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Chapter 4 Overhaul

Within the holding center, it has been quiet for a few days – the constant flow of escapees that were getting brought in had come to a halt at the calm before the storm. Every hand was on deck in preparation for the anticipated war, all authorities were dispatched to U.A. as well as the holding locations of Kurogiri and Machia. The villains will attack on different fronts and with the dwindling numbers of hero and police personnel, their main focus had to be the threats that were still outside rather the ones in their holding cells.

The sole officer that guarded the facility was rattled from his seated position as massive cracks rumbled throughout the floor. The officer pulled out his weapon as the prisoners started to get rowdy. An earthquake? He cautiously went back to the holding cells to assess damage and to ensure prisoners were safe from anything that might have collapsed. In the distance he could hear screaming and wailing, he clenched his gun tighter as another shockwave rustled through the whole building, cracks appeared throughout the whole facility.

Up ahead a hysterical voice echoed, "No…Why couldn't I have done this sooner?! T—they aren't reconstructing!" Another scream rang out as another wave rattled the holding cells as the floors and walls cracked.

The officer scanned the closest holding cells indicating the wails were coming from prisoners. Within the cells, the prisoners were drowning in their own blood with multiple concrete spikes that had impaled them. He halted his move to grab the keys, noticing the prisoners had already died.

The cop went further down the hall where the pained screaming was heard, concerned there were more inmates dying. He approached the cell where the screaming came from, his eyes focused on the man that was on the floor. It was too difficult to pinpoint where the man was injured by the number of spikes that sprawled out of the cell. The officer reached for his radio to call in for back up, he grunted in pain as spikes impaled his chest and arms through the door. He gasped in labored breaths as he attempted to dislodge himself from the spikes, his eyes widened seeing movement from the door window as gold eyes stared back at him.

"Hey primate, I got some questions for you." Overhaul remarked, he kicked the door deconstructing the metal entirely and sent the police officer to the other wall.

Overhaul breathed heavily; it caught him by surprise when his feet started to overhaul the holding cell – nearly out of control as it sporadically lashed out in every direction. Within his moment of control, he attempted to reconstruct his arms, but to no avail. He gritted his teeth, slamming a foot in the ground erupting pillars of concrete around his past injuries and snapping them off to create extended appendages.

The gorilla cop attempted to move his arms, but the ligaments were torn from the initial hit. He had debriefed himself with each person within the holding cells, and nothing had prepared him from a quirk awakening.

Overhaul pivoted his foot slightly, impaling the cop with larger spikes, suspending the officer off the ground. The cop groaned as gravity worked against his injuries as blood trickled down the spikes that sliced through him. Gold eyes studied the handiwork, "I'm sure I can manage in reconstructing you, so don't expect I would willingly let you die without giving me the information I want."

The cop gasped, a wave of dizziness shot through him from the pain and loss of blood. "I d—."

"Don't give me that crap. You authorities make it your job to know your captives." Overhaul remarked, twisting his foot on the ground and the spikes deconstructed, slamming the officer to the jarred floor. "You're going to talk like your life depends on it – because it does." Overhaul took steady breaths, already feeling the lack of practice wearing him down.

Grunting, the cop remarked, "W—what makes you think…" He inhaled a labored breath before he continued, "I will know what you want or talk?"

The defiance from the primate had sparked a raging ember within the Yakuza. The old dark desire to destroy and make lesser people kneel to submission had rekindled in his nature, "You will be begging for death's release once I'm through with you…"

A ragged gasp escaped the cop's lips as he was impaled once again, his body felt numb and tingly as the feeling in his limbs started to die from the lack of blood flow. Is this how I go out?

Overhaul studied the defiant cop, noticing the light had started to fade from the eyes as blood seeped across the floor. Time to test out my capabilities… He slammed his foot into the cop's chest deconstructing the primate fully to only reconstruct him from injury.

Screaming with a mixture of pain and relief, the cop skidded across the bloodied floor from the initial kick that destroyed and repaired him. I – I'm alive?!

"I wonder how long it will take until you become broken to no return? It varies, the mind can only take so much construction…" Slight gleaming gold eyes stared down the cop that was regaining his bearings. He pushed through the exhaustion, figuring he can burn himself out after he gets all the information he needed to continue his goal.

The cop clenched his jaw staring back at the slowly reviving glow from the once dull and emotionless eyes. "I won't cave in."

"They always say that in the beginning." Overhaul remarked slamming a foot into the cop's shoulder, destroying the man's arm to only create more screams and more blood to coat the walls and floor. "When I was first captured… the old man that was in a coma, which hospital was he sent to?"

"I don't –."

Overhaul slammed his foot across the cop's face exploding the other's skull. The Yakuza breathed heavily feeling himself get drained by the consistent flow of overhaul trickling through his feet as he attempted to cancel it from freely releasing to save his energy. He cursed quickly just before the officer was reconstructed. He bellowed, "Don't fucking tell me you don't know! Search your damned database!"

The floor shifted, throwing the cop towards the desk. Overhaul sat on the desk, lifting his feet off the ground to give himself a break from using his quirk. He kept the sharp extended concrete appendage on the cop's throat as he entered into the system, "If you try to alert anyone, I will poke a hole in your neck and watch you bleed to death slowly."

His gold eyes watched as the cop went into his criminal record of his initial capture with detailed reports of detained members of the Shie Hassaikai. Overhaul narrowed his eyes noticing an updated note that Pops had been transported to Central Hospital.

"Why was he recently transferred?" Overhaul asked.

The cop stayed silent, the Yakuza threateningly dug the sharp end of concrete that was attached to his arm to the cop's throat. The officer cringed as a trickle of blood ran down his neck as the pressure deepened the cut, "Due to the upcoming war, the critical patients were all moved to Central Hospital for better security in case there was an attack. We couldn't safeguard all the hospitals."

Slacking in their ability, they had to minimize ground to cover… Overhaul remarked, "And what of the kid? Where did Eri go to?"

The cop held his ground, he will not endanger a child, "No."

Overhaul sliced through the cop's neck. The officer clutched onto his neck as blood streamed down his front, his eyes bulged as he attempted to get air through his lungs to only be met with fluid.

"You don't get to deny my questions." Overhaul remarked glowering towards the cop as the man fell back from the desk and onto the floor in a puddle of his own blood with liquid gasps that attempted to breath.

Overhaul inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, attempting to calm his temper in order to get answers quickly. He had expected from circumstances that the girl was taken into social services and would be held up in some orphanage. Gold eyes opened once again as the officer lost his fight to suffocation.

Red stained the floor by the number of times the officer was overhauled, the cop's eyes were growing more haunted with each revival – having to relive of being at arm's length of obtaining a tranquil afterlife to only be dragged back to this hell. The cop sobbed, wanting to spare a child from having to reenter her nightmare – but he couldn't take it anymore, it was too much.

"S—she was taken in by Erasure Head, she would be in the underground bunker for U.A. with the rest of the civilians. Just please – make it s—stop." The officer begged.

Overhaul froze, Heroes took her in? He stared towards the wall contemplating, With her quirk, they couldn't just let her go unsupervised. Overhaul ignored the heavy panicked breaths of the cop as the man took the Yakuza's lack of response as terrifying. Gold eyes snapped to the officer as the man bolted towards the door, "No you don't." The exit reconstructed itself as concrete blocked all exits from a mere foot brushing against the floor. "I want to know everything about the bunker. Once I'm satisfied with all the information, I will seize the pain…"


Overhaul zoned out, he stayed where he sat for a long moment– recuperating to give himself a break from using his quirk and to allow his mind to wander onto what his next move should be. Before him, the police holding center was constructed into a labyrinth of concrete shards and blood. The structure had finally given out on itself as it collapsed, adding yet another addition to the ruins of this once thriving city.

I need to get to her, she can turn back Pops – Overhaul closed his eyes, taking a shaky breath. I can't risk it with my quirk acting sporadic. He didn't trust the lack of control he had over his quirk from his feet – it would take precision to reconstruct Pops' brain. He gritted his teeth, remembering the girl's quirk, how dangerous it can be. I can stop her if she starts to turn back Pops' time too much… both scenarios are risky, but hers can be more controlled. He opened his eyes once again, staring at the ruins – it was silent, the citizens have moved on to shelters and bunkers while criminals were preparing for their next attack.

Overhaul put his feet on the ground once more, wincing slightly at the explosive use of deconstruction as the road shattered in every direction. He took another shaky breath attempting to turn it off, the shifting had minimized as he focused and urged himself to continue down the street. The road reconstructed itself to leave a pristine wake for him to step on.

The heroes were preparing for another major assault leaving citizens practically unguarded in the secured bunkers. The shelters were all closed to the public now, from their logic, the people that wanted protection had already passed their threshold – anyone else is a potential enemy.

He got all the details from the officer, going on his word to end the man's pain with a fast fatal blow. All attention would be towards the war front, the citizen holding areas are the least of the heroes' worries since they put so much faith in the security measures that were in place. The underground bunker is right underneath the school with connected tunnels – practically an underworld city. The thought of getting caught slightly crossed his mind but it was pushed aside by the need to fulfill his endeavor to fix Pops. With another shaky breath, Overhaul started his march to the school.


Eri nervously sat with other elementary children that were taken into the underground bunker with their school teachers. Earlier that day, she had to say goodbye to her many new caretakers and friends as they reassured her and the other people within the bunker that they will keep them safe. All of the people she had learned to know and get along with were all above ground to make the world safe again while she nervously waited for their return.

The bunker had recently completed its departure further into the ground and everyone waited as it halted its decline. She watched as families and friends huddled together in comfort as the movement stopped to allow the dorm buildings to stabilize once again. Everyone continued onto their sheltered routine as she was flagged down by one of the elementary teachers to continue their walk to one of the classrooms.

It was her first time being around kids her own age and who are just learning about their own quirks – it made her feel slightly more comfortable that there were others who were trying to understand themselves and their power.

After their lessons, they would all go back to their sleeping quarters. Eri went to the cafeteria alone, there were some kids that were missing parents here as well and she couldn't prevent herself from feeling sad.

She had wanted to tell them that they were in the best place they can be – but their expressions halted her from speaking. The expressions on the other kids' faces reminded her too much of when she didn't know how to smile. Seeing those expressions, she was too scared to approach them to tell them everything was all right… like she didn't have the right to say that.

Those kids lost their families, and perhaps they were once happy. She never had a family… a flash of a memory of a woman with white hair smiled down at her. Eri frowned slightly as she made it through the line to grab food, she stared off trying to recollect on the memory of giggling and soft words. She sat at a lone table contemplating at the plate before her as her mind tried to recover a lost memory.

"You're a curse!" Eri winced, remembering the soft-spoken voice of the woman become harsh, screaming at her. Pieces of memories flashed before her of the same white-haired woman with a man smiling down at her with open arms – the same man cringed in pain and disappeared right before her eyes in a chorus of pained and angst screams.

Eri frowned, another memory tugged at her through her sadness – an older man had smiled sadly down at her as he cradled her in his arms as they turned away from the screaming woman. That sad, kind smile… The slight reassurance behind that gaze. She was sure, she had a family once.

"Eri, you belong to me…" Eri jerked herself out of the past before he fully manifested in her mind. She wiped her eyes realizing she had started to cry. She shook her head; A family doesn't hurt one another. But Eri couldn't get past the old man, how he was the only person she remembered back then who gave her such a kind reassuring presence. Where were you…?


Gold eyes took in the underground safe haven, it was a pain in the ass to reconstruct a pathway down, but nonetheless here he was. He leaned back on a building as people passed by on the walkway. He wasn't anticipating how large the bunker would be – Where is she? Overhaul felt a wave of anxiety prickling through him with the minutes ticking by of being in uncharted territory. The unnerving feeling of being singled out – I need to relax; all of the powerhouse heroes are above ground… there's nothing to worry about. With so many refugees within the bunker, they couldn't know every face within… but he couldn't risk it, especially in areas that act as sleeping quarters.

Patience he was used to, and dealing with Eri would take much patience…

He started to scout out the area, gathering his bearings as to how the people were sorted here. The street lamps lit dully within the underground bunker to emphasize it being night. He purposely stayed out of the light to keep his features within the shadows. Every movement, his eyes took in to study a person that walked by. Where is she? His gold eyes caught white hair, he tsked seeing a woman instead of a child. He moved forward to where there was a consistent flow of people, coming across a cafeteria judging by the people that sat at tables in front of the windows. He scanned through the faces, getting more annoyed and anxious when he still didn't see white hair or red eyes. That primate better not have been mistaken. He circled around outside the building to make sure the whole cafeteria was in his view. His gold gaze fell on white hair, taking in her appearance – she had grown within the months. Her hair was much longer and she grew slightly taller, but he could recognize those red eyes anywhere. He stared through the window at her, There you are…


Eri shuffled her feet as she walked back to the dorms with some of the people that lived in the same building as her. Apparently, it was getting late and they felt a little girl her age shouldn't be alone. Eri didn't mind being alone, but she appreciated how some adults were thoughtful – she was still opening up about that mindset.

She walked through the dorm lobby heading towards the teacher residential area where she learned to call home with Mr. Aizawa. Eri smiled sadly at the empty living room, already missing the hero who tucked her in at night.

Eri prepared herself for bed, turning off the lights in the room to allow her star nightlight to shine a dull red. She hugged her stuffed black cat and she pulled the covers over herself. She slowly felt herself drift off to sleep, before she could go deeper into the realm of dream, a sound of glass breaking roused her.

The little girl shifted in bed sitting up slightly – noticing the sliding door in her room was broken.

"Eri." Gold eyes shined in the dull red of the nightlight. His features outlined in red from the light, as though blood was coating him, making him just as menacing as he was back then.

No... The little girl, trembled – her body ran cold by the voice and gold eyes that reawakened the same reoccurring nightmare. No please…


Their paths crossed again... Let me know what you think and thoughts on the future! See you all next time for Chapter 5 "Past Nightmare"!