Hey guys. Back after a short break. I hope the chapter turn out pretty good. And this chap is not about USJ. More like a day before it.
The new morning was eerie and cold. The clouds are getting darker and the rain showers slowly gaining the momentum to pour down. as it's a warning, no birds flying around the horizon. Due to the cold atmosphere, citizens prefer to stay in their home sleeping in their bed. However not every individual thinking the same way. With that being said, finally the dark clouds let their wrath upon earth by finally letting the rain pour with all power and a powerful wave of wind accompanied the heavy rain. Trees swayed and there' no wonder if many birds having a rough time keeping their nest safe. The normal people will wonder all that, right? Yes they will. Only normal people.
What criminals thinks are different. Mainly they think, how to let blood flow with rain and how to replicate a storm's destruction. For them, those are normal. They love red waterfall better than the colorless ones. That's their essence of satisfaction.
At the church surrounded by muddy swamp like yard, through one of the windows heavy wind burst through with the heavy rain into the dark interior of the hall. The cold breeze soon followed, filling the room and sending goosebumps all over, the boy asleep on the concrete throne. However as long as he's the rider, no cold wind is capable of disturbing his peace. Nothing can, almost.
Only sinners could.
The two eyes snapped open glowing bright green illuminating under the darkness in there. No cold wind woke him up. Nor the rain... Sinners did. He saw many, gathered up in one place, laughing, joking, arguing, forgetting all the worries of what's going on outside. They committed the worst crimes that yet to be punished. Their arrogance indicating their power over the laws. Because they have money. Their ignorance indicating, they aren't slightly cautious of the outside world, relying on brute force. Their sins are peeking over the most. As well as the numbers of them. Probably hundreds of them. But they do have one thing in common... they are stained by the blood of the innocents. They are stained with the curses of the poor unfortunate souls that yet to be have justice. If the heroes can't bring the justice. Ghost Rider will.
Ghost Rider can hear them cry. Now it's the sinner' turn to cry.
Not far from the church, Izuku sensed the overwhelming surge of negativity, belongs to the said hundred or less people gathered around. Izuku can feel the souls of innocents those monsters robbed their life from. He could see the haunting scenes of the mass murders they committed and that was why the Vengeance is now inevitable.
Getting up to his feet forgetting or simply shaking off the groggy mindset that of a sleepy man, Izuku stomped to the big door and threw it open to expose his leather covered form to the bone chilling cold and the rain and the weird smell that's oddly nod bad, that's coming from the muddy swamp. Outside, his hellcycle sensing his masters urgency, already was parked at the very entrance to provide a quick access and Izuku closed the big wooden door with a bang before straddling his bike which automatically started its engine.
With a fast pace, Izuku rode his bike through the mud with no effort and made it to the road and turned to the way that leads to the sinners. Many of them. But soon, that many of them becomes nonexistent. That's a guarantee.
The city was quieter than a normal average day. Probably, the sundays must have effects how much noise can be made in a city. The citizens are sure is curled up in their comfy bed or having a chill day in an already chilling day. That's what Aizawa was thinking. The underground hero has this pissed off expression that clearly saying, being stuck here on mission were you end up hiding under a shade to avoid the heavy rain and there's no coffee to rely on. These times are the toughest for the underground hero. Times that he feel so weak and upset because nothing is going how he wants them to go. Coffee, sleep. Those two thoughts was rolling in his head, leaving with an annoying headache.
"What's with that look, Eraser?" Midnight who was calm and collected, waiting for possible clue of anything. Criminal act, villain rampage or even the 'vigilante' they are assigned to look for. So far with all what's going on, Midnight, Eraserhead and Present Mic are acting as a team, in order to secure or cover more ground when time comes. If that even comes.
"Shota can be grumpy if he misses his coffee machine. He loves them more than his dearie." Present Mic said playfully earning a huff from Eraserhead. Without his coffee, he give away his emotions without thinking. That's how addicted he is to a cup of coffee. Well he prefer a single cup and many shots.
"That big ol' Eraser, huh?" Midnight chuckled seeing both her best friends exchanging some small talks and jokes.
They were waiting at a rooftop so they could hear or see what's going on below and since they are trapped in the rain, it's like with a stone and two birds at one shot. Both things happening smoothly...well if you cut the freezing cold. Midnight, always blame her cloth of choosing sometimes but in the end, she's to blame right? And the three heroes were having a chill time for few more minutes. But, then they heard an echoing heavy sound of a bike that seemingly speeding close to the building they were in. The sound was abnormally loud and weird. They never heard that type of a sound of a bike.
The three heroes gave each other a questioning look and walked out of the shade and look over the railings of the building towards the road. The rain started drench their bodies but they tried to forget it for now. As far as they could see the ground below, they didn't missed an approaching green light and a shadowed figure on top. Due to being many meters away, the heroes didn't quite catch what's going on with the green light. But when it came closer, they get the idea, is that something is the bike sound they decided to look at.
The heroes stared at the speeding bike and soon realization hit them like a train. The green light actually is a scorching emerald fire that enveloped the ones black good tire and the bike itself seems like, it gone through worse than the tires since it looked all burnt and cannot tell what color it previously flashed when it was fine and well. But what take them by surprise, is the figure riding the alight two wheeler. The person doesn't look like panicking or simply say, is unaffected by the fire. Well that didn't quite surprise them like the one good detail about the rider. They saw him had his hood up..probably to not get drenched or something. And instead of a glimpse of a human face, the three heroes only saw the green fire coming out of the figure' hoodie.
"A fire transformation quirk?" Midnight wondered out loud.
"A fire quirk that's for sure." Mic concluded even though it was obvious.
While the two arguing, the biker rushed past the building they are in and turned a corner a bit far from them. While that all happened Aizawa, the more reasonable wise one was contemplating something.
Green fire, bike, a person who seems to emmit same 'quirk' on their head. The green fire part lunged in his head the more than the other two. Putting two and two together, Aizawa realized the explosion had the same green fire they saw just now. Tsukauchi said, the possibility is the 'vigilante' who came out of the fire pillar. Judging by that...they just let their assigned 'vigilante', slip away before even know it.
"Chase him." Aizawa shouted jumping off the roof using his capture weapon.
The other two was stunned and confused. "WAIT ERASER. HEY!." Midnight called out and followed Eraserhead using her whips and Present Mic relied on his voice quirk by facing down and yell at the building and the bass was powerful enough to let him move across each buildings and little bit losing his both his fellow hero and husband. They already was a bit ahead of Mic by few meters gap. However, he maintained his balance and concentration steady.
Eraserhead was on lead, knowing exactly where to go next, because the burning bike let a black few centimeter deep tire line on the road that basically leading them to the biker.
Eraserhead already wore his goggles, if the figure is planning a sneak attack or lure them into a trap, he'll be ready. Prepare or be sorry. That's what his whole career experience taught him. He carefully inspected the correct coordination, as well as his surroundings and also keeping his eye on his teammates. Both of them are few feet away from their cat like friend, who was moving flawlessly without much effort.
"ERASER, WAIT. TELL US WHAT HAPPENED OR WHERE ARE WE GOING?" Midnight shouted from behind, trying her best to keep her breath calm so her lung won't burn.
"YEAH WHAT?" Mic screamed accidentally activating his quirk for no other reason.
"THAT GREEN FIRE. THINK ABOUT IT WHO' THAT BELONGS TO" Erasehead shouted back.
Midnight was the first to realize that and followed by Mic and both had their eye wide. They didn't even realized it. Which was shameful, due to how easily one can pinpoint the two similarities of both the 'vigilante' and green fire. They even witnessed the green fire pillar. "Oh.." Midnight could only mumble.
As their path progressing, Aizawa was the first to realize that the 'vigilante' was headed to the abandoned area of the city and in a hurry that he started to wonder why. Probably for the killings. Eventually they reached the ghost city and finally they saw, at the far distance a green light outside an abandoned big storage unit. And looking closely at the light, Eraserhead saw only the burning bike. Soon Midnight and Mic was by his side, looking at the same spot where Eraserhead was looking at.
"Finally..." Midnight breathed a sigh of relief. Running a mile isn't as pleasant of an experience like when you sit back and watch someone else run their ass off. And Mic is coughing mess, overusing his quirk and all. Just Aizawa was the only one that looked at least maintaining his composure.
"Don't take calm breath yet, I am thinking of confronting him. You two have to come with me." Eraserhead straight up ordered and moving forward with a seemingly good plan.
After all, his quirk can nullify another, right? Then they have Midnight with her sleeping gas scent or Mic with a 'stunning' sound. What could possibly go wrong?
(FEW MINUTES AGO- Inside the storage unit.)
As the rain raging outside of their new hiding base, the villain' were having a great time. Few of them are snoring peacefully while the rest doing whatever they do on free time. They are all having their good time and many of them formed alliance that may useful in future and little did they know, there's no future. If they see another morning, thank the miracle that helped them. Since they cut between a hiding place and outside world, they didn't know of the possibility of heroes or some random locals finding them. They was promised to be safe here. Out of all the civilization. In the ghost city. Nobody except their new boss knew of the exact location of their whereabouts. After all the man himself came out through a dark purple misty portable and delivered their mission info and necessities last night and even gave god forsaken for long speech of his hollow ideals that the villain' didn't care much. They only had their eyes on the money they'll get. Simple life.
Follow the man and get their paycheck only to scoot before they even know it. Every single one present here had those, traitorous aura that can come as a real threat if no one beforehand sense it. After all they all had somewhat same mindset and because of that, it's sometimes hard to trick one or sometimes it's easier.
They sat around the floor on top of some rug they were provided and they sat there dreaming of the possible things they could do with the money they are about to receive. However, outside they heard a loud sound and it stopped immediately as it came.
"What's that?" Few of the guys questioned in unison while some didn't even pay attention.
"Who gives a damn." One of them replied sounding bored.
"It's nothing."
"Shut up, ya'll"
Came various comments with different attitudes and accents.
As they were bickering. The big two sliding door leads to the storage unit busted open with the doors bending to inside due to the heavy impact put on it. The criminals flinched out of instincts and some stared wide eyed at the entrance.
"WHAT THE HELL." One with four arms yelled looking at the entrance. Like what was he expecting to find, wasn't the what he got to see. They even expected a hero bursting through the doors but they saw a full black covered figure who' hiding behind the hoodie and even have flames coming out of it. Black smoke came out of both fire and the figure.
They aren't sure who or why the person is here for. "Is that guy with us?" Someone along their team spoke.
"You think that dim-witted jerk has to bust in our base if he was one of us?" another one scolded.
"I met psycho' around more than edgy than that." Another said.
The Ghost Rider isn't here to play but they have no idea. Only villains knew this place and seeing someone barge in the secretive place, made them think if they are accompanied by another fellow criminal. But they felt this threatening aura around the hooded man and kept their distance until they got the confirmation, either they are dealing with some violent wannabe villain or a new hero in town who's here by mistake or to show-off. They are almost a hundred. And they we're possessed with the overconfidence, that comes with a high number. A single hero is a bug compared to them.
However, Ghost Rider is no hero. At least not the one they are used to.
Ghost Rider slowly observed the less threatened foes and he focused on what the souls of their victims has to say. They only saying one thing...Vengeance.
That was go sign, which Ghost Rider gladly took, by moving forward in a slow phase. Black smoke immediately increases in quantity and the green flames coming from his hoodie burnt brighter. The heavy metal click of his boots melted the concrete as he moved forward lessening their distance slowly.
"HEY, CALM DOWN YOU. SAY YOUR OUR MAN AND WE'LL GO SLOWLY ON YA." A short villain with gun barrel like fingers sneers, sensing a possible action coming. They all scoffed at the burning figure and leave it to their short friend.
But the figure never stopped his slow walk and they looked at each other and smirked. "HEY, GUNHEAD. DON'T END THE FREAK SO SOON. MY KNUCKLES ARE THRIVING TO DESTROY ANOTHER PRETTY FACE." One of the big men shouted amused by how stupid the newcomer really is. Really? A single minded nobody presenting his sorry ass to the big fishes of the vast sea of the villainy. Some stupid could only think of that.
"YEAH WHATEVER." The gun quirk user chuckled. Well they gave this stupid a chance. "Hey you. Better brace yourself. You lost the one good chance to get out of here." The gun quirk man said laughing and ran straight at the Ghost Rider activating his quirk. He aimed for Ghost Riders knees so he won't kill the figure so easily.
The Ghost Rider only did one thing and that is just walking slowly at the big group. Not even dodging the bullets when had the chance. The man fired and the bullets connected with the target but...
The bullets usually cripples an individuals by the bullets ripping through the skin and shatter the bones and render them useless. The bullets even could rip apart the target' limbs if aimed correctly. Which the villain did. Correctly aimed for the knees to separate them from the figure' body. The villain himself or simply say the villain all expected soothing melody of the figure' scream, beautiful red blood and flower like red scattered flesh and bones. But what they saw had their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
The powerful hero taming bullets that can pierce through thick blocks...hit the knees of the man threateningly moving forward, and not only they couldn't see blood or gore, but they could only see the bullets didn't do anything. The bullets could only hole the leather pants that in a second reformed their normal state, leaving no evidence of a bullet hole.
The rushing villain halted skidding, really shocked that someone who they thought to be a weakling didn't even seem to be affected by the attack. Not even a scratch. That is beyond of what they could believe. The villain sadly though, halted just in front of the Rider who calmly raised his gloved hand and grabbed the stunned villain by his neck and effortlessly lifting him in the air. The rest of the villains were slightly got confused as to what to do. They wasn't even prepared to deal with such a scenario. They were wrong to think that the Ghost Rider is weak enough to dealt with some bullets.
"..Wha...how?" The villain chocked out some words and could feel the heat slowly building on the palm of the gloved palm of the Rider. He was now scared and kicked his legs in a weak attempt to free himself from the iron grip that is slowly taking his life out. That was useless though. The man had another idea and shakily bring his pointed gun fingers straight at the presumably exist head in the fire covered hoodie. He fire then. Taking all his efforts and firing down countless of bullets that can hole an entire bus and eventually his bones started to crack due to the drawbacks and his attack died down with him screaming in pain because of his hand bones cracking slowly. But when he focused on the damage he made, the horror that left him long ago creeped back and he couldn't scream anymore and the fear soon was evident on his face.
The Ghost Rider stood unharmed and the other villains started to panic while moving to their attack stance ready to face the fiery figure. Ghost Rider could not tolerate the cries of the poor soul and summoned the spike fire chain on his same palm he was gabbing the villain. Ghost Rider driven the spiky fire chains through the villains' throat to inside his body, and bind his body from both inside and outside then ripped the whole body apart turning them into ashes before they fell to the ground.
The group had their eyes widen in horror, for two different reasons. First, obviously how their comrade died a brutal and fast way and second is...
They saw the black ashes. The same ashes the hunter of the villains always leaves behind. The ashes that belongs to the 'vigilante' the criminal world was trying to hide from. Now seeing the same black ashes, they realized this fire 'quirked' man is the 'vigilante' they were hiding from. And he found them already. From the darkest part the whole japan that nobody ventures and very quickly and easily. Even they lost their tracks multiple times the way here. And the 'vigilante' they are hiding from and the devil himself finally knocking on the door within ten hours of their stay. Their boss lied for sure.
The villains however cannot bear the courage to face this killing machine they call 'vigilante'. One of their powerful comrade couldn't even hurt the 'vigilante' with his long range attacks. But the higher class murderers amongst the group refuse to back down. They have their own demons to deal with. The demons called 'pride'. They did too much to gain the title they are feared for by the thousands of citizens and they could not back away like cowards even their guts told them to. Their name will be just a joke if they cower away. Even though they afraid of death and leaving behind their great life, they moved forward with an angry expression they could hardly even muster.
"YOU COME HERE AND STUPIDLY ATTACKING ONE OF US! YOU THINK YOU CAN LEAVE THAT EASILY, TOUGH SHIT?" One of the big men with blade elbows screeches darting straight at the Ghost Rider who barely even looking at them and that hurt the man's pride the more.
"YEAH, FIRE FREAK, WE'LL MAKE A GOOD EXAMPLE OUT OF YOU, SO EVEN ALLMIGHT HAD HIS KNEES SHAKING." Another man with a mutation quirk that let him turn into a half hound, joined the big blade elbow man. And that act alone encouraged couple more villains who has some good flashy quirks and one of them looked like a crab attached to his head and has pincers for arms.
Ghost Rider however didn't look bothered and looked at the blades of the big man about to strike his face. The big man did respected and was aware of his strength to the point, his confidence was high and he was prepared for the sight of the 'vigilante' send flying to the stars. He can feel a glimpse of his trademark arrogance replacing his new formed insecurities and fear. A smirk formed on his face as he shot a full powdered elbow blade strike. Nothing can withstand his power. He was that confidence. But when that confidence fells, he is in the unknown territory. He never felt that, and never will. He thought that way to say the least.
The strike was fast, powerful and devastating that an average hero won't survive. But Ghost Rider ain't no mortal. He died long ago. He's the real one that's unstoppable here. The strike was simply just caught by right gloved hand as if catching a feather and at the contact, a semi big shockwave formed in the middle of the two. The confident smirk fell and the said insecurities of the unknown territory he secretly afraid of, surfaced as he saw his powerful attack blocked by the 'vigilante'. His face fell to the point, his once arrogance shining eyes turned more of the one filled with terror. The villains following the big man who led them to attack the 'vigilante' stopped ten feet away and masking the looks of pure terror on their face.
Ghost Rider motioned his other hand the way of the little group of followers and the spiked fire chains charged at them in a flash and before anyone know it, they got wrapped tightly together by it and the lava hot chains soon slithered all over their bodies like a dangerous snake. Their flesh got striped from their body as spike chains digging into their fragile muscles and moved to random directions and the torn apart flesh crumbles into dust while the villains screamed in pure agony. The worst pain they never thought possible. But only Ghost Rider knew, the hell is a million times more agonizing than this.
The big man started to sweat and tremble as he didn't even looked at his allies but only could hear their cries. By just listening to it he felt the agony they are going through. His confidence crumbled down as well as his hope and in him, there was only fear he never felt before. This 'vigilante' is beyond his expectations and he even regret charging at the figure without even thinking and flinched as he heard the last cries of his fellow villain' before they turned into ashes.
The big man shakily looked at the green fiery 'face' of this...whoever this 'vigilante' is. And it's gonna be a lie if the man said he didn't saw hell in those green flames.
Ghost Rider punched the man' chest which couldn't handle the force and the leather gloved fists melted through the big man' heart and reaching the opposite side, instantly killing the big man. When Rider pulled his arm back, on the man' chest, there was a crumbling hole that can be seen through the other side, and he let the man drop down and stared at the corpse for a bit.
The others were frozen on the spot afraid of to even move muscle. They fearfully watched the Ghost Rider towering over the most violent, strong and aggressive comrade, who couldn't even last more than a minute against the villain hunter. But they didn't know. the Ghost Rider is actually the hunter of sinners. Everyone treated equally in the hell. Whether it's villain or hero.
They looked at each other and one of them shakily pulled out their phone and dialed a few times and placed it back on his pocket.
Soon the calm looking rider who was staring at the dead body in front of him, quickly snapped his head to look at the villains' way making them jump in fright. Creepily turning his head sideways, Ghost rider summoned his nightmarish scythe on his left arm and recalling the spiky fie chains to his right. The second the chains was in his hands, the edge of the chain transformed to a mini scythe blades and he stood still facing the villains. But before they even could think why their attacker moving, the Rider was in front of the group so fast and grabbed almost six or seven villains with the spike chain which killed one immediately due to struck by the fire blade on its edge and the Rider swiftly strike other few with his scythe making them just ashes and tugged at the chain and tearing apart the villains that wrapped by it, killing them as well.
The remaining group ran to the further end of the storage while some used their quirks on the rider only to get slaughtered almost immediately and the few running behind the the group got killed and some who got struck by the spike chain.
A group consists of almost fifty villains got ahead of the other twenty or so people and the said twenty people group suddenly got stopped by a green fire wall in front of them and then all around them, caging their helpless body between the scorching beautiful flames.
"USE YOUR QUIRK DAMMIT!" One of them cried a fish mutant who was already gasping and was feeling extremely dehydrated. The fishman shot loads of water which did nothing but power up the flames.
Ghost Rider got closer to the fire trap and the villains started to even beg for mercy. But the only reply of the Rider gave was the fire box shrinking around them killing the one who touch it and crumbled away and the other group looked at the burning villains in horror and some of them even started to cry. All they could is to wait for two things. One is a purple mist portal, while the second is...death. Waiting for death is the most unexplainable feeling that they are feeling now.
Their heart almost stopped when the firebox vanished leaving some melt corpses or the black ash remains. Ghost Rider was now face to face villains and that's when the portal they were waiting for, like what felt like eons and their leader Shigaraki who was unknown to what's happening, stepped out of the portal and soon the villains rushed towards the portal to immediately get away from the the Rider.
Shigaraki almost got threw sideways. "Oi,Oi. What the hell?" He shouted but neither of the villains said anything other than to curse and fall in an attempt to go first. Shigaraki was confused but then he saw something coming and grabbing few of the villains and incinerating them in the process. Shigaraki' eye widened and looked at the hooded Rider who continuously killed of the people he collected during few months in order to do the 'kill-allmight' project. But then he saw the black ashes on the floor which he recognized as the 'vigilante' leaves behind every crime scenes. The man who stole his spotlight.
But then he saw how easily and fast the 'vigilante' killing off his men.
"You.." Shigaraki spat pointing at the Rider who doesn't give a damn who he is and swings the fire scythe that cut off the pointed right hand of Shigaraki who was confused at first of what happened but seeing his clean cut hands, Shigaraki screamed in pain and saw the scythe was coming at him again but soon a portal appeared under Shigaraki, causing him to fall in it in nick of time. A millisecond late, Shigaraki is now a bunch of ashes by now.
The villains almost everyone evacuated but due to the Rider closing distance to the portal, Kurogiri warped himself and the ones who are already inside and escaped the scene only leaving three of the villains behind, who cried and begged to come back.
Rider grabbed two that close to him with the chains killing them in a second. Now only one left.
"Pl..ease..I'll give..you anything. Don't kill me. I'll give you anything." the villain desperately croaked out.
But the Rider didn't say anything and aimed at the man and swing his scythe again.
But before the man could die, two tape like things came and dragged the villain out of the way. "STOP NOW. WE'RE HERE TO ARREST YOU." The voice yelled from behind and Rider reverted back to his mortal form and turned around chuckling.
"Underground hero Eraserhead. Or Shouta Aizawa." Izuku said making the three heroes stood stunned and the villain is wrapped in with the capture weapon.
"Who are you? Why are you murdering people and why? Surrender now." Midnight shouted.
Izuku laughed at their face and replied. "I'm someone that you never can be. A hero that brings justice to the lost souls. I'm the one here for the Vengeance, so the souls of the innocents can be free. I'm a hero that prevents deaths of the innocents by killing the threats looming over them." Izuku replied coldly and pointed at the villain. "He killed many innocents, now it's his turn."
"Killing them like this can't be called justice. It's massacre." Aizawa said activating his quirk. "Surrender now. There's no escape." Aizawa' quirk activated and he thought that's helpful.
"I won't fight you good heroes but I'll kill him." Izuku said and surprising everyone by turning into the Rider while black smoke and green fire came to life while did so.
"WHAT? Eraser, aren't you erased his quirk?" Midnight asked.
"My quirk is active." Aizawa said his eyes widening and before they could share any talks, few fire chains came out of the ground and stabbing through the villains and incinerated him turning him to ashes.
The heroes froze shocked. Now they witnessed the origin of the black ashes. "NO!" They shouted however Mic could barely even speak.
Aizawa then tried to catch the Rider with his capture weapon and well he tried to. The capture weapon burnt to crisps when it got closer to the rider. Nemuri activated her quirk but the Rider was'nt effected at all.
Rider didn't have any business with them and summoned his bike which rode itself to it's master surprising the heroes and then the rider rode away like nothing ever happened.
The heroes couldn't do anything. They couldn't even save the villain from the harms way. The irony though. The heroes helping villains. What a shame.
So you guys like it? This time I tried to write more carefully. And sorry for being late than usual.