Chapter 7: Terror Strike


"Izuku! Are you alright?" After watching the kid digest All-Might's hair to transfer his Quirk into his very body. I saw his skin sparking out so intensely, I begin to notice an electric build up engulfing his insides and my head pulse again to see his electric voltage is sky rocketing to hell! This didn't go as what we plan for him but we are prepared for this to happen. Especially for his ten months of mental training.

Hope Izuku learns how to control his electricity quickly. If not, he could possibly incinerate himself by this much power he's holding or destroying an entire city few blocks down from here. Praying this wouldn't be another Empire City blast occurrence like the Ray Sphere incident.

"So this is what we suspected to happen isn't Cole?" All-Might vigilantly watches Izuku to see if things could go bad to worse for the green haired boy to experience. Midoriya starts to float off the ground like he was using an outdated Blast Core, electric sparks starts to shoot everywhere onto the ground and a half of a second, I saw the kid's highlighted green hair turn light cyan blue in a blink of an eye. In that very moment, his skin turn absolutely pristine and a heroic like aura start to surround him. After one hour of floating in the air and the continuous electric buildup inside of his body nonstop. A giant electric shockwave burst out of his body and felt an eruption of blustery air currents blowing at us in sheer force. Making our coats waving wildly so fast from the hurricane like winds. For the electric blast currents went flying pass by us and made a huge blackout at a nearby neighborhood few blocks away from here. Sensing the electric surge instantly fried all of the electric equipment in one go like a miniature EMP blast.

I aguishly watch the kid hovering in mid-air as he might die from doing this. But in my own relief, he finally stopped floating and fell onto the sand, smoking with hot electricity and static popping out from his skin. My eyes detect his nervous is still active. Meaning he isn't dead, just knocked out to hell from the flashy show he did. As for his appearance, I saw his cyan highlight hair reverted back to its normal green color and the electric buildup recedes back to normal level.

What is going on with this kid and what is he thinking? Better yet, we should get out of here before the local authorities show up and finding out what happen to the blackout. So grabbing the kid by his shoulders, I lifted him up and headed out to the downtown area of this place. Knowing the cops will arrive over here pretty soon on investigating the incident we made here.


[Izuku]

I heard voices of thousands and thousands of people speaking within my head in tranquility. That's not all, for I heard small but powerful voices interacting with the many yet softer voices. Both slowly emerging as a whole.

The two got closer and closer. The unspeakable pain I felt back at New Marais is returning back to bite my butt again. But this time, it is much worse and more tormenting than before!

The two powers I hold within me felt like it's going to assimilate and combine into one. But unfortunately for me, it was way too strong for me to bear when they are about to be fuse together! It feels like I am going to be ripped apart into pieces to pieces by it! Felt my flesh burning inside and out of me as the electricity I wield is almost at the point of incineration! So doing my best to sustain the electric currents before the buildup goes out of control, I release a humongous shockwave out of my body to lower the electric buildup and cutting the two seemingly alive powers away from each other shortly after. In that process of tirelessly separating the two, my head got lightheaded and my mind blackout into total darkness.

Slipping into unconsciousness, tragic memories begin to flood my mind.


Waking up of my supposed death and my failures, I still heard a baby crying out in this calm air I was in. Slowly opening my eyes to see the woman whose arms are illuminating in a light green color, I was in wonder of what she is, what type of Quirk is she using?

Lifting my body up weakly, I look down to see I was in a makeshift medical bed and analyzing of what's around to see thousands of people who are lying in their beds appearing to be okay.

"Oh my goodness gracious in a ham basket partner, you're awake! For a second I thought you would be dead by now from the severe condition you were in. But it is good to see you survive from your critical wounds near the brink of death." The woman who was in front of me spoke in a distinct southern accent. I look up to see she has straight blonde hair that reached to her shoulders and freckles covering her cheeks. For her brown eyes stare at me curiously of whom I am. Looking down at her arms, she wasn't holding the baby anymore and only to see her arms glowing bright green. For which smells like wet grass for some odd reason? For what she is wearing is a white lacy, sleeveless dress that reach to her knees and looking down to see she's barefooted on the grey cement floor.

Looking over the peachy lady besides me to my right, I saw we're in a dimly lit warehouse and filled with medical equipment scattered across this place and faint lights from the glassy roof. Above me of what I saw is the orange-red sky…and black smoke from the burning buildings nearby here. All I can see is grim in the sky and no salvation coming to us. Hearing the moaning of patients inside of this improvise emergency warehouse we are in.

"What happen when I was out? How did you including the sick here survive from that gigantic monster destroying everything on its path?" Astonish of how this woman survive from the flaming beast. Her face is filled with sorrow when I mention that monstrosity towering over us.

"I don't know Mr. All-Might. The monster just…stood there and burst out brimstone like fire at us. I thought I was dead with my little gal Sera at my arms and my husband Dustin to be damned by the Lord. But turns out the Lord watched over us and gifted me this power to heal the sick, for I sense this…demonic radiation coming within the sick, inflicted by some kind of indescribable disease that's twisting their insides and out. As the illness first strikes at the immune system for the body to stop resisting the infection till it moves and degrading the nervous system for a painless yet slow death for the host to be killed off prematurely." Hearing of how she confronted the Beast and survives to tell the tale, I was pretty amazed. Of how she described the sick, she might possibly be religious alongside having a medical background of knowing how the body system works and not to mention the medical equipment scattered across here. I want to know, what is her Quirk?

"But what's that in your arms? The glowing stuff you're emitting out-and by the way, why do you smell like grass Ms…?" Trying to figure out her full name, she answered kindly to me of what's her first and last name to me.

"My name is Bertha Titus kind sir, for my arms though, I feel like life is coming out from them and feeling like the Lord has reached out to me in salvation. For I detected many things of God's creations, mice that's scrawling on the floor, the hounds howling in mourning of their owners dying. For I sense a wicked sickness in them, for the trees I once felt were alive are now burned to ashes by the monster of Hell that walks among us." So you're saying that your Quirk is Biotic? But does it have a limit of seeing all of those things along feeling them? It would be consider physically taxing for a Quirk user to do that kind of stunt.

"But your Quirk? Does it pressure your body physically if you can see the energy of other lifeforms constantly and using your powers extensively?" Getting curious of what her Quirk is, she frowns at me and look at her glowing hands as she is confuse as I am.

"I don't know sir. This strange Quirk I wield appeared out of nowhere on itself when the Beast attacked us. Possibly the Lord gifting me and my husband these blessings onto us in our dire need to help people before the monster can destroy everything that God have created on this Earth. So we gather all of the survivors here and heal them from their critical state. For exhaustion, it is more mental taxing than physically pressuring me when I use this power. For my mind go sluggish and tired while my body is freshly awake. To counteract the deprived effects, I borrow some energy from the remaining alive trees and return some of their energy back onto them in kindness." You can steal and give energy to others? How-

"Bertha, my honey dear! We got trouble coming at our doors!" I was then interrupted when a man came running through the steel grey doors. His hands pulse out a grey dim light as crafting materials of this former construction warehouse begin to float in the air. As varieties of metals, plastic and even cement begins to breakdown into the tiniest particles and absorbed them inside the stranger's glowing hands. What the heck did he just do?

Gripping his palm tightly, he release out a tall steel reinforced wall right in front of us that's covering the main entrance in a panic. For I heard growling animalistic noises coming at the other side of this building but can't go through to do the white steel wall fencing them off.

For the man's appearance, he is wearing a white button-up shirt where his sleeves are ripped like an animal has just attacked him and including his black tie hang on his neck collar all jumbled up. His dusty, black, silky pants are cut open in the shins and black leather shoes covered by massive amount of dirt like he was running at a wet park.

His sky-blue eyes turn to us in an adrenaline rush and his buzzcut brown hair pointed up like he was shock by something. Rubbing his pale wrists to calm down, the tall rather buff individual return to his proper standing posture and let out a sigh of relief. Scrubbing his unshaved five O' clock beard to relax his nerves by the unknown danger he had faced.

The grizzly guy stood up properly and tightly grips his hands in readiness like he was going to fight very soon. Looking at his eyes, I know he is from the military by the harden look that his face made and the aura of battle I felt around him to save his kin from the very face of danger in the battlefield.

"Dustin? What's going on honey? Why did you run like that and what's making that noise?" Hearing the growling noises grow louder and menacingly. He looked back at her and skipping the question of why he ran for it, knowing there's something standing at the door and it doesn't sound too friendly to be reasoned with.

"There are monsters coming at us dear! Monsters that look like they descended from hell and I did my best on blockading the path before they can break through here. Did you remove the biological curse that's inflicting all of the victims here?" Looking over her of what's her response. She nodded quickly and answered him.

"Yes dear, I remove the sickness that's harming their souls. So what are we going to do?" Her husband Dustin stood there, quiet. Thinking for a while, he has a solution.

"Okay Bertha. Wake up all the patients you have healed and get a move on. We need people who are able to fight back the monsters that are knocking on our door. This place is not safe anymore and we need to evacuate before these nightmare creatures can kill us!" Hearing distress from Dustin, I look back at my hands and to myself. Should I continue to fight and not give up?

"Don't worry dear. We have a special guest here who I healed and that is All-Might himself!" Saying out my Hero Name over to Dustin who appears to be able manipulate objects around him. It could be telekinesis at first sight, but that doesn't explain why he cuts them down and eats them. Could it be associated with abiotic items?

"All-Might? Sweet Jesus in heaven! Glad to see you in the opening! I would greet you right now but we have a bigger issue right here that we're facing. So can you help me out and help the civilians here? The name's Dustin by the way." Hearing his grizzly southern voice in relief and asking me to help him out of an unknown foe we have to face. Should I really do it? I let people down and all of them died-

"Get your head back up and focus Soldier! There are civilians here who are in danger and I don't want to see a cowardly wimp who got his ass kicked by a demon when my wife saw you firsthand private! For I see it in your eyes is a wimp! Man up and make me see what a real hero you are!" My face felt a red hand-print seared into my skin when her husband slapped me so hard that it actually sting and spoke in a harsh military drill tone like I am a recruited soldier in the army. It sure did make me focus and concentrate of predicament we are in. He continues to drill me and showing no fear to him. Yelling closely to my face and hearing his militaristic voice if I'm determined enough to fight.

"Are you a coward!?"

"No."

"I can't hear you maggot! Are you a cowardly faggot!?"

"No!"

"Are you willingly going to save people's lives without your depressing sob story to get in your way on the line of duty!?"

"YES!"

My muscles are budging tightly and ready to fight for my life in service for the people here, in the past, I let them down. But this time, I am ready and I am no coward of what's ahead of me to bring me down! For Dustin patted my back hard and look at me in the eyes in harden resolution.

"That's more like it soldier! My wife gathered all the patients in a single straight line and we're going to fight for our lives in hell! So get your ass ready and let's kick some monsters ass back to Satan's realm! Bertha! Grab our daughter and get ready!" Raising his fist at the sealed door, I got up from my bed and stood in my ripped costume where it showed my healed scars. Raising my fists as well, I wouldn't back down this time!

Saw the steel wall bulging out with dents and holes begin to form. I saw bladed claws reaching out from here and both of us are ready for combat when the last line of defense is about to be breached! In one hit, the whole steel wall punctured and out revealed a grotesque monster whose skin is deadly snow white, black claws for hands painted in blood. Its black mouth slithering with tentacles as it screams with rage at us.

"CHARGE!" Dustin roared in bravery and we run inside the darkness of the hallways to fight these abominations back of where they came!

"Izuku, are you awake?"


[6:00 PM]

Shooting my eyes up and quickly got up where I was sleeping on. Was that All-Might's memory I was experiencing? For that, my heart was racing so fast that I can't remember of what happened when I digested All-Might's hair.

Taking a deep breath and calming myself down before I can make a scene here. I look back at the bench I was resting on to see All-Might in his lanky-form sitting down on the bench peacefully. Looking around, we are in downtown area of this city. As bystanders at the sidewalk stare at me strangely of why I shot up like that. Raising my head up, I saw the warm yellow sunset sky and nightfall is about to approach soon.

"Midoriya? Why did you sprung up like that if something went completely wrong and what kind of dream made you shake a lot?" Looking back at All-Might. I want to know what happen to Dustin, baby Kiko and her mother Bertha. The Titus family.

"All-Might, what happened to the Kiko's parents? The Titus family I mean." I ask All-Might question and his eyes went wide open when I mentioned the Titus family. Kiko's actual parents and he stuttered of how I know them.

"How-how do you know about the Titus family?" Stuttering in his voice like he is afraid to mention about them again, I answered him it was the dream I had when I was asleep. Coughing out, I respectfully told him of how I got this information.

"It's the dream I had All-Might. Where I saw you meeting Kiko's parents and fighting off the Corrupted with Dustin at the warehouse while you guys were charging inside the dark hallways with no lights, I believe your DNA showed me some of your thoughts back at America." Remembered studying an old casualty report made at 2010, there was escaped Corrupts migrated north of the coast. In which they cause massive destruction and somehow avoided the Beast's path of not getting incinerated to ashes. Fortunately, all of the Forced Conduits like the Corrupted and Ice Men were killed off by the RFI blast. Turning to All-Might, I saw him sweating nervously and finally spoke of what happen to Kiko's parents.

"They are dead Midoriya. One died by the RFI blast while the other survive but got lynch by an angry mob who are witch hunting anyone who is a suspected Conduit. For my dear friend Dustin sacrificed himself to save a group of suspected people who are being detained by the blood thirsty mob and Sera in my arms when I watch him hanged heroically at the stoplight." In the first time of my life, I saw All-Might crying and his hands shaking. Reliving the past I told him about. You know…I shouldn't bring that up.

"I'm sorry All-Might. I didn't mean to be rude on bringing it up." Doing my best to apologize for talking about Kiko's parents, he wipes the tears and sighed heavily to himself.

"Don't worry and frat about it young Midoriya. It is merely a memory to me and I'm not upset about it. So before you can go home and rest from that…interesting experience at the beach. I present you a card that Cole gave me to give it to you personally. So, thank you for your discussion." All-Might reaching down to his pocket, he pulled out a white card with a blue S.C.D logo inscribed on it. As it says C.R.A in black bold letters and a barcode behind the plastic card.

"Thanks All-Might. It's getting late and my mom is getting worried for me, so see yeah." Saying my goodbyes to All-Might, I walk towards home and getting a good night sleep for the U.A exam. After separating One For All and Cole's Conduit Gene is really straining my body to untangle them. For I feel sluggish and tired from it.

Watching the sunset, it is going to be a good day for me!


[All-Might]

Looking over to Midoriya who is walking away from me after I accepted his apology and giving him his card for him to access S.C.D grounds, a person walk up to me and I look up to see Cole is in his casualwear than his eyesore Kessler outfit that would stick him as a sore thumb to everyone. For his clothing is a white hoodie but covered his entire head and black jogging pants.

"So what happen between you and the kid?" Turning my eyes to Cole, I give him a full explanation of what happened and how he knows my past with Kiko's decease parents.

"My DNA did something to his Conduit Gene as he somehow obtained memories of my past with the Titus family before they met their demise. I gave him the card you ask for but I am kind of worried he knows my other secrets as well." Nervously rubbing my shoulders that Izuku might learn fully of my past like fighting All For One or experiencing the hell I went through when I fought the Beast head on which is the worst mistake I committed to do my ignorance getting into me.

"Hey man, don't worry about him. He might understand of what you face and having the courage to be the hero even more. To give people hope and persevere from despair, when he knows the truth. He will slowly understand of the fate he chooses of what you go through back at America." Cole being optimistic about Midoriya retaining certain memories of my past, I just hope the boy doesn't breakdown from the terror I had to deal with.

About to get up from my bench, I heard static from the big television screens inside the city as they change them to the News Broadcast channel. What major incident happened that we didn't know about and why this broadcast is so important that all of them changes to the news stations? Picking our heads up at the big screen, I saw the many News Reporters and their faces are grim. For they saw terror, despair and fear…oh no, don't tell me they actually did it.

"Breaking News, a brutal terrorist attack occurred at one of the joint Pro Hero Agencies and the death toll is at the hundreds when a concealed bomb was set off." Fully predicting of what would happen. I saw deceased bodies of well-known heroes are being covered in large white sheets on the sidewalk floor. Witnessing a ten floor Hero Agency Building was lit in red fiery blaze and rescue Heroes are trying their best to suppress the humongous fire before it spreads to other buildings. For I saw terror from the bystanders and police blockading the incident so panic wouldn't spread. But why though? Why did they do this!

"Police are investigating the surprise terrorist attack to see a tag logo on the Pro Hero building. The police say the symbol is allegedly associated with the infamous Blood Brotherhood for their official symbol of terror." The camera zooms in on the logo that is near the glass door entrance. Zooming and focusing on the terrorist logo. It is a symmetrical silhouette head of a wolf which is painted in blood red on the center and black outlines around the symbol. For its dripping black and red paint down on the seared black wall, telling me it was freshly made before the explosion was set off.

Knowing full well of what the symbol is, it is the official symbol of the Blood Brotherhood and their undying hatred for humanity. I learn about this symbol meaning back at S.C.D with Delsin who is an expert tagger. The head of the wolf means if humanity wants to hunt down Conduits like animals, they will fight back and become animals. It also means they are loyal to Conduits at heart but they are hunters as well, for they will exterminate anyone who isn't a Conduit or killing any traitors who backstabbed them within their pack.

The red and black in the other hand. Red means they are outright bloodthirsty and affiliated with their psychotic tendencies. For black means death is coming to their foes and they are not backing down in any inch to spare anyone's mercy. In short, the symbol means savagery, loyalty to the pack and taking in no quarter. The Brotherhood's wolf logo really contrasts with S.C.D's bird logo. For the S.C.D bird's meaning freedom, mercy and equality for all, for everyone. To actually endure the hardship they have face in their darkest time. Not letting hatred or despair cloud their mind, not letting evil consume their thoughts.

"But this is not the only incident. Throughout the world, simultaneous terrorist attacks occurred in civilian locations mostly on Police Stations, S.C.D embassies and Hero Agency buildings. Resulting in the U.N calling for an emergency meeting to deal with the Brotherhood's violent aggression as S.C.D officials also attended to counteract the terrorist threat." The footage to see the U.N members gathering inside the meeting halls and S.C.D members in white suites came in to resolve the problem they are dealing with. As for the people who are watching the channel begin to whisper in fear and some start yelling in outrage towards Conduits when they saw the bombed Hero Agency. Deepening and cementing hatred for Conduits here.

"Well fuck. I didn't suspect this to happen. Hope Delsin steps up on our counter terrorist protocols as the Brotherhood is getting more aggressive than before." Just hope you are right Cole. This is getting worse as I didn't suspect this to happen.


[Izuku]

Reaching to my apartment door, I turn the knob to see it was surprisingly unlock. So walking inside and removing my shoes on the floor. I stroll to the hallway to see my mom paralyze on the couch. What did she saw on the News that made her afraid-…don't tell me.

Quickly running to the T.V set, I witness the logo of the Blood Brotherhood tagged on the burning building of a Pro Hero Agency and then the footage change to their ominous shadowy leader in a black cloak, walking within the dark alleyway with Blood Brotherhood members escorting their terrorist leader.

Oh God…

"Izuku! They are here! The Terrorist leader! The Blood Brotherhood! They are here in Japan!" I heard panic and fear stirring inside my mother's voice. Her eyes look back at me in extreme trepidation and terror of what she saw. Of what she saw, I felt the same way for her and I don't blame her of what she's feeling right now.


[U.A Academy]

Sitting on my chair with my S.C.D colleagues and the U.A staff comprehending the news of what happen. Sweat begins to pour out from my white hoodie and my red beanie starting to get moist from the stress I am in. To calm myself and getting my cool, I rub my skull of how shitty this situation has gotten out of hand. What would Reggie do in this kind of situation even though he has no freaking idea how to deal with counter-terrorism? So sitting inside U.A's break room and a cup of tea in my hands, we just listen to the News Reporter of what they have to say about them.

"We got sightings and reports of their Terrorist Leader spotted in Tokyo. Confirming their leader is here in Japan and having an unknown agenda." Once again, the footage changed to a person who is being covered by a black cloak in an alleyway. As the said cloak is covering the leader's entire body, a group of Conduits who are escorting their mysterious leader while using their experimented Kevlar Vest they design to amplify the destruction and damage of their Conduit powers to the max, spotted the surveillance camera that's recording them. For the footage screen turn into black and grey static when one of shadowy Conduit figures raised his arm at the surveillance camera, prematurely cutting the footage off.

As for the black Kevlar Vest and with a titanium exo-skeleton suit they are wearing. It is modified with a large circular sealed tube attached to their backs and connected to the many syringes on their arms, injecting themselves with a strange, glowing blue liquid that God knows what is pumping into their veins. Bane level steroids? Blast Shard residue? I am still lost for words and having no idea of what it is they're injecting themselves when they first showed up nine years ago. Whatever it is, their Conduit powers become more destructive and lethal.

"Well looks like shit hit the fan isn't Delsin?" Hearing my buddy Eugene who already finished his recruitment search at South Korea and returning back with plenty of South Korean kids to train on their Video powers at camp, for Eugene, he has change a lot in his nine years working with me.

For Eugene, he isn't the same scrawny nerd he was and being shy all the time. As he developed a more competitive mindset to do him playing competitive games of his many years in South Korea, as he become cockier and having a smartass mentality.

His S.C.D workout pays off as his body is chiseled and buff. Of what he is wearing, it's a spandex like power suit. But it's not mere spandex. Of where the material came from, it is crafted by Dunbar Company which the silk is a replica of the spider's toughest material to stop a bullet going through the synthetic web and tougher than a diamond. Weave together and infuse with shards of a Blast Heart to empower the suit. Resulting in a hexagon-square shape pattern like shell on the spandex suit as the lines underneath the shell will start to glow of your respected Conduit power and giving you a near infinite source of fuel for you. To give a good perspective of what it looks like to me, think of it as D.C Comic spandex armor in the crappy cinematic universe or their awesome game franchise Injustice.

For the said suit, the owner can modify of what the suit would look like except for the square casings design on it. As the hexagon pattern exterior give extra protection for the wearer and the only thing powering the spandex like armor since the shells are literally made out of refine blast shards. In Eugene's case again, he has many sponsor Korean tech and video games companies plastered on his shoulders to legs in advertisement. For the said South Korean companies really like him despite of him being a Conduit. Which he can summon their favorite video game characters out into existence, and for some reason, gaming companies really love him for it. To finish it off, his choice of scheme color is sky blue and his Video Power lights are emitting out of the square casings of his advertised spandex like power armor. Which he look like he came from between an E-sport tournament gamer to NASCAR racer.

Anyway, Zeke manufactured many of the power armor like spandex suits for the official S.C.D members to use. It gives them an upper edge against the Brotherhood's Exo-suits. Kids will get them if they finish their camp training or fully trusted enough to give them their issued suit when they are send out in assigned missions.

Now what was I talking about-oh yeah, Eugene.

"Oh yeah! I am really in a nice mood when they destroy private property, murdering people and ruining our Conduit image in the process." As Eugene look at the plasma screen T.V with his nerd glasses, I sarcastically reply back of how I am in a good mood from watching them destroying everything we have built for the future.

"This is looking quite grim Delsin, what is your suggestion on dealing with the terrorist threat?" Heard the mouse bear man Nedzu stoically spoke of what I should do since I am technically the leader of the S.C.D organization. I think deeply about it, but this is the only option I have for now.

"We are going to issue the campers their prototype Eternal Suits when they are going on assign missions throughout the world. We are going to tighten security in U.A and our campground borders. But most importantly…" Pausing myself if I really should say it. But things are getting drastic, so controversy doesn't matter when lives are at stake.

"We are going to activate Project: Graft and U.A students can volunteer in the program." When I said Project: Graft to my colleagues and the U.A staff. They gasp in shock and horrified of what I said. Fetch who was sitting beside me, emotionally got up from her chair and shouted at me in rage, angrily of what we're going to do. Like Eugene, she's wearing the Eternal Suit that Zeke made for her. But hers is light neon pink that matches the glow on the lines.

"Project: Graft? Are you insane?! They aren't Conduits for Pete sake! What would happen to their mental state and their Quirks affected by it? Does that sound safe to you!?" Heard Fetch vexing of my decision on using Project: Graft on Quirk students. I remain calm and maintaining my composure. This is the only for the best and experience kids go through. For those who are weak minded will instantly be break apart by it.

"Easy Fetch. We are going to let the experience kids volunteer for it if they are willingly and making sure it doesn't do any harm to their mental state best as possible. As the terrorist situation has gotten much worse and we need to stop this before the Brotherhood can do any more damage." Trying to reason Fetch before she can blow a fuse here, I turn to All-Might's daughter Kiko of how she's reacting to this crisis. She calmly stared at the Blood Brotherhood leader and her body is a bit…twitchy for my taste.

"Hey Kiko, are you alright girl?" Saw Zeke tapping on Kiko's right shoulder. She snaps out of her trance and nervously tapping her thumbs together. Trying to answer Zeke of why she is staring at their terrorist leader.

"Oh-oh nothing about it Zeke, it just that their Brotherhood leader looks really menacing to me, that's all!" Oh boy. I know what her problem is exactly since she's the top S.C.D member, but the only ones who know of her secret is between me, Zeke, Cole and her legal guardian All-Might. For we know what she's feeling about.

Sighing myself and resting my body on the chair, this is going to be a long day for us. You know what. I wonder what to Hank after he escaped with his daughter? Probably still escaping from the law again.


[TX, Bexar County-8:09 PM]

"Honey, I'll be home soon to pick up something at work. So sit tight." Calling out to my daughter who is in her room, I walk out the front door and heard her voice.

"Okay dad, I'll be doing my homework while you're at it." That's my girl. So closing the front door and locking the entrance. I follow the stone trail that lead to my rusty pickup truck in the dead end of the night.

Stepping inside my car, I twisted the key and the engine went alive where I hear it roar loudly. The lights lit up and to see my humble house. It looks dirty and worn-down since we are living in the poor part of the neighborhood. But my girl will have a good life if she studies hard to have a decent degree. Even after I escape the D.U.P, I am still wanted for my mischief and robbery. Therefore, I can't get a higher paying job to do my criminal history. So to bury my small embarrassment to myself, I am going to pick up my check at a local gas station I work at and try my best to endure the economic situation I am in.

Stepping lightly on the gas paddle, I drive down on the road and changing the frequency on the radio to hear what's happening in the world. You got to be a inform citizen if you want to make a change here if you're poor and a criminal like me. Ever since the D.U.P hunted me down like a dog and letting someone get killed to do my own careless actions, I just give up on that criminal lifestyle and live a normal life best I can. Raising my daughter right and giving her a positive chance in life.

Lighting my cigarette between my fingers by using my smoke ability to heat up at the very tip, I let out a puff of smoke and calming my nerves after all the shit I went through. I listen to the Radio News Broadcaster as he is now speaking of what's happening here in Texas.

"Today news, we got reports and sightings of the crime syndicate the Reapers spotted in Bexar County of Texas. Showing many illegal activities happening over there. So be careful there folks. Things will get nasty. So for our next news, the crime syndicate of former transients attack at-" Reapers, I heard about them. I heard rumors they were a small hooded gang back at Old Empire City with superpowers. But now, they are slowly taking over the entire Black Market. As they took cartel after cartel in Central America to do their best selling narcotic, Black Tar, controlling the big bad mafias in Latin America. With their partial Conduit powers and their mind controlling drug, the Reapers is the only Crime Syndicate that rule the drug trade and nearly unstoppable. As they have millions of goons who are under the Black Tar influence ready to fight for them across the world. In which I have to watch out for any red hooded junkies that walks around the neighborhood.

Arriving at the old Gas Station I'm currently working at. I killed the engine and step out of my car. Locking the door, I walk inside the Gas Station entrance to see varieties of snacks and trinkets scattered across the place, for I saw my manager looking at his phone. Tossing my cigarette at a nearby trash can outside; this place doesn't allow any smokers inside, which ironically, I am literally made out of smoke. But my manager doesn't know that just yet. Speaking of manager, the old wrinkled man Bill is standing at the counter.

"Hey Bill, do you have my check?" Forgetting to pick up my check when I was done working, my co-worker Bill heard me and lowered his phone, knowing I'll be here eventually.

"It's at the back Hank and please sign your name this time." Nodded to my manager, I headed to the break room and grab my check while signing my signature on the list. So folding my check and placing it in my right pocket of my jean. I walk out of the break room to unfortunately watch couple of red hooded looking goons step inside the store. As they are covered in black stain and having skull designs on their hoods-oh no.

Trying to ignore those thugs who look like real troublemakers, they sort of gave me the stink eye and eyeballing me if I am worth their time. So I just don't acknowledge them and not looking at them directly.

My armpits are sweating under my white T-shirt. For I finally notice these bad fellas are holding guns and saw my manager shitting his own pants when he saw trio of Reapers near to his counter. Gurgling under their mouths and pointing their AK-47s at him.

"We are not here for your money. We are just borrowing your booze to quench our thirst and to celebrate of our soon to be victory. So if you don't want to die here, stop your squirming." My manager nodded his head in terror and one of the Reapers at the back start to ransack the glass fridge containing our supply of alcohol with a rundown shopping cart he is using. Later, he headed to the back and continues to pillage more of our booze collection.

"Well looks like we have enough beer to get us drunk for a whole month. So thank you fine sir for your cooperation and not getting yourself killed this time." The goon who mischievously spoke to my manger then hiss at him. After he made his intimidating threat, he smashed the plastic window that holds the many cigarette containers. Destroying the glass with unhindered ease, where plastic shards shattered across the counter to the white tiled floor. As he quickly grab a pack of cigarettes at random and left with his goons carrying huge collection of beer behind him. When all of the thugs left this place, we just stood there in silence.

"What the fuck?!" After they stole tons of beer, vandalize our cigarette glass containers and threatening my manger with rifles. They left just like that without taking any money at all?! That doesn't sound normal and it sounds quite a lot suspicious to me. Most importantly of what they said, what do they mean by soon to be victory?

Sounds like they are brewing trouble and I don't like it one bit…