I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone could hear. A man pushed me up against a wall. He had a semi-large build with neon green hair and tattoos traveling from his arms up to his neck. He had a friend behind him who I suppose was keeping watch. Apparently they assumed that picking on an eleven-year-old girl was going to appease them. They block me in an alley and, when I tried to run, neon green guy latch onto my foot with a quirk that lets him

"Come on, now! Don't run away from us like that! We just wanted to talk! Now, what is a little girl like you doing in a bad place like this? Hmm?" His breath smelled of cigarettes. I turned my head in disgust.

"Let me go," I said through clenched teeth. Back then, I couldn't switch long ways away or a lot with my quirk at the time and control wasn't a strong suit of mine either. This man's arm would come off if I switched with him grabbing me.

"Hey! Let her go!" I looked over to see a figure standing at the entrance to the alley. It was about six at night and it was difficult to see his or her face. The voice sounded feminine, but I could care less. As my assailants were distracted, I took my opportunity.

I ducked down and away from the guy holding me, effectively freeing me from his grasp. I jumped up before he could react and kicked him with my heel. He was down on the ground quickly. The second guy was easier. I guessed he didn't have a quirk well-suited for fighting, so a knee to the stomach and palm to the face was enough to do him in. I flicked my hair out of my face and looked towards the distraction. It was a young girl; she was around my age. Her deep royal blue hair was cut into a pixie cut with the exception of a long lock of hair flowing down to her shoulder. Her mouth was open in awe.

"Umm…" She stuttered. "I-I wasn't expecting that."

I set myself back into a fighting stance. "What do you want?" You could never trust people on the streets. And my gut told me something wasn't right about this girl.

"Whoa there." She put her hands up innocently. "I'm not here to fight. Well, I was here to help you, but you clearly didn't me to." I relaxed slightly at her words and lowered my guard a bit.

"So? I'm fine. You can move along now." I turned to switch away. That's when a feeling of dread overcame me. I couldn't switch. I looked back at the girl. She had a slightly guilty face on. "I'm assuming the reason why I can't use my quirk is because of yours?"

"Your assumption would be correct." She scratched the back of her head and looked at her shoes.

"Well? Undo it." I was getting antsy. Being in the same place for a while wasn't good.

"I can't…"

"What do you mean you 'can't'?" I kept my eyes on my surroundings. The guys on the ground could get up any second.

"Well, I can't cancel out people's quirks within ten meters of me for four minutes… so I did that to save you while you were being confronted by those guys, but I can't undo it. You'll have to wait."

"Oh no…" Not being able to use your quirk was a death sentence. Not many quirkless people can survive on the streets. And, at that moment, we were both as good as quirkless.

I started towards the girl and the opening of the alley. "I can't believe this." I grabbed the girl's arm and dragged her with me.

"W-what are you doing?"

"You want to live, don't you? We have to keep moving."

Suddenly, the girl's face went white. "H-hey… behind you."

I turned back to see another being in the alley. A pale, thin figure was walking toward us. Its head was cocked oddly to the side and hobbled towards us. Rags and bandages hung off of it.

After one look, I could tell this was no man.

It was a monster

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Okay, I can't type much but ahhhh! Creepy, huh? Aren't you so glad I left you all with yet another cliffhanger?

Peace!