Alternate ending to the USJ incident.
WARNING this chapter includes character death, shock and mild core.
2 : And From The Sky Do Pass Their Judgement
"Try to keep up," she glances at Bakugou before she shoots, and pushes them out the window. Wind whips around them, tearing at her hair and she hears Bakugou swear and the sound of explosions erupting behind them.
When she looks back he's only doing short bursts, exploding and then landing before taking off again.
They land on a roof top before she picks another point, shoots, and they swing off again.
They need to move faster.
They need to get back.
And they do, the group of them bursting out of their dome and into the plaza just in time to see Nomu bat Aizawa away from Shigaraki. Their teacher goes skipping like a stone across the hard ground.
Suzume looks frantically towards the front door. Where are the other teachers? They had to have gotten her text message. They have to!
The massive, grotesque creature takes hold of Aizawa's already battered arm and starts to squeeze.
Suzume doesn't think. She lifts her grappling gun and shoots.
It spears straight through one of the Nomu's eyes.
The scream that rips from its beak will haunt her nightmares for years to come. Blood spurts around the point, and it only increases when the hook deploys itself inside of its head. Suzume doesn't have the presence of mind to let go when it pulls her forwards, dragging her towards the flailing beast.
Shit!
Thinking fast, she lets it yank her forwards and swings her weight low to catch hold of Aizawa before she finally let's go, and the momentum carries the pair of them away from flailing limbs and screaming.
They tumble to the ground, Aizawa bleeding badly with his arm twisted wrong and Suzume scrambling to crouch above him.
"Damn it," he groans beneath her. "Kid, you need to-"
"If you tell me to run, I swear to god I'll-"
"Now that," a voice hisses, cutting through them, "Was pretty brutal. Are you sure you're a hero, little girl?"
Suzume lifts her head to see Tomura Shigaraki looming over them. His hands twitch, his fingers curling and uncurling.
She lifts the grappling gun and shoots without thinking.
Two things happen at once. Kurogiri rushes to act and protect Tomura. The Nomu does the same, and a huge hand flashes across Suzume's vision as a black cloud washes over her.
Everything is cold, col, cold and she tumbled out onto a rooftop. A huge figure goes crashing by her and over the ledge.
Breathless, her heart beating drums against her ribs, she stumbled towards the roof. Someone flies at her, a knife in hand, and it's instinct alone that lets her catch that wrist, break it, take the knife and stamp on the persons hell until their foot cracks and break.
The villain screams, and rolls away in pain.
Suzume stalks towards the roofs' edge with the knife in hand. The Nomu is on the ground, dragging itself back to its full height. Unharmed, grotesque, and ready to kill her and her teacher.
It's stupid.
It's suicidal.
Suzume jumps from the roof, knife in hand, and plummets onto the Nomu's shoulder. She slams the knife down with all the force of her weight and the jump, expecting it to break, expecting resistance.
It's like punching a bowl of water wiggler toys. There's a sensation of tearing, a pop, and brain and blood squirt sloppily around her hands and all over her chest, face, legs-
Everything.
She falls over the Nomu's broad, statuesque shoulders.
Suzume scrambles to her feet, prepared to run or fight or something.
But the Nomus isn't moving.
It's not just not moving.
It's not breathing.
It's.
Dead.
Suzume has never killed anyone before. Never. Not in this life or the last.
She can no longer claim that.
For before her towers a corpse.
It's probably a bad sign that she doesn't feel bad about what she did.
Only.
Mildly concerned with what the consequences are going to be.
Not that there will be any consequences if she doesn't gets caught, mind you, but still. The clean up will be.
Messy.
She also doesn't have a lot of resources at her disposal right now. No Cleaning crew, no HF, not even a vat of industrial bleach.
If I go running to Shigaraki and ask nicely, I wonder if he'll destroy the evidence for me…
She nearly laughs at her own stupid idea.
Right. Tomura fucking Shigaraki is going to help her hide evidence of a murder.
Her murder.
The one she committed.
On accident.
And it really was an accident, just like it was an accident that the freaky bird Nomu thing got teleported with her when she tried to shoot Tomura's face in.
It was just, when she jumped off the building and stabbed the thing through the head, she thought it would regenerate! Or block her! Or something!
Not stand there and.
Die.
Suzume tilts her head to the right.
Does it count as being dead if it was a reanimated corpse to begin with? Not even a well read one like Frankenstiens monster.
Just a corpse.
A dead person that she killed again.
She killed-
Suzume turns to a conveniently places trashcan in the fiery hellscape of the USJ's rescue facility and vomits.
The disconnected part of her brain keeps considering what to do as she frantically heaves up everything she'd eaten in the last month.
The Nomu had been attacking them. It could be classified as self defense. Or even an accident. She didn't know that the knife being jammed into the thing's brain would actually kill it, not after it healed from losing whole limbs. She didn't know that the brain would squish and spill all over the place like spaghetti-
Her stomach threatened to come up with everything else at the thought of spaghetti. Fuck.
She had fallen on the thing like a feral cat from the rooftop, delivering the killing blow like some avenging angel come from on high.
Except cats didn't care when they killed something, and angels probably didn't puke their guts out either.
Suzume can't find it in her to try to find the source of the constantly burning flames, and use it on the corpse still standing like a dimented statue in the street. She can't figure out how to move her limbs so she can leave and let someone else pick up the blame. The knife hadn't been hers after all.
All she can do is cling to the trash can, and wait until someone comes and finds her.
A huge, broad, hulking figure blots out the light, and a voice finds her.
"Oh, dear girl," says All Might in a voice of horror and pity .
She wants to stab him next.
Instead, she throws up on his stupid shoes.
