So… I recently took a look at The TVTropes page and JESUS AGED CHRIST! Yo, Monstrel, thanks times a million. I know that had to have been a lot of work to do. Seriously bud, that was not needed but I'm glad you did so anyway.

Enough of the prattle, I know it's been a long time but I've been busy. So that's all you get as an explanation. Also, this arc is going to be non-stop battles with some buffers in between. As such, these chapters are going to be rather short. Are we cool with that? Good! Anyway, let's just get into the chapter, shall we?

[Death To Normality – Part 1]

Camila was… shell shocked wasn't exactly the best word to explain how she felt. Confused, terrified, and more importantly, shameful. She knew that her mija was… horribly affected by what happened to her. That much was obvious. She had become jaded and… extremely pessimistic. She began to do things that Luz used to never do. Like, For example, she went out of her way to openly announce the fact that she was more than fine with killing someone.

Of course, there were less extreme things that she has said and done, for example, prior to this drastic change, Luz used to get dicey around the idea of gratuitous exercise. That wasn't to say she was against being healthy, far from it in fact. But going out of her way to do it? Like, actively going to the gym to work out? That was something beyond foreign for Luz to do.

The idea of Luz working out was… well, it wasn't exactly uncommon. She was always a "tomboy" more than a "girlie-girl." But that didn't explain the shift in attitude. She used to be so energetic, so full of life! But now she was… almost like a husk. When she looked at Luz, Camila didn't see her daughter. She saw someone who looked like her daughter, sounded like her, and had the same likes and dislikes, but she wasn't her daughter.

That was not to say that she was disowning Luz. Far from it. Luz was the last real family that Camila had left. She would never disown Luz, because Luz was her own flesh and blood. She would stick by her side as much as she could—despite the fact that she was so ready to send her off to that camp.

The amount of guilt that racked the Noceda Matriarch was unlike any she had felt before. What happened at that camp was something that Camila could have never seen coming, Luz and Dr. Rodriquez said so. She knew that, and yet she blamed herself for sending Luz there. Luz should have never gone to that camp. If she hadn't sent Luz to that camp, then Luz would have been happier. She wouldn't have to deal with all this.

When she opened the door to the house and sighed. Taking her shoes off at the door and setting aside her purse, Camila closed the door behind her before walking into the living room. The house felt so… empty, and she had a feeling that it would become her future. Why? Because after what Luz did… well, it was clearly obvious that she wasn't coming back. She couldn't come back.

Again, it wasn't because Camila wouldn't allow Luz to come back, but it was because the neighbourhood—no, the town wouldn't let Luz come back. She knew that, Camila knew that, and that was probably why Luz announced what it was she going to do. Luz knew that there was no going back, and for that, Camila felt horrible.

"I'm going to go kill the Wittebanes…" Those words haunted her thoughts. Kill…. Luz killing someone outside of self-defence such as during The Death Camp and the front of the store was just something that she couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Her mija… killing someone in cold blood? No… her mija would never. And yet, here was the future, staring her in the face. Her daughter was going to run away, get as far away from Gravesfield as she possibly could and leave her old life behind. In the process, she would leave behind her mother, and she did so telling her of what she was going to do.

"Why…?" Camila thought, sitting down on the couch with her head in her hands. For a split second, they glowed green. She was still trying to get a hold of Repair, Luz's gift to Camila. It would be the final thing that she had of her daughter after this, at least, aside from memories and pictures. "Why my family… why did this have to happen…?" Camilia thought, tears welling up in her eyes.

Why her family? Why did it have to be her family? First Manny died of acute heart failure, her parents died in an earthquake, and then her daughter had been put through hell and back by pretty much everyone around her. She wasn't even safe from her own family, considering what Riley just did….

Why? Why did Riley…. No, there had to be a reason. That didn't mean that Camila would forgive her—no. Absolutely not. But she at least wanted closure.

"Oh, Luz… I'm so… so sorry…"

As soon as those words left Camila's mouth, she felt something rest over her shoulder, and when she looked over to her right, she saw a giant of a man. He was built like a mountain, with deep purple eyes. He had cheek-length black hair, as well as a strange mask that was connected to some sort of tank on his back via industrial bendy pipes. He wore a black vest, and a white button-down shirt, alongside a pair of leather brown pants and cowboy boots.

"Well ain't that just the sweetest ting a man can 'ear," the stranger said, making Camila scream in horror at his sudden appearance. She didn't get the chance to actually scramble away, as his whole arm transformed into a puff of purple smoke, the smoke wrapping around her neck as it began to invade her nose and mouth.

As he stood, she rose with him. The Dominican American struggled to breathe, kicking and choking on the smog as the man laughed. "Kinda sucks that Bombardier couldn't get the job done. Then again, All For One's quite the terrifying little shit. Yer daughter's quite the shit disturber, ya know?"

Camila couldn't respond, as she began to feel her body grow weak. Was she… going to die here? "Ah, I can tell from that there look in yer eye…. Ya think yer gonna die, doncha?" The way his voice oozed from that mask of his… the way it made him sound like a monster…. She was beginning to recognize his voice. And as soon as she did, a wave of despair washed over unlike any she had felt since she learned of what happened to Luz.

It was Jonah Smith. The "man" was convicted of raping and killing his wife at the age of 19. She knew a lot about him because the news wouldn't stop covering him. He was born with Giantism, but suffered no real problems from it, as a matter of fact, he thrived with it. He would've become a pro wrestler had it not been for the fact that he had committed… well, the crime that he did.

And now… that monster was in her house, staring her down. She coughed, trying to get the smoke out of her lungs, but to no avail. He laughed, before slamming her against the kitchen wall by extending his purple-smog like arm from the living room and into the kitchen. His other arm transformed, wrapping her arms together as he proceeded to drag her across the walls, breaking off cabinets and causing her an immense amount of pain.

After he was done turning her into a ragdoll, Jonah retracted his smog-like appendages before puffing into smog completely, the only thing giving him away being the tank and the mask, leaving a dazed, confused, and hurt Camila on the floor, coughing up puffs of purple smog. "W-Wha—"

Camila wasn't given much of a chance to collect herself when she was grabbed by the tufts of her hair. Her face drew up into a cringed expression, her whole body seizing up as Jonah Smith's face formed out of the purple smog.

"What? Confused? Well, I guess I can tell ya what ya want to know, seein' as yer dying here and now. Ya see da boss wants ya dead. Bombardier, or as you might know 'er as Riley, failed'em, so I gotta fulfill my end of the deal."

Camila felt her heartbreak. Riley… it all came back to Riley. She wasn't given a choice, evidently. And because Luz didn't die…

Camila smiled. "I-I'd rather die than… I've already lived a fulfilling life… the only regret I have is making my baby go to that horrid camp…." It was the truth, and as corny as it was, that was how she felt. Sure, she would die, but at least Luz would live. Live to avenge her. It wasn't at all what she truly wanted, but she knew that Luz would be able to do it.

Jonah scoffed, forming the rest of his body back together as he drew a gun, placing the barrel to Camila's forehead, pulling back the hammer, and then firing. Blood splattered the floor, and in the same amount of time that it took for Jonah to blink, Camila was killed.

"Sappy shit… I fuckin' hate it," Jonah grumbled, holstering his revolver. Placing a finger to his earpiece, he cleared his throat. "It's done, hoss. Did'ja get dat help yer tryna get?"

"I did, Jonah. All For One will have a fun time dealing with that. And congratulations on a job well done. I'll have Charlie warp you out as soon as possible."

The connection was terminated, as Jonah looked down at the corpse of the woman. He scoffed, kicking the body just for the fun of it, before Charlie, using his gross warping Quirk, teleported him out of there.

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Luz had a vague idea of where it was she was going. The Wittebane Mega Church was in the southern area of Gravesfield, which from The Independent was a 3-hour walk. And while Luz was more than annoyed that she had to walk that far, she had a feeling once that human-trash Wittebane was killed she might have some semblance of normality.

Ever since she awoke to having All For One, her superpower—no… what did Shigaraki call it? A "Quirk?" It was less of a mouthful, so yeah, she'd go with that. Ever since she awoke to having All For One, her Quirk, her life had derailed.

First, it was the camp, the death of Julia, the rampage, and the aftermath of all of that. She thought that, after the camp, her life would return to some semblance of normality. But, as was obvious now, that was never going to happen. Especially with what had just happened.

However, she had someone to blame. Aside from the governor, there was one other person she could blame for her troubles. The Wittebanes. The lot of them, except for the late Julia, had a hand in all of this.

But once those bastards were done for. Once those pieces of human scum were rid of once and for all. Once she got rid of them, then and only then would she be able to be at peace.

She could go back home… she could live her life as if anyone else would. Sure, school would no longer be an option, but she could find something else to do. Maybe become an accomplished streamer? Honestly, she didn't know. What she did know was that she wouldn't rest until that waste of air was gone.

Currently, she found herself walking with her head down in the vague direction of where she needed to be. As she walked, she kept an eye out for anyone who wanted to fight. Her guard needed to be up until she got to a safe location. She wouldn't be safe until then. Well "safe" in quotations. Nothing could do any permanent damage aside from leaving scars—her healing factor was just that insane.

That being said, no matter what kind of power she had, Luz still had to have her wits about her. And that meant she had to keep her head low, her hands to herself, and blend into the crowd as much as possible.

As she walked, she glanced around her surroundings. The streets were chock-full of people walking home from school. Word hadn't gotten out yet, at least she hoped it didn't. If it did, then she might've been screwed. What little police force was left was sure to go after her once word spread. And in a small town, information like that got passed around rather quickly.

She also knew that the police weren't the only ones after her. She also knew that Wittebane had some kind of cult-group thing that was after her as well. So not only did she have to watch her back, she also had to watch her front too.

For all she knew, she could get jumped. And the last thing she wanted to deal with now was another fight. Infinite Stamina she might have thanks to Stamina Negation, but that didn't mean she had infinite patience.

Unfortunately for Luz…

"HALT, WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!"

She walked right into a trap… because of course, she had. And, as she looked up, she could see that stupid Church in the distance—about an hour away, give or take.

In front of her, and as she looked over her shoulder, behind her were four police cars in total. Each with two police officers, totalling eight, and all of them were behind their doors with loaded weapons pointed at her. Luz sucked in a deep breath, straightened out her posture, and leaned her neck back as an uninterested expression drew upon her face.

"Now… I don't think I need to tell you guys how much of a dumb idea this is, do I?" Luz questioned, looking around her surroundings as the officers stayed quiet, their guns trained on the teen. Rolling her shoulders and shaking her wrists, Luz blinked, slowly, before stretching her arms out to the side, as she began to loosen by gyrating them in circles.

"The last group of police got turned into smears on the road for attempting this. So long as you don't fire your guns—any of you—you all can go home, have dinner with your families, and forget about what it is that happened today, kay?" As Luz spoke, she narrowed her eyes, her irises flashing red as she smirked. "Of course, we can also do things the fun way, but that's up to you."

The officers tensed, as Luz's eyes returned to normal. She frowned, sighing. "Look… just put the guns down. Let me go, alright? I've had a long day."

"I wouldn't listen to her, fellas!" A voice echoed through the street and after a few seconds of looking around, Luz finally found who the voice belonged to.

It was a woman. She had black hair, and orange eyes, and her demeanour was relaxed. She was wearing a dark red parka with a pink feather-like collar and cuffs. It was unzipped, revealing a blue shirt underneath. She was also wearing a white pleated skirt, black stockings, and red dress shoes. Her skin was a tad on the pasty side, and she had black-painted circles around her eyes.

The woman looked to be around 20, and as Luz narrowed her eyes, she noted that the woman had a Quirk as well if the string connecting to her forehead had anything to say about it.

The woman smirked as she sat on the edge of the roof of the bass-and-pro shop, one leg over the other with her hands spaced out behind her back. "After all, she was the one who killed all of those police officers~! Don't you think you should mete out some justice for your fallen brothers and sisters?"

That was all it took for one of the officers, their face red with anger and teeth gritted, to pull the trigger of his gun. The officers shouted for him to stop, and one of them even tackled the man to the ground. Luz, for her part, let the bullet pass through her shoulder, the wound healing in an instant.

Luz ignored the police and focused her attention on the woman atop the roof. She huffed, before hopping down from her perch. When she did, she pointed her hand out to the left of her, which was where two of the four police cars had been.

When she did, a ball of red energy built up on her palm. The ball was as big as a basketball, and when it fired off in the direction of the police cars, Luz was quick to act. Despite the cops having been the ones who gave her a lot of grief, that didn't stop her from trying to save as many lives as she could.

She wasn't a monster. She wasn't a villain. She wasn't going to be like him.

Luz was able to get in front of the police officers just in time to create a shield using Forcefield Projection, the red ball making contact with it. Upon making contact with the yellow barrier, the red orb exploded. Luz braced the explosive, but even then it wasn't enough as it sent her rocketing backward and into a store about 15 feet away from where she encountered who she chalked up to be yet another assassin.

"First it was Riley and that child… now it's this random woman. Seriously?! Just how annoying can this day get?!" Luz thought, looking around her surroundings as the dust settled.

She was inside some kind of clothing store, with shelves of shoes, shirts, pants, and whatever else you could find in a teen fashion store. Several customers and store owners ran away when they saw her, heading toward the exit as fast as they could.

Her reputation exceeded her, she guessed.

As Luz slowly got up from the pile of store shelves and clothing she had accidentally used to cushion the fall, she looked down at herself and was mortified at what she saw.

The skin and muscle on her left arm and most of her upper body had been peeled away, revealing bones and organs. She felt air pass through her lower jaw, meaning that was missing now too. There was a veritable ocean of blood left behind by the wounds that she now had, and it was only now that she realized that she was just getting the vision back in her right eye.

As her body began to regenerate, she quickly grabbed something to put over the top of herself seeing as her shirt had been destroyed as collateral. She picked up the closest random shirt, and slipped it on regardless of size, as her wounds finished healing.

If it wasn't for her Pain nullification and Regeneration, once again, she would've been dead. She was becoming more and more reliant on those Quirks, it seemed. Honestly, though, it hardly mattered. "Shigaraki, do you recognize that one?"

"No. I don't. That was never in my catalogue of powers. Not even in my vault. It seems this Realm has generated powers of its own. And, it seems powerful. If you have the chance, try and steal it."

"Already ahead of you, Shigaraki."

Just as Luz finished her brief mental conversation with Shigaraki, the woman walked in, saw her, and smirked. "So, it's true. You regenerate pretty quickly, All For One. Not only that, but you also don't appear to be in any pain. Interesting… very very interesting indeed," the woman said as she thrusted her left hand forward, a blue orb appearing.

"But everyone has a limit. My power, Limitless, will prove that beyond all else, even a giant like yourself can fall. As a member of The Wittebane Church's Militia unit, I, Sophia Humbolt, was given orders to have you killed. Prepare to die, girl."

-To Be Continued-

Yes, Limitless is a reference to Gojo Satoru (Duh). I'm JJK pilled as of late, so leave me be. Anyway, see you next time! I promise I won't take 50 years to write a chapter!