A Certain Marvelous Accelerator[Marvel/Accelerator!SI] - Chapter 1

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"Nowhere to run you, little thief!"

Where was I?

"We know you're here come out, and we won't have to get physical."

I laid flat on the ground, my head was a pulsing mess. The smell of rotten stuff, dulled some of it. I could feel asphalt on my hands. The rough surface prickly.

Where was I?

My headache continued to throb as the numbers adjusted themselves. What numbers? The equations were stabilized as my field returned. What the hell am I thinking?

"Got you, you little shit." The same voice spoke though now I recognized it as a male adult one."

"Let go!" A new voice shouted, this one female. Her voice hit the fields, and I calculated it to be generated by a voicebox of an 11-12 yeard old who was just about to start or had started puberty. Close to the age that Last Order was. How did I do that and who was…

"Do you know who that money belongs to, huh?" Asked the male voice again, but I could now tell that he wasn't alone with the girl. I could hear the sound of more feet than the two could have. "That money belongs to Mr. Tombstone, do you know who that is you little brat? He is one who controls half of New York's criminal underground. Do you understand what I am saying, brat!" The man shouted, but the name stirred an image in my mind. The image of a blue-skinned man looking kinda like a fish rose from my subconsciousness.

"I just wanted it for food, please let it go. If you want it back, you can have it," To an ordinary person's ears, the girl would sound scared, but I recognized it as being faked, many had done so to try and get the upper hand on me, but it never worked. How did I know? No one has ever attacked me. What was happening to me?

"Oh, we're going to be taking the money back you little, but first we're going to teach you a lesson you little bitch, pin her down and strip her," The dude commanded.

Yeah, I was sure as hell not going to let that happen at all.

"Urgh, you're so fucking loud!" I complained as I stood up, my voice was horse and raspy. This is not my voice, and this is not my body. I no longer threatening the line of being overweight, no I was almost comically thin, if anything, it looked like a stiff breeze would knock me over. And the clothes I was wearing was definitely not stuff I owned, I wore a white jacket, with a white and black t-shit underneath.

Along with a pair of white jeans and sneakers. "Aren't you allowed to lay in an alley anymore and just relax?" I asked sarcastically as I dusted myself off.

"Who the hell are you," The asshole holding the girl who had stolen their money by her wrist. And surrounding them were three other thugs. Honestly, they were so generic-looking that describing their appearance would be a waste of mental time.

The girl, however, looked to be of Asian descent wearing some slightly used clothes that were generic as all hell like the thug holding her. But what stood out was her face, she just looked like so done with this. Though now, her expression was shifting to one of questioning as she looked at me.

"Answer me, dammit!" Thug One shouted again, and I just sighed. I could try and figure out what the hell had happened to me later. This here was more important, I was going to fucking destroy these assholes for threatening to rape a child.

"Me? I am the one that is going to destroy you, hahaha!" My short burst of laughter was manic, unlike any other time I had laughed in my life, but seemed to visibly unnerve them four thugs, and without any hesitation, thug two pulled out a gun and fired.

I just wanted to roll my eyes; people always tried to shot me; though not, I could blame this guy for going for that since he didn't know who I was. I was going to have to remake my rep, so freaking annoying. Okay, who the hell did I fuse with?

The bullet hit my vector shield, and I changed the calculation just a little so that it would reflect back just the way I wanted.

Ping!

The bullet returned to its owner right through his right arm, making it a bloody and useless mess, that shit was never going to heal as I had basically broken it harder than Izuku did his own.

"Argh!" Thug 1 screamed out in pain as he clutched his arm, letting go of the girl.

The three other thugs responded quickly by trying to attack me, but they just broke their own bodies against my vector shield. I didn't even control the vector; just let my sub-conciseness handle it like I usually did.

Now four thugs lay bleeding from the ground and would probably die from the injuries if they didn't get medical attention.

Not that I cared, not anymore, that is. Oh god, I am even more metally fucked up now, aren't I?

"Who, who the hell are you? What are you?" One of the thugs groaned out. The only one still conscious.

"Me I am Accelerator," It was not my name that left my mouth, but my new name. The name that belonged to the body and mind, I had fused with. I didn't know, how this had happened, but what I did know was that my old self had died and that this was a new me. A brand new existence. "And what am I? I am the one-way-street; you just walked down. Hey, brat!"

"What?" She asked with an annoyed tone as she picked up the cash that she had stolen.

"How about we get out of here? The cops are going to show up soon, and I think you owe me a meal for saving your ass," I told her.

"The hell I do, I could have handled them myself."

"Sure thing brat, we still need to leave," I said as I began walking out of the alley.

"Hey, don't walk away from me, who are you?"

"Like I said I am Accelerator, who the hell are you brat?" I asked.

"My name is Laura, not brat and…" Laura was caught off by the loud grumbling of her stomach.

"Well, I think you want food to brat, and you've got the cash."

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