Chapter 32: A Bloodsoaked Bar.
The air inside the bar hung thick with the acrid scent of blood, an ominous prelude to the grim scene awaiting the authorities. As the police officers and heroes cautiously entered the dimly lit hideout of the League of Villains, the unsettling silence amplified the tension.
Present Mic, his typically vibrant demeanor replaced by a somber expression, led the way alongside Heroine Midnight. The flickering neon lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, revealing the aftermath of a brutal confrontation. The first sight that met their eyes was the relatively untouched body of a man, later identified as Oboro Shirakumo, left undisturbed in a morbid repose.
However, their focus shifted sharply to the second corpse, identified as Tomura Shigaraki, which bore the grotesque marks of unimaginable torment. Pinned against the wall with bayonets impaling both wrists, the villain's lifeless form seemed frozen in agony. His empty eye sockets, gouged out mercilessly, spoke of a brutality that defied comprehension.
A jaw, severed and laid meticulously in front of Shigaraki, hinted at a macabre attention to detail. The hands, severed as well, carried an additional sinister touch – the index fingers from each hand inserted into his nostrils, a gruesome mockery of the human form.
The villain's tongue lay discarded under a table, a silent witness to the brutality inflicted upon him. A gunshot wound marred one leg, while his throat bore the mark of a fatal slash. Multiple cuts adorned his limbs and stomach, painting a vivid picture of the relentless violence unleashed upon him.
In a disturbing twist, a logo carved into Shigaraki's back depicted the head of an eagle, a symbol shrouded in mystery. A sticky note placed on his forehead bore an equally cryptic message, heightening the sense of foreboding in the room.
Present Mic and Heroine Midnight exchanged uneasy glances, grappling with the sheer horror of the scene before them. The unspoken understanding among the officers conveyed the severity of the situation – a level of brutality that transcended the bounds of typical criminality.
As the investigators began the daunting task of unraveling the mysteries concealed within the bloodsoaked bar, the weight of the atrocities committed within those walls cast a long shadow over the collective conscience of those present.
All for One's expression remained stoic, a mask concealing the maelstrom of thoughts within. The news delivered by Dr. Kyudai Garaki cut through the air like a chilling wind, leaving an indelible mark on the otherwise sterile atmosphere of the metallic throne room.
The Doctor's distress was palpable as he presented the ominous box, containing the gruesome remnants of two eyes and two pinkies. All for One, despite lacking a physical face, conveyed a sense of intrigue, urging the Doctor to continue with the unsettling revelation.
With urgency in his voice, Dr. Garaki unraveled the distressing narrative. "My Liege!... Something terrible has happened." The Doctor's wild tone reflected the gravity of the situation. "There was a package sent to the hospital addressed to me. When I opened it, it had two eyes and two pinkies. Also, in it was a note that read 'you and your master are next.' After further DNA testing, it revealed that the eyes belonged to the young master... I searched every morgue until I found a mutilated corpse of Tomura in the police station morgue of Musutafu."
The revelation hung in the air like an unshakable specter, a sinister proclamation that echoed through the metallic chamber. All for One, the mastermind behind the machinations of villainy, absorbed the information with an unsettling calmness. The absence of visible emotions did little to diminish the gravity of the situation.
Silence settled in the room as the weight of the news resonated between the two figures. The metallic throne, a symbol of power and dominion, stood witness to the unfolding drama. All for One, the enigmatic puppeteer, contemplated the implications of this macabre gesture, a calculated affront to his influence and the legacy he sought to build through Tomura Shigaraki.
As the tendrils of uncertainty tightened their grip, the echoes of a sinister game played by an unseen adversary reverberated within the metallic chamber. The next moves in this twisted dance of power remained shrouded in uncertainty, leaving the fate of All for One and his grand designs hanging in the balance.
The warehouse, transformed into an impromptu military fortress, bore witness to an eerie stillness. Lifeless soldiers patrolled with mechanical precision, and every corner harbored the menacing presence of machine gun nests, turning the once ordinary space into a fortified bastion.
Amidst this militarized atmosphere, Izuku Midoriya found himself ensconced within the confines of the warehouse. His gaze fixated on the macabre images before him — the haunting visual documentation of Tomura Shigaraki's mutilated corpse. The gravity of the scene weighed heavily on Izuku's shoulders, the images etching themselves into his consciousness with an indelible mark.
Seated across from Izuku, Göte Olofsdotter, alias Smiles, maintained an air of calm detachment. Sipping on green tea with apparent nonchalance, the elderly man seemed unfazed by the gruesome tableau depicted in the photographs. The dissonance between the serene act of drinking tea and the harrowing images on display created an unsettling juxtaposition in the dimly lit space.
As Izuku sifted through the images, the cruel laughter of Black Eagle pierced the silence, invading his mind once more. The maniacal laughter reverberated within the confines of his consciousness, a relentless assault that echoed the enigmatic villain's sadistic amusement.
The atmosphere within the warehouse seemed charged with an unsettling tension, as if the very air bore witness to the clash of ideologies and the impending storm that brewed on the horizon. The photographs served as a grim reminder of the ruthlessness that permeated the world of heroes and villains, leaving no room for mercy or respite.
In the shadowy corners of the fortified warehouse, the weight of the unknown pressed upon Izuku. Göte, with his calm demeanor, appeared as an enigmatic figure, the secrets of his connection to Black Eagle and the unfolding chaos known only to those who reveled in the shadows.
As the photographs continued to paint a grim narrative, Izuku and Göte found themselves entangled in a web of darkness, each moment tinged with the foreboding sense that the storm of chaos was only beginning to cast its ominous shadow.