You are born

Then you die.

You shit

And you piss

You are

Or you are not

There is no in between, Especially concerning heroes.

You are either a hero,

Or a villain.

Children are the cruelest of them all, they have no filter and they absorb and repeat everything their parents say.

I suppose that means when the neighborhood children found out about my quirk and went home to tell their parents about it, every single look of disgust and taunt, was just what their parents thought of my existence.

I am the biggest hypocrite there is.

My prized possession, a gift from my grandfather, an American silver dollar.

The coin does more than remind me of the only soul ever kind to me, it helps me find control my life.

The comfort it brings to me is immeasurable, every time I use it to make a decision it's like my grandfather is there guiding me.

Ironic isn't it?

I wanted to prove them wrong, I really did. But life had different plans. My parents were horrified when they learned of my quirk, they were afraid. When your own parents label you a villain, why wouldn't the rest of the world discount you as such?

I never had a chance to succeed. At home, I wore a muzzle and was admonished at every moment by my parents. They thought they were doing me a favor, "getting the villain out of me" they would say.

When my mother died, I wish I could say my father died with her.

Sadly he didn't. The beatings became more severe and frequent. I was lucky If I got fed, and I'm sure he poisoned what he did give me.

One day, a day as shit as any other, I finally had it, I dreamed of doing it, but my grandfather in heaven kept telling me to wait, every day it was always Tails till it wasn't.

That day after school, I just never returned home. Instead, I walked the streets in search of a new home.

It was a common story, but mine nonetheless. I fell in with a local gang and after they heard of my quirk I was welcomed with open arms. I suppose I became their trump card.

I traded in my school life for crime. Despite what the media may tell you it was running with a gang was a great experience.

When you come from worse than nothing anything is an improvement. The gang provided a constant source of food, shelter, guidance, and family to me. They filled the familial role, they completed me.

For the first time in my life, I didn't have to look at a stupid coin to make my decisions. I finally had control, life was what I was going to make it.

Despite earning the label of villain, I never killed or injured anyone. I very rarely encountered police or heroes either even with my crimes being so high profile.

Most of the bank robberies just involved me walking up in broad daylight to bank employees and brainwashing them. All it took was for them to respond to something I said and then they were under my control. They would then unlock the back door and drop their security key at the door and I would walk away from the scene while the boys did their work.

It all falls apart. It always does.

I was walking back to base, entering an alley devoid of life just after committing another robbery. A very familiar hand grabbed my shoulder tightly. I quickly turned around, and my stomach dropped.

The shocked face of my father greeted me.

"Hitoshi, is that you? He shakily asked.

I was practically choking on air. I couldn't seem to answer him.

My very soul shriveled up at the moment. I was paralyzed and could only squeak out a "no" in response.

"Don't lie boy." He said in a cold voice like he just now remembered how much he despised me.

He tighten his vice-like grip around me and pulled me towards himself.

He brought his head down to my ear and told me in almost a growl "You waste of oxygen, where have you been you foolish parasite of mine."

I couldn't even whimper back a reply before he continued "Ever since you ran away, the government has been harassing me about your whereabouts boy. Embarrassedly I had to report you missing or face a police investigation."

I tried my hardest to interrupt him or escape his grasp but he just never let go and continued his rant. "When we get back home, you are in for the beating of your life. Boy, you thought you could escape me. Know what? Why wait, let's start this lesson now."

A solid punch escaped my father landing square in my jaw. Then a second one that knocked out a couple of teeth. Then a third punch to the throat that must have crushed my windpipe. Finally, a punch straight to the forehead sent me sprawling onto the rough concrete. With such brutality in a few successive punches, those martial arts classes he took in college were being put to good use.

My head was spinning, my mouth full of blood and broken teeth, struggling to breathe. My coin fell out of my hand when he sent me flying and I tried to reach for it.

Seeing what I was doing he asked "Boy, Is that my father's coin?" I couldn't respond even if I wanted to.

My father then violently squashed my hand under his boot. "Fucking Retard! Know this he never loved you, he was just a lazy drunk that wanted to humor a fucking menace like you!" He yelled.

Dragging me out of my pool of blood, he stood me up perpendicular to the alley's grungy wall. He then proceeds to pull out a knife, his favorite knife from his pocket.

"Boy… let me teach you how to be a real man… just know, I hate to have to do this... I hate to hurt you like this… but as a man and more importantly your father I must set the best example." He curtly told me this all while caressing the cold steel around my throat.

Pulling back the long blade he proceeds to plunge it repeatedly messily into my abdomen. No doubt layer over the old scars. With each plunge, he twisted the blade to extort the most pain.

My vision was turning red and if didn't stop him soon I was going to die. I did the only thing I could do and activated my quirk. He quickly froze with frosted-over eyes. I needed him to stop, no I wanted him gone. With my crushed windpipe I struggled to get something anything out before my quirk stopped.

"Ha ki-kill…yourself" I croaked out.

He proceeded to robotically pull the knife to his throat and in one swift motion swiped.

Immediately he awoke from my control. Grabbing at his own throat he tried to stop the never-ending stream of blood. It wasn't going to work, he slit an artery.

We both locked eyes in this visceral moment that will haunt me till I die, and he fucking smiled.

"Hitoshi, you truly are my son" He hoarsely said.

The light if it was ever there, to begin with finally left his eyes and he sprawled onto his back. With that, I severed my only connection left to society. Shortly thereafter I fell unconscious with the blaring sirens in the background.

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A broken hand and windpipe. Extensive dental work is needed. Multiple stab wounds to the stomach and Possible concussion. Needless to say, I was exonerated from my murder and villain charge. I was still thrown the book for everything else though. With so many robberies and villain charges under my belt, the judge assured me I was still going to rot in prison for the rest of my days. He even told me they may even hang me! Just what I wanted! Seriously fuck that guy.

I wanted to prove my bullies, and my parents wrong. I became a villain just like they ordained. Was there truly no way to escape my fate?

Eventually, a path forward did present itself. A certain Rat of U.A. gave me an offer I couldn't say no to. A way to prove everyone wrong. A way to be a hero.

The coin said yes.

AN: Next chapter most likely will be on Tuesday.