Chapter 5
The League Expands?
Issac Lacasse turned his television off. He fumbled around in the dark of his apartment, kicking away loose trash until he found the light switch. A low whine emitted from a single bulb, trying desperately to illuminate the room. Issac grabbed a dirty bowl from his sink, which was overflowing with unclean dishes. Throwing open his refrigerator, he poured milk into his bowl before dumping in too many corn flakes, the extra cereal crinkling against the tile floor. Issac stomped them up before kicking them underneath the fridge. Issac ate his food without sitting down, before throwing his bowl back into the sink and walking out of his apartment. Milk dripped onto the floor. Issac didn't care.
Issac pulled his black hair out of his eyes, he hadn't showered in a few days. He wiped his oily forehead and stepped into the street by his apartment. Other people instinctively avoided him, but Issac knew they stepped away out of fear. The world knew how dangerous he was, even if he hadn't shown them yet. Desires clouded his mind, screaming their way into his brain. Issac needed to prove himself, he needed to be worthy of the League of Villains. Issac needed action, he needed to put himself on the map.
"That man…that Stain, talking about false heroes. He doesn't know, but he's speaking to me. False heroes, but they're all false. The schools, "inspiring youth", guiding them. Guiding them to be false, guiding them to be puppets. Heroics…it's a stain. Stain is true justice. I'll…I'll start at the schools. Yes. It's what the League did, but they faced All Might. There's no All Might to stop me here. I'll turn the students into stains on the ground, the League will love me." Issac had been speaking to himself quite loudly, and by this point people weren't just avoiding the homeless-looking man, they had cleared the entire street. Issac jumped onto the hood of a car and stared at the sky, he would need a plan. Even with no All Might in America, he couldn't take on an entire school with a staff of pro heroes without a plan. Issac stomped on the roof of the car until the alarm went off, then got down and walked away.
After several blocks, Issac Lacasse had no plan. He had never even seen the American U.A. branch, there was no reason to go near it. It was hard to figure out how to infiltrate a building you'd never seen. Issac sat in the middle of the sidewalk, tapping on the concrete. Several people nearly tripped over him, and one pulled out his cellphone. Issac paid no attention, anyone not in the League of Villains was beneath him. Scratching his head, then brushing the dandruff off his shoulders, Issac finally had his idea. All he had to do was find the right hero with the right Quirk. As Issac stood, a man tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir, we've received a complaint about you disturbing the public. We believe you may be the same person who attempted to damage a civilian vehicle earlier, and I'll have to ask you to come with me." Issac turned his head. The man behind him was not a police officer, which meant he was most likely a pro hero.
Issac grinned, raising his hands, "Of course, noble hero. You are the glue which holds our society together. Without heroes, like you, we would be like rats, you know? I do just have one question, two questions. What is your name, righteous hero, and what is your Quirk?"
The man reflexively took a step away from Issac, his speaking pattern wasn't how a regular person would react to being apprehended for a crime, "My Quirk is not your concern. Please do not resist, we wouldn't want anything bad to happen today, sir. All I ask is you come down to the police station with me so we can sort out who you are and what you've been doing today."
"Who I am? I am Issa...Is…I…I am…my name is…One Better. Yes, you see, I am a villain. A dangerous villain who intends to attack the U.A. school not far from here. One Better is my villain name, and I am a disciple of the mighty Stain! Unfortunately for you, I haven't made my true mark as a villain just yet, so you must be my first display of violence!" Issac lifted his arms, knowing he couldn't do much until he knew what this hero's Quirk was.
Upon hearing the name Stain, the hero knew this was serious. Even if this lunatic of a man was lying, he couldn't let the name Stain spread in America. Stain was a dangerous villain with a dangerous ideal that could easily spread and corrupt people's views, even outside of his own country. If this had to get physical, he was prepared.
"Sir, it seems you will not listen to reason, so unfortunately for you, I will have to act within my power as a hero. I cannot simply let a man claiming to work with Stain pass by me. I am the hero known as Blademaster, and this is the last day you will walk free as a villain. Your wicked ways will see you behind bars." The hero, Blademaster, was regarded as one of the better close combat fighters in America, due to his powerful Quirk. Blademaster's forearms turned into twin swords, and he rushed the villain in front of him.
Issac knew what he needed to know. His Quirk was untouchable, if he knew what he was getting. A hero that could turn his body into blades would be very troublesome for other villains. However, the Blademaster would find out that One Better was no ordinary villain. Issac didn't move as the sword pierced his gut. Issac felt his insides turn to liquid, then harden around the sword. Issac truly was one better than every other human. If Issac faced a hero that was made for stabbing and slashing, his Quirk would grant him the opposite ability. He was the antithesis of a hero, and that was the name of his Quirk. Antithesis.
Blademaster couldn't react quickly enough, and found his arm trapped inside the villain before him. Another wild slash, and soon his other arm was stuck as well. A villain that could change the molecular structure of their body, it suddenly made sense as to why this man was not afraid. Blademaster was at an absolute disadvantage against a villain that was immune to physical strikes. With all his strength, Blademaster tried to free himself, to no avail. A right hook crashed against the hero's jaw, followed by another. Another. Another. Another. His eyes rolled back, consciousness slipping away. He felt his jaw break as he faded into darkness.
Issac loosened his grip, Blademaster's limp form hitting the ground with a thud. Issac began to stomp on the hero. He stomped his fingers, his knees, his face. Until he was heaving from exhaustion, Issac continued to drive his foot into the hero's broken body. This was his debut, his first act, his hajimari…as the Japanese would say. Issac stopped grinding his foot against what was left of Blademaster's skull when he realized even if he got the attention of the League of Villains, he couldn't speak to them, Issac didn't know much Japanese. Issac Lacasse sprinted away to find a way to learn Japanese, his bloody footprints following behind him.