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My Hero Academia: Heroes Fall
VII
World Painted Blood
"̷H̴el̴p̴!"̷
A chilling breeze enveloped her. Sharp, icy bits swirled in the air, like a swarm of angered wasps.
She fell abruptly, her face aligning with the frostbitten concrete beneath.
It hurt.
She squeezed her eyelids shut, shaking her head. The profound haze plaguing her simply wouldn't relent.
Gradually, she opened her eyes again, groaning breathlessly while doing so. Everything grew blurry, muted, resembling a fever dream.
It hurt. Pain had become the norm.
Fortunately, her wonky vision finally started clearing. And the first thing she saw was red…
Upon her palm pressed against the frozen ground. A puddle of thick, crimson liquid where she could see herself.
A reflection, from an alternative world painted in blood.
Her eyes peeled, and her breath hitched once more, as the shock awakened her dulled senses.
Kyoka folded her legs underneath her thighs, heel-sitting on the asphalt. She glanced down at herself, palpating her torso with her remaining palm, making sure that she didn't have any major injuries.
Luckily, she found no wound or excruciating ache in her person. Though the lack of suffering could only mean one thing.
'This isn't my blood…'
Fear possessed her anew.
Fretfully, she turned towards the vermillion wetness soaking her knees. Her gaze quietly followed the scarlet river that flowed across the shattered soil.
Near her current position, she spotted its origin.
And she would forever curse that discovery…
Merely a few feet away, Uraraka lied motionless over a broad patch of her own bloody fluids.
Her face, completely expressionless, was pointed to the sky. Unblinking, opaque eyes hopelessly starting at the heavens above, surrounded by traces of dry tears. Her lips were slightly parted, seeking a gasp of air that just remained beyond reach.
"̵S̶o̶me̷b̷o̶d̴y̵!̵̶A̴n̷yo̵n̵e,̶p̴l̴e̴a̴s̷e̶!̵"̷
Yet, Kyoka failed to notice the most gruesome detail at the beginning.
After doing so, she went white as snow…
There was a hole in the middle of Uraraka's chest, where her gleeful heart should have been.
An ample cavity encircled with mangled flesh, gristle and bone. Broken ribs projected outwards, being reminiscent of rose thorns. Through it, it was possible to see the concrete on the other side. A twisted telescope peering into the depths of hell.
"Uraraka…" Kyoka trailed off unconsciously, while she looked at the corpse of her bubbly classmate.
It mimicked a scene from a horror movie.
But alas, it wasn't fiction.
The billowing smoke engulfing the village. The extreme soreness consuming her muscles, and the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.
It was real. All of it…
"Uraraka!" Kyoka desperately called again, then began dragging her knees in direction to the remains of her friend.
"Jiro!"
Upon hearing her name, she stopped, right before reaching Uraraka's body.
Glancing over her shoulder, she immediately found the unfortunate soul that cried for her help.
"Mineta!?"
A harrowing image greeted her.
Beneath a pile of steel that barely resembled a car, Mineta lied prone on the ground. Everything below his waist was obscured under the battered vehicle imprisoning him. Tears blended with the blood dripping from his mouth.
"Jiro!" he yelled anew, fruitlessly trying to claw his way out of his predicament. "Help, please!"
For one second, Kyoka stared blankly at him, not really knowing what to do. Nevertheless, the necessity of action surpassed all her doubts, so she leaped back to her feet, and ran towards Mineta.
Once there, he looked up to her with wide, glassy eyes.
"I'm stuck. I-… I can't feel my legs…"
Kyoka silently studied the wreckage. Firstly, she pressed her good shoulder against the upside-down car, dug her boots on the ground as best as she could, and started pushing, hoping she could free Mineta.
It didn't move an inch…
Thusly, she ceased, retracing a step to consider a different option.
Her vision quickly scanned the wasteland around them, spotting only debris, smoke, and flames.
She couldn't employ her quirk, or even her own strength, to carry out the rescue.
Humanity didn't possess supernatural gifts or fancy tools in the dawn of time. Some creativity would be necessary in this dire situation.
"I need something to use as a lever." Kyoka said earnestly, spinning on her heel.
"Wait!" Mineta suddenly shouted, making her freeze. On cue, she glanced at him with growing concern.
"Stay here, please…" he said, his voice low, cracking more and more after every word. "I-I don't want to be alone… I don't want to die…"
Lingering immobile, Kyoka blinked, then gulped, gripping the fabric of her shirt.
Her sight was set upon Mineta. Tears shimmered in his eyes. His pupils broadened, and his lip quivered almost spasmodically.
On this occasion, his emotions weren't hyperbolic, or generated from a stupid plan of his gone awry.
At this moment, Kyoka saw genuine fear taking over Mineta.
'Friend' wasn't the term she would use to describe the purple midget. But she'd be damned if she ignored a fretful soul in harm's way.
Also, she didn't want additional deaths filling the graveyard of her conscience.
"You're not going to!" Kyoka finally responded, kneeling beside Mineta. "Let me-"
However, before she could finish that thought, an unexpected touch, an unwanted pressure hit her chest.
Which resulted to be Mineta's hand brusquely pressing onto her bosom.
During a single second, Kyoka went from bewilderment to unbridled anger. The shady maneuver knocked her down, and she clumsily landed on her rear.
'Did he seriously pick this moment to perv on me!?'
"Mineta, what the he-!"
Again, her line of thinking was cut off, while a speeding blur abruptly passed ahead her. A raging breeze ensued, ruffling her hair. Later on, shattering steel roared deafeningly.
Astonished, motionless, Kyoka steadily gazed towards the havoc that just unfolded.
Another car joined the malformed pile in the vicinity. As if the vehicle somehow had gained sentience, and decided to smash itself into the others.
Therefore, Minoru Mineta met his doom, amidst shrieks of metal and whimpers of pain.
Or so it seemed for Kyoka, judging by the scarlet pool forming underneath the crash site.
'He-… He pushed me out of the way…'
Subsequently, a sharp tremor shook the entire town. A thunder followed, bringing along a twisted, looming shadow.
Kyoka turned instantly, her eyes peeling, once she came face to face with the one who fervently sought their destruction.
In front of her, Doomsday stood alive and well, without a scratch on his gargantuan figure.
Yet, she noticed something different about him.
From the bony protrusions atop his right hand, a lengthened spike emerged. The elongated claw should've been, at the very least, two feet in length, and it was coated with blood.
"H-How are you still standing?…" she muttered, her teeth chattering throughout the whole question. "Why are you still alive!?"
In the past, Kyoka had been afraid of many things.
Conventional objects, abstract concepts, and worrisome situations unnerved her since she was little.
Nevertheless, she survived various attacks from villains as a student of U.A. Plus, she proved her worth during her internship on Death Arms' agency.
But this time, she understood the implications of uncertainty.
Upon encountering a being that was beyond conventional power.
Today, Kyoka Jiro learned the true meaning of fear…
"… What are you?…"
No response came from the grey behemoth, not even an animalistic growl of rage. Just a silent glare boring onto her very soul.
Regardless, the fight-or-flight impulse in her system managed to overcome her bottomless fright.
Kyoka chose to fight.
Hurriedly, she got up, retracing a few steps, creating some distance between herself and the stone colossus.
When she reached a safer spot, she crouched again.
Everything else became a matter of instinct.
Her jacks immediately went into her boot. The shock from their failure still stirred her heart-rate, and she would use it to make that monster pay…
Thus came forth a sonic blast. A cyclonic wave which engulfed all within its ample range. The intangible, distorting force further fractured the ground. It also cracked the distant windows that miraculously survived the previous battles.
Kyoka herself could barely handle the recoil of her own quirk. She was far past her limit. Each vibration felt like getting hit by a sledgehammer in the back of the head.
Although, she endured it.
It was her desperation given form, a monument to her numerous defeats. And she would drop that monument upon her foe, with the combined force of her friends, as well as the people they were fighting for.
Consequently, the horror mightily struck her after noticing that, despite being trapped amidst the ultrasonic discharge, Doomsday remained immobile, unbothered, not struggling to resist her attack…
Kyoka's blood chilled inside her veins. Her eyebrows raised and her pupils dilated, in sight of the unsightly beast steadily moving through the wave.
Inadvertently, she unplugged her jacks from her boot, ceasing her assault. The distorting discharge swiftly disappeared, but the asphalt kept quaking, with increasing haste while the growling berserker grew closer.
She couldn't move, her legs felt as shackled to the concrete below. She couldn't do anything aside from shivering in ever-growing dread.
Then, fate took a favorable turn…
When the air unexpectedly started feeling warmer. A flash of light suddenly impacted Doomsday from behind.
The mysterious projectile fragmented into swirling flames, flickering embers prior to vanishing completely.
Shortly later, Doomsday stopped his advance and spun towards the source of the offense.
Instinctively, Kyoka did the same, encountering a literal hell on Earth.
'Fire…'
Bright, searing fire spreading all over the ruined avenue. Decaying buildings, fallen lamp-posts and dented vehicles were set ablaze in seconds. A fiery wall severed the connection with the rest of the city.
Even through the infernal heat and the blackened fume obscuring the sky, Kyoka spotted the heart of the firestorm.
The flame barrier split, making way for Todoroki's silhouette that slowly abandoned the blaze, like a phoenix rising from its ashes.
"We are not done yet…" he spoke, his words as cold as the ice he would summon. "… 'Doomsday'… You will burn!"
Doomsday made a threat of his own, slamming his fist on the ground, cracking it with frightening ease.
Then, the grey colossus lunged onwards, accepting Todoroki's challenge. Endeavor's son responded by simply waving his arm, conjuring more flames.
"T-Todoroki!" Kyoka abruptly called out, finally finding the strength to move.
"Jiro! Don't move, we got this!"
Following the beckoning, she saw Sero and Shoji again, running past her, heading to the imminent danger ahead.
"W-Wait!" she exclaimed afresh.
Nevertheless, she felt a sudden hold around her waist. A warm, almost moist sensation surrounding her torso.
Before she could question it, a brusque pull removed her from the spot.
Rapidly, she was reeled away.
For a fleeting moment, the world dissolved into fast-traveling blurs of various colors. However, stability came to her soon.
She recognized a demolished store in front of her, and the fissured sidewalk beneath her.
Later on, by her side, she located Momo and Tsuyu. Both of them seemed dreadfully weary, bloodied, battle-scarred…
"T-Tsuyu?! Momo!?" Kyoka yelled in surprise.
"Did you see that?" Tsuyu asked her calmly, fixing her sight onwards, beyond the battered car concealing them.
"What?"
"Look at his ears." Momo added, also looking forth.
Becoming inquisitive, Kyoka spun and peeked above their hideout, setting her vision on the fight taking place only a few meters ahead.
Though it was difficult, she followed the instruction of her friends. She focused on the silver behemoth, who frantically flailed his long-clawed arms to strike her other classmates that, luckily, dodged the attacks.
Then, for one second, Kyoka observed what she intended. Where there should be an ear, there were osseous protrusions covering it, seemingly forming a protective shell.
"They're… covered in bone?"
"That wasn't there before," Tsuyu chimed in. "He just grew it out while you were attacking him."
Kyoka blinked dumbfounded, turning to her again. "S-So that means-"
"He adapted to resist your soundwaves," Momo interrupted her. "That must be his quirk. Which means that, not only we have to defeat him, but we must do so before he becomes immune to all of our quirks."
"Makes you think, doesn't it?" Tsuyu resumed. "The things he must've gone through to reach his current state. Ribbit."
Gulping, Kyoka wrapped her hand around her throat. As if she needed more embers to fuel her nightmares for the years to come.
They were running out of options. Even if they succeeded with the evacuation, help from outside would still take more time to arrive. Could they survive until then?
"He-" Kyoka suddenly squeaked out, forcing herself to speak. "He must have other weaknesses, right?"
"If he does," Tsuyu answered solemnly. "We may not live long enough to find them, ribbit."
"No matter," Momo added. "We're the only ones who can fend off that monster. And now that all civilians are out of harm's way, we'll have to buy time until someone answers the S.O.S."
"But what do we do?"
"We fight," there was a flash, a glimmer of light between Momo's hands that quickly took a sharpened form, hardened into a sword. "Until he drops, or we do… Stay here, Jiro."
"What!?" Kyoka exclaimed, her lips drawing back in a snarl.
"You were our last line of defense. Now that he's able to resist your quirk, I-… I don't want to risk any more lives if it's not necessary…"
"So I'm just supposed to twiddle my thumbs here while Doomsday tears you all apart!?"
Momo fell silent after that, then bit her lower lip anxiously.
"I-… No. Sorry, you're right," she soon resumed. "I guess I can't ask you to stay put after everything we've gone through. Students or not, we're still heroes, and this is what we do… Here, take this."
A second flash manifested in her palm, which swiftly became another sword that she extended towards Kyoka.
"I don't have much left in me to create anything else, so please make it count."
Kyoka's brows knitted. With an earnest look, she gave Momo a tight-lipped nod, taking the sword in her hand.
"Whatever happens next," Momo placed herself between Kyoka and Tsuyu. "I just want you to know that… It was an honor to be your classmate, your friend, and I can't think of a better way to leave this world than fighting beside my friends…"
"R-Ribbit…" Tsuyu stammered teary-eyed.
Kyoka, too, wanted to cry. Yet, an abrupt tremor prevented her from doing so. It shook their hiding place, it made the girls center their complete attention on the current situation.
A thunderous howl of metal bending resounded, which was quickly followed by a wet, noisy 'squelch'.
At unison, the three students glanced towards the origin of the commotion. Like rain droplets, a few crimson gouts splashed their fast-paling faces.
They froze, gasped, and stared in utter bewilderment at the hellish arrival.
The upper part of the car hiding them was crushed. Upon its bent roof, Mezo Shoji lied on his back. Beneath his barely-living body formed a bloody cascade. His whole being was drenched in vermillion gore, oozing from his numerous, deep cuts.
One of his limbs, an arm, was projected outwards. They could see his bloodied fingertips twitching with remains of fight within them.
"Sh-Shoji…? No… No!"
But the most disturbing image came with his head hanging upside-down from the edge. Streaks of red and pink bits slid across his face, while his left eye dangled out of its socket like a pendulum.
"Oh, dear God-!"
For Kyoka, it was too much. The vision, the stench. It burned her nostrils, stirred her gut and mangled her mind.
A salty flavor suddenly built in her mouth.
She averted her gaze and looked down to the concrete. Her stomach churned, then her breakfast rapidly ascended to the back of her throat, inflating her cheeks.
However, she managed to keep it together, and firmly closed her jaw, swallowing it again…
She fell silent once more, remaining motionless as she unwittingly drooled over her sword pressed to the ground.
"Jiro! Are you alright!?"
Weakly, Kyoka glanced over her shoulder to a concerned Momo standing behind her.
"Yeah," she responded lowly, wiping the slick saliva off her lips with her jacket. "I'm good… I'm good…"
She lifted one leg from the soil and stood up.
"Shoji is gone!" Momo said loudly, almost shouting. She scrunched up her face and clenched her free hand into a fist. "Let's make sure his sacrifice wasn't in vain…"
"Let's go!"
Tsuyu leaped forward, taking the front decisively. Momo and Kyoka went around the blood-soaked car, following the lead of their amphibian friend.
Even so, by that point there was nothing left to be done. The strike had already been dealt. They could only witness the aftermath.
Abandoning their hideout only led them to another defeat…
A swing.
Doomsday needed nothing more to finish Shoto Todoroki and Hanta Sero, as they stood side by side.
A wide, horizontal slash of his lengthened claw, which cut their necks like a hot knife slicing through butter.
Their heads, at unison, rose high in the air, being propelled by gallons of blood spurting out from their joint, akin to an open fire hose let loose.
Whereas their decapitated bodies stood motionless for a few seconds before tumbling down onto the asphalt.
Sero's head ascended beyond the scope of sight, alighting in an area beyond reach.
And the head of Endeavor's son met the ground near the girls shortly later. It hit the concrete with a 'plop', then continued rolling until it reached Momo's feet.
Facing up, eyes still darting back and forth, lips still moving to speak.
"T-Todoroki…?" Momo looked over Todoroki's remains. She started shivering, her expression contorting into a sorrowful grimace.
She tightened her jaw, and a vein popped out of her forehead.
"Momo…?"
"You… Damn you, Doomsday!"
Momo let out a fierce shout of anger and sorrow. She gripped her sword between her two hands, storming forward.
"Momo, wait!" Kyoka blanched, her eyes broadening in utter fright.
It was happening all over again.
A sudden outburst of hatred puppeteering them into a mindless fit, mimicking lambs rushing to the slaughterhouse. That same rageful impulse got Kirishima killed and took away one of her arms.
She couldn't blame Momo for her reaction, especially knowing how much Todoroki meant to her. Though she would never forgive herself if she allowed her closest friend to be killed so needlessly.
So Kyoka and Tsuyu went after her, at least to ensure that Momo didn't charge into battle alone.
Nonetheless, her defiant war-cry accomplished the goal of earning Doomsday's notice. The stone goliath glared at the three girls hastily approaching him.
He stepped forward, extending his arms and bringing his enormous hands together in a ground-shattering thunderclap.
The atmosphere trembled. Rubble bounced onto the air, and the surrounding flames were quelled by the fast-expanding shockwave that ensued.
"W-Whoah-!" hence, Kyoka and company were hit by the invisible wave. Quickly, effortlessly, she was disconnected from the concrete.
The world around her distorted, various shapes and colors swirled across her visual field, filling her sight with everything and nothing in particular.
Tempestuous winds kept her above the land. It was disorientating, to the point where her only weapon escaped her grasp during the kerfuffle.
For better or worse, the chaotic juggle trapping her didn't last long, and gravity took a hold of her once more.
Upon landing, a loud crunch sounded.
Kyoka heard it first, then she felt it. Her spine cracking as she collided with a hard, cool surface.
Oddly enough, she found herself in a sitting position. Her legs stretched over the asphalt while her back rested against the door of an abandoned car.
Yet, her spatial awareness couldn't go further, since her ears were drumming achingly. Hollow echoes seized her hearing, and her head felt like a thermometer about to explode.
Regardless, her string of bad luck wasn't finished…
The sound of wood splitting under pressure reached her. With it came a long utility pole tumbling down over her.
"Argh!" Kyoka's eyes broadened while tremendous agony spiked within her, being caused by the wooden beam dropping upon her lap, squishing her thighs.
Its weight wasn't too great, just enough to keep her pinned against the asphalt, immobilizing her completely.
Subsequently, she inhaled profoundly, but not all the oxygen entered her lungs. The mere action of respiring hurt immensely…
Immediately, she pressed her palm on the pole and attempted to push it off of her. She scowled, baring her teeth as she devoted what little energy she had left into the task at hand.
But merely a moment later, she stopped her efforts, exhaling the breath she was unconsciously holding.
She knew that, even in optimal conditions, she simply didn't have the strength to move that pole by herself, Much less now that she had fought tooth and nail since the morning, without being allowed proper rest or a decent meal.
After letting her wonky senses adjust, Kyoka looked up, wincing, surveying the eerily-tranquil scenario from her limiting position.
When the ripple effect dissipated, nothing remained.
Everything inside the impact zone was scoured clean. The blast of air resulted to be so powerful, that it rivaled the might of hurricanes, and put her strongest soundwave to shame.
The avenue was cleared, all the flames were extinguished, just leaving behind traces of dark fume. Neither cars nor rubble remained in the point of origin. Instead, the wreckage found shelter outside its circumference.
Momo and Tsuyu were nowhere to be seen either.
It was as if the street had been cleaned for a combat demonstration.
Combat…
A vicious game of fear. An unending battle.
Kyoka was quickly reminded of it.
Once she saw the brawny, spiky shadow walking through a thick smokescreen at the center of the avenue, heading towards her…
Doomsday honored the name they had given him. The devil incarnate, preparing to erase their existence.
Slowly, the grey goliath neared her. His sharpened claws were present in both of his arms.
For an icy, spine-chilling second, Kyoka's vision encountered Doomsday's. It made her chest tighten with anxiety.
Red-glowing eyes ripping her soul apart before he could do the same with her body.
Anew, she tried pushing the wooden pole off of her. Her muscles burned, her head ached extraordinarily, and her breath hastened to the speed of hyperventilation.
Nonetheless, the massive mast didn't budge in the slightest.
And by the time she realized, the malformed shadow of the stone colossus was upon her…
Every motion of her body ceased in that instant, as if expecting that lack of movement would somehow make her invisible.
Because she knew what awaited next.
Death.
She would witness true horror. Only divine intervention could save her now.
So such was granted to her…
As a verdant figure suddenly emerged from behind, striking Doomsday like an arrow of might, forcing him to withdraw.
With unrivaled shock, Kyoka looked doe-eyed at her savior gallantly alighting beside her, who turned out to be her amphibian classmate, arriving in her time of most need.
"T-Tsuyu!?"
"Stay away from my friends!"
With a hardened expression, Tsuyu leaped forth again, stretching one leg onwards, aiming to strike Doomsday anew while he remained staggered.
But as she flied to deliver a second kick, the silver goliath delivered a counterattack of his own.
"No!"
A wide swing of his long-clawed arm. Sharpened bone cut through the air, then cloth, and then flesh…
A crimson cascade gushed out when Doomsday's claw slashed Tsuyu's midriff.
Her lower half went in a different direction from everything above her waist, her insides spilling across the surroundings. Pinkish, gleaming tendrils meandering on the asphalt. Dark reds, deep maroons of spongy tissue strewn all over the sidewalk. Detached organs coated in gleaming mucus, still twitching, still alive…
Eventually, both halves of Tsuyu Asui hit the ground with a loud, wet 'squelch', so only the stone colossus remained standing.
Some of her entrails ended up drenching him, showering him in a wicked splash of blood and guts. With evident curiosity, Doomsday looked upon himself.
He stared deeply at the familiar red liquid covering his body, also focusing on the amphibian girl's intestines dangling from his neck like cheap jewelry.
Shortly later, he opened his mouth, and exhaled a low, blood-curling sound, though Kyoka managed to hear it clearly.
"Hah… Ha ha haaa… HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!"
A booming horselaugh traversed the wind, echoing throughout the whole town.
Rage soared within Kyoka. Her eyes peeled sharply, her jaw clenched until her teeth bled, and the void puncturing her gut only became stronger.
Following a series of strenuous trials from their experiences at U.A., she and her classmates had finally reached the goal of acting as real heroes for a community in need.
And when those people were threatened, every single one of them rose up to the challenge.
Her friends, who were some of the strongest and noblest warriors she had ever known, fought unflinchingly, unrelentingly. They gave everything and more to protect the innocents.
And they fell like any hero should, in the battlefield, defending the defenseless.
'And he is laughing?!'
However, his noisy mockery was ultimately short-lived, after a fast-traveling shade powerfully struck Doomsday's face.
"Let's go, Dark Shadow!"
Ensuing that, Kyoka's mindless hate cooled down. It didn't take long for her to recognize Tokoyami's figure, along his quirk companion rapidly emerging from her right flank.
Soon, Iida and Sato joined him in the charge against the grey behemoth, who promptly engaged them in battle.
"Jiro!"
Answering the call, she turned to her left, finding a distressed Momo crouched beside her.
"Are you alright? Can you move?" she asked softly.
"I-I can't move this fucking thing!" Kyoka hastily answered, attempting again to worm her legs out of the pole pining her down.
"Here, let's do it together," Momo moved her hands towards the underside of the wooden mast. Kyoka imitated the gesture and placed her palm on the same spot, steeling her muscles to assist.
"On my mark, one! Two! Thr-"
"Watch out!"
Subsequently, both girls froze. Momo spun and Kyoka gazed forward.
They were given only one second, but it was plenty of time to assess the situation, and deem it a lost cause.
There was a blur flying rapidly in their direction. Perhaps the detached door of a car, or a manhole cover.
Whatever it could be, the speeding, volant projectile fiercely impacted them.
Then, darkness and pain followed…
"Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder" (P.T.S.D.) is a disorder that develops in people who have experienced a shocking, scary or dangerous event. It's commonly manifested through flashbacks, nightmares, and extreme anxiety even when the patient is not in danger.
Children and teenagers are also susceptible to P.T.S.D.
If Katsuma, Mahoro, and the students of Class 1-A had survived Doomsday's rampage, they surely would have suffered P.T.S.D. for the rest of their lives.