Staring down at their desk, they don't even bother to clear away the spider lilies. Not much point, since there would only be more the next day. Then again, they didn't feel there was much point to anything now. Not after last week's events.
Just last week they had lost her. Their little sister, the one thing that made this shitty life worth living. She'd been burnt to an unrecognizable state, the only identifying feature left being the necklace they had gotten her for her twelfth birthday. The media and masses had blamed the Villains who started an attack nearby, but they knew the truth. Only one person involved in that incident had a fire Quirk. Endeavor.
He had gotten an innocent Civilian, their precious sister, killed with his reckless actions. And he was being celebrated like he saved the fucking day. They could feel the anger raging inside, an inferno waiting to consume its surroundings, but they held it in. Why? Why bother holding back?
One of their classmates approaches, sneering, "Aww, what's wrong? Feeling a bit down today? Gonna cry about that dead sister of yours? Honestly, you should be happy for her! Better dead than related to a Quirkless disgrace like you!"
Their shoes felt like lead around their feet. The damned crimson fabric marking them as 'different' and 'inferior'. It had always pissed them off. So what they had a damn extra toe joint? The hell kind of difference did it make? Why was being Quirkless considered so useless when some people's Quirks just gave them giant eyebrows or let them read two fucking seconds faster? Why did it matter?
Their classmate smirks, "What? Not gonna say anything? You mute now too? Guess I shouldn't have expected anything else from a freak like you! Your sister really is lucky! She was finally able to get rid of you! Such a shame you can't swap positions though, that'd really be some luck!"
The rage ignites again, begging to be released. Why hold back? Not like these jackasses are worth much in the end. Why shouldn't they suffer the way their sister had?
Their classmate begins to walk away, but they grab the boy's shoulder and drag them back.
The boy yells at them, "The fuck? What do you think you're doing fre-"
The kid is cut off as his sentence morphs into a scream of agony. It isn't hard to see why though. Where his right eye is supposed to be, there's now a bloody hole with a box cutter sticking out of it.
With strength they had kept hidden, they lash out at the boy, smiling as his jawbone gives a satisfying crack. At that moment, the teacher comes in, getting a front row seat as they land a kick that shatters a few of the boy's ribs.
The teacher runs over, trying to pull them away, "Shigaraki! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Get off of him!"
As the teacher tries to pull them away, they grab the man's arm and apply a little pressure. Within seconds, the arm snaps like a twig. The other students snapped out of their shock, activating their Quirks in an attempt to subdue their now violent classmate.
However, they were no Heroes. They were first years at a mediocre high school no one even remembered the name of. This place had no Hero Program, every class was just General Education, and a majority of students had never done a day of training in their lives. With one exception.
They smile cruelly as they step around the first attack, muscles singing at finally being used as their now reclaimed box opener bites into a student's neck. With a simple flick of the wrist, blood sprays everywhere as the student falls, dying.
Now there's a shade of red they don't mind seeing.
Swiftly, they advance on their next targets and make quick work of them, six more students bleeding on the ground by the time they're done. Slowly, they raise their weapon up to their mouth and have a taste of their hard work. Mmmm, delicious.
The box cutter is fun, but maybe it's time for something new. Dropping the blade, they rush their largest classmate, hands easily wrapping around his neck as everyone stands frozen in shock. With little effort, the satisfying sound of breaking bones rings out as another victim gets added to the pile.
They turn to everyone else, manic grin on their face. The students want to run, they want to flee for their lives, bit something keeps them trapped there. The fear clamping down on their minds and sealing their body movements.
Advancing on their first victim, they kneel down and look him in the eye, "Aww, what's wrong? Feeling a bit down? Gonna cry about those dead classmates of yours? Honestly, you should be happy for them! Better dead than associated with a cowardly disgrace like you!"
With a sadistic glee, they begin to beat the boy. Their fists rain down, breaking bone, bruising skin, and drawing blood. They can't hold it, they begin to laugh. It's a harsh sound, sending chills down the spines of all who hear it.
Another punch, a missing tooth. Another punch, a broken nose. Another punch, some lost lunch. Another punch. Another. Another. Another, another, another another another anotheranotheranotheranotheranother!
AnotherANOTHERANOTHERANOTHER! MORE! MOREMOREMOREMOREMORE!
When their fists finally stop, the boy is nothing more than a blood stained corpse, entirely unrecognizable.
They stand and turn, entirely drenched in blood and a mad grin splitting their face.
They slowly walk towards their classmates, "So then. Who's next?"
The screams are delicious.
Awakening, they look around to find theirself in a medical cot. Ah, it would seem the procedure is done now. Sitting up in the bed, they turn to the doctor as the man adjusts his odd glasses and looks at their chart.
Doctor Garaki clears his throat, "Well then, it would seem the new enhancements took. The new Quirk formula isn't quite ready yet so we'll be testing it tomorrow, but at the moment your father wants you to give a demonstration of what you're capable of."
With a nod they stand, cracking a few joints as they head out to change. When they're in some more comfortable clothes they head into the training area, a Nomu waiting for them.
Over in the observation area, their father turns to their brother, "Watch closely now, Tomura. You must know what your sibling is capable of to truly make full use of their abilities."
The young man nods, "Yes Sensei."
The signal is given, and the Nomu charges. It throws out a fierce punch, but they swiftly duck under the attack. With a feral grin, they make a slicing motion with their arm, a crescent of light firing off and removing the Nomu's arm at the shoulder.
Launching at the Nomu, they grab it's head and start pouring intense light out of their hands. A bright flash obscures the entire arena for a moment.
When the air clears, all that's left of the Nomu now is a scorch mark on the ground.
Tomura gives a satisfied chuckle, "Having them is like using god mode! With Val in our squad there's no way we can fail!"
Val smirks, it would seem their little brother is satisfied. Excellent! The upcoming raid on UA is looking more and more like a surefire victory. Now if only that flaming dumpster could be there, they'd love to have an extensive conversation with him about what he'd done wrong.
A/N: New idea! More violent than I'm used to, but I'll have to adjust quick because it's only downhill from here. See you for the next one! Bye!