stuck to him.

"Usually they don't get close enough to touch me. You must be a new one. What's your name?" a soft and slightly amused voice breaks the silence, making Aizawa blink in surprise.

"Who I am and what my name is is none of your business Spectre. I don't need to respond to a killer." the snappish comeback has Spectre's one eye widen in surprise, then return to normal in a matter of seconds. Somehow, he can tell that they are amused. Strange that a person who's almost 90% covered in clothing or otherwise wore their heart upon their sleeve. Or rather, face.

"Interesting. I'll find out eventually. Anyway, congrats on being the first to interest me long enough to have a chat. Because of that, I'll give you three questions. I'll answer them truthfully. No lies. I swear on that. Your time limit lasts until I get bored or irritated." Now that he has a chance to stop and think about it, Spectre seems more and more like a child playing a game. Each action a decision that is carefully thought out and checked, but still prone to random impulses. Forsaking their identity just because someone interested them? Indicated arrogance, which wasn't without basis considering the strength and power that tiny body held. He would exploit that somehow(something to remember, his brain whispered). Watching the hooded, masked child tap their fingers impatiently, Aizawa sped up his thought process and asked his first question.

"I presume you are a cannibal. Why do you hunt down people?" blinking(or winking?), Spectre tapped their chin thoughtfully, but replied without a hint of doubt in their voice.

"It's more out of necessity than fun. I just thought that it would be better to clean the streets of scum. Like this guy here," they paused to kick the corpse savagely, drawing out a squeak from the boy still on the ground and a glare from Aizawa, "he had a quirk that let him break down complex things into the components that make it. He was going to disassemble the kid and sell his organs or something. I was in the area, so I stopped him." Seems like this cannibal still has a sense of morality, no matter how distorted it is. Out of necessity? Does their quirk require human flesh? Does Spectre require cannibalizing to survive?

"That doesn't give you the right to decide who lives and dies Spectre." Eraserhead snapped at the childish way of thinking, ire burning in his chest. A chuckle bubbled slowly from the cannibal, demeanor relaxed despite the unheard accusation. Murderer.

"I'll be nice, so that wasn't a question. Good job phrasing a statement to make me reveal more information. I'll indulge in your curiosity. Everyone has a choice. Depending on the choices you make, you adapt and change. Man makes choices, but choices make the man. In the end, we are only the sum of our actions. If you kill, expect to get killed. That's how the world works. Karma always comes back around. I chose to kill him, but it was he who chose to give into greed. Cause and effect. Don't shoot the messenger." just great. The twisted human-eating psycho has logic rivaling that of Nezu. I can't deny his points. Ignoring the complex argument brought up in about, oh, 5 seconds?, Aizawa continues with his questions.

"What are you? How many quirks do you have?" he can feel the grin stretching under that unsettling mask as the vigilante/killer twirls in a circle and laughs as if they know a secret that would shatter his perceptions of the world(they don't right?).

"What a waste of two questions. I'll answer the second one first. I am quirkless. From the look on your face, you think that's impossible right? Tough luck, but it's true. 100% true!" No that's not possible. The strength and durability plus speed and stealth are all possible if they have an all-rounded quirk but being quirkless? No, Spectre must be lying.

"And as for what I am...do you really want to know? The answer to that is probably yes, but to avoid any complications, I'll try to summarize my points Eraserhead-san." Aizawa's breath catches in his throat. They know. They can't possibly know. How do they know?

"The quirk question gave you away. As did your hair. You should probably tie that down by the way. Well, your time is up Eraserhead-san. Nice name by the way." he blinks and the hooded oddity disappears from view. A sudden flare of pain is the last thing he feels before darkness overtakes his senses.

He wakes up lying in a hospital bed with Hizashi and Nemuri fussing over him. After the doctors run their checks(miraculously, he is completely fine except for a headache), he is passed a note that Hizashi says "was found stuck to your face". Borrowing a phone, he calls Principal Nedzu while reading the note, feeling a sense of dread encompass him as the Principal picks up with a chirpy "Hello".

"Nedzu, we have a problem. It's that new killer Spectre. He says," Aizawa hesitates before continuing, "he says that he isn't human."

Hi Eraserhead-san. It was nice talking to you. You'll be seeing me very soon(maybe even teaching me in the future, wouldn't that be fun?), so here are some parting words. One, I'm male. Two, I may look like a child, but I'm not. Three, when did I mention that I was human?

Have a nice day! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

P.s, Spectre is a nice name, give the people who came up with it some love from me.

PP.s Your friends seem nice, they care about you a lot. So don't die!

~Spectre (Or Eyepatch, but don't give that name out freely.)

This was pretty fun. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it. Leave a review or something. I'd love to hear what you think.