3- Purple

Noatak will do some not very smart things. I KNOW they're not the smartest thing to do. He doesn't, he's a child.

Tsukauchi went about the day like any other.

Wake up, ignore the new crick in his back, ignore the way his mattress sang for him to come back. Brush his teeth for 2 minutes exactly, splash some water on his face, and shave off any stubble he found on his face.

One leg in, then the other. A neat dress shirt, ironed the night before, and a neatly done tie around his neck. His trenchcoat and fedora went on last before he drove down to the station.

The scene was revolting. If the reporters clamoring to see the scene actually caught sight of it, they would wish they hadn't. The investigators, himself included, barely held them off while they looked for any evidence they could.

Every member of the station had been massacred. Good people, who just wanted to help people. Utterly massacred. Terrible, unhonorable deaths.

Just a few blocks away, the remains of the pro hero Spring-Legs were found. He was killed the same way. Blown to bits.

Good people. Good, strong people who helped others every day. Who had never turned someone away, never killed someone. It was disgusting. It was the type of mindless violence and chaos he had become a cop to stop in the first place.

The camera footage of the station and every building in the vicinity was being processed and prepared for viewing. It would only be a matter of time before justice would be served.

Tsukauchi glared at the footage he saw. A boy, slaughtering good men as they screamed in terror. There was no sound, but he could see the way their eyes rapidly flicked across the room, for something to help. Those who tried to reach the door never made it. The boy had come into the station earlier, likely casing the place, before Spring-Legs had noticed him and kindly asked him to leave.

As for Spring-Legs… Most of the footage of his location of death had gotten corrupted somehow. But with the footage available, it was easy to tell what had happened. The boy had killed a man, and while the hero tried calling for backup on the Hero Net, he had been killed.

It took until darkness fell over the city for multiple calls from distressed citizens in the area to come in. Every one of them was due to the same thing. A boy caked in blood roaming the streets.

"We have our perp!" Tsukauchi called out, catching the attention of the other officers. "Move out! He was seen at 10th Street 5 minutes ago!"

As they sped down to 10th, Tsukauchi addressed every officer via radio. "You saw what he did to those good men in the station. Shoot his legs out, don't let him get close."

A chorus of "Yes sir" responded through the cracky radio.

When they reached 10th, the perp stood out like a peacock amongst pigeons. Shirtless, dirty, and most noticeably, completely caked in a layer of blood like it was his skin, only his back remaining relatively untouched. Drops of water splashed on his back as a light sprinkle came down, leaving streaks of water behind.

"Tamakawa," He asked the man in the back, "Any matches on the description?"

Tamakawa shook his head, his feline face scrunching up. "No, the video quality wasn't good enough, and we couldn't tell what his quirk was. No knowledge of any weaknesses or strengths."

"Damn," He sighed, "Guess we're going in blind." He raised his voice as he spoke into the radio. "Perp spotted! I repeat, perp spotted! We are engaging! Squad 6, flank the perp! 1-5, engage now!"

Every car slid to a stop when they reached the boy.

Tsukauchi gave the megaphone a light tap as it crackled to life. "We have reason to believe you as a suspect for the homicide of 23 police officers, a civilian, and the pro-hero Spring-Legs! Please surrender and come quietly!"

The boy froze, his breathing growing heavy. The silence on the street was occasionally interrupted by the sounds of an officer checking their weapon.

"We are about to approach and restrain you! Please do not resist!" He gestured for Squad 2 and 4 to approach him.

They readied their weapons and began slowly creeping up to him. As one man prepared a pair of handcuffs, the three others aimed their guns at the perp.

"I'm going to cuff you, do not resist." He grabbed for the bloody wrists but was sent flying into a building as the man flung his arm out.

He screamed as he felt bullets slam into his legs. "Damn you! You bastards!" He lunged, his hand reaching out and clenching. The three were sent flying, not nearly as violently as the first man, and got back up a few meters away.

"Do not resist! I repeat, do not resist!" Tsukauchi yelled into the megaphone as he signaled for the officers to aim their weapons.

The perp let out an angry scream as he fell to the floor, clutching at his leg.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Noatak screamed as he forced the lead out of his legs. It stung the whole way. The way they scraped against his flesh was horrible and grating, but he forced himself to push them out.

"Do not get up! We will open fire!" That damn cop and his annoying voice. Acting as if he held authority over him. Like he was better than him.

There was an open alleyway behind him. He might be able to get out over there.

But that would make him weak. He needed to be strong if he wanted to fix the world. So he stood.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He felt his body jerk around as he was filled with bullets from the front and behind, but he stood.

He took in short shallow gasps of breath when the hail of gunfire ended. Everything hurt. It hurt so bad. But he was standing. He could fight.

So he fought. He ran at the officers, ignoring the bullets that buried themselves in his arms and legs. The second he touched one of the officers, he pulled as hard as he could. There was a resistance, but he broke it.

The officer's head violently snapped to the side and he flopped to the floor.

There was a lull in the gunfire, where Noatak slapped his hand against another officer, sending her flying into a building.

"Fire! Fire! Dammit!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He couldn't move. There were bullets everywhere. He kept pushing them out as he fought, but there were too many. Blood leaked out of him from a hundred holes, way too much for him to stop.

He had killed over half the officers and heard them yell about nearby heroes, but he didn't care. He needed to fight.

He suddenly felt something different than a bullet hit him and sent him flying.

The man who punched him was massive. His dark red costume made him look like he had bathed in blood, and despite his grey hair, he looked young and strong.

The man grunted grunted and slammed Noatak into a building's wall.

"Vlad! Don't get near him!" The same annoying cop who had been shouting the entire time yelled at the hero.

The hero, Vlad, leaped away from him, but he could still feel something pinning him to the wall. He looked down and saw something crystal-like and red holding him in place. Blood.

"Tsukauchi!" The hero yelled, "What's the situation?"

"Unidentified," Tsukauchi replied. "Some sort of body manipulation quirk that requires proximity to the target. He waved his hand, signaling his men to approach the perp.

"Gah!" An officer screamed as her arm twisted in a grotesque manner.

"Damn it," Tsukauchi muttered. "Vlad, can you suffocate him?"

Noatak screamed as he felt the blood creep up to and constrict around his throat. He desperately clawed at it, digging his fingers into it, but it wouldn't obey him. His fists slammed into the crystal, scraping off the skin of his hands, but it wouldn't obey him.

Crunch!

He let out a howl as he bit down on his tongue, the tip falling down his throat and forcing him to gag and choke. He could feel warm blood flow into his mouth, and he dug his teeth into the inside of his cheek and then tore the meat out.

It hurt, but it didn't matter.

He forced down shallow breaths as he felt the edges of his vision darken, and slammed his jaw down, sending the remnants of his shattered teeth digging into flesh across his mouth.

He ejected hot blood from his mouth, sending it forth and slamming it into the face of the white-haired man.

As the man stumbled and spat out the blood, Noatak felt himself drop onto trembling legs. A few more minutes of this, and he would probably die.

"I'll kill you!" He ran towards the man as he screamed. The officers fired nearly a dozen bullets into his legs, but they barely passed into his flesh. Just as the hero wiped the last of the blood out of his eyes, a hand placed itself on his chest.

The man gasped, then howled as all the blood in his abdomen exploded out of his back, going straight through his spine, muscles, and skin.

Noatak's throat tore with another scream as the hero's body flopped to the ground, uselessly convulsing and shaking as his cop friend screamed. He lunged for the loud officer, his hand outstretched-

Bang!

His screaming died off into a feeble whimper as a searing pain ripped through his chest.

That wasn't an average bullet. It had easily torn through his flesh and bone, destroying his lung.

It felt familiar.

As he struggled to draw in breath, his trembling eyes traced the path of the bullet, now lying before him, its once vibrant hues of purple and pink stained with the crimson of his own blood. He twisted his head, eyes frantically snapping across every rooftop he could find.

There. Purple and pink. Just a few blocks away on a relatively short building.

Tears and snot streamed down his already bloody face as he forced himself up. Officers were screaming around him, but they didn't matter. Not when she was right there.

"D...die!" His voice was a hoarse whisper as he glared at her, drowned out by the cacophony of shouts and sirens. Ignoring the agony across his body, he forced himself to his feet. He pushed his body to move toward the building she was on, pushing past anyone who got in his way. Bullets tore into him, but he could hardly feel anything. His legs knocked into each other, and the ground rushed up to meet his face as he stumbled, his flesh scraping against the rough pavement. But he got up.

Just as he neared the building, a searing pain exploded in his shoulder. The flesh of his completely tore off and burst as he pulled it and flung himself at the roof of the building.

Through the bloodied haze of his vision, he saw her, perched just a few meters in front of him as he rapidly approached. His hand reached out to grab her, battered fingers trembling and twitching.

He was so close, close enough to see the watery glistening in the woman's purple eyes. He hated them more than anything else in the world.

Bang!

He screamed when he awoke. "Gah!"
"He's awake! Get the restraints!"

His eyes wildly darted around the room he was in.

"The sedatives!"

A clean sterile room, where he was surrounded by doctors who towered over him.

"Quick! Quick!"

He wildly trashed, his hand reaching for one of the doctor's faces.

"Damn!"

His body lurched as he felt clamps fix themselves onto his wrist.

"Inject it!"

A wild shriek found its way from him as he felt something stab his arm. He kicked his legs and bit what was left of his tongue as the edges of his vision darkened.

A raspy, grating voice from his right as he felt doctors prod and poke his wounds, "Welcome to Tartarus kid."

A violet path unfurled before him, winding through a landscape that seemed to shift and warp with every step he took. The urge to panic clawed at his chest, but an unnatural calmness fell over him like a blanket, suppressing the frantic beating of his heart.

He turned his head to find a sea of cattle in every direction but forward, none daring to step onto the path. They mooed and squealed as he started walking down the path, feet trotting against the soft material.

He could distantly hear the sound of a dog barking, but a horrid ringing in his ears drowned it out. It felt like it was consuming him, it was all he could think about, that damn ringing.

The sunny sky around him darkened into an unnaturally deep shade of black, and the sounds of cattle began dying down. He looked to his right and found them lying on the floor, their necks twisted in a cruel manner.

It felt like hours passed as he walked, until the path had darkened into a red and all the cattle had disappeared.

He skimmed his eyes along the dark burgundy petals of the flowers that had rapidly started blooming along the edge of the path. He reached out to touch them, only to recoil in pain as their thorns pierced his skin, drawing forth a crimson tide that mingled with the darkness below.

As he nursed his fingers, the ground beneath him seemed to grow stickier the farther along he walked. Every step seemed to absorb him further into the ground until it felt like he was wading through a sea of honey.

He distantly registered the sound of a dog through the ringing and dully felt its fur rub against him. He looked down, and it pointed with its three heads, which for some reason just seemed right, back to the path. In front of him, a beautiful, medieval gate stood. Each curve and twist of the elaborate design shone a vibrant purple hue, contrasting it with the dark sky around him.

The dog happily barked and yipped as it led him forward, gently pulling him toward the gate. With every step he took, his legs grew duller, the ringing grew louder. Just as he stepped past the gate, it all disappeared, leaving his mind in a state of clarity, and allowing him to feel a terrible dreadful pressure on his whole body.

Before him, a pit reached deep into the ground, void and never-ending. He looked behind him and found no gate. Just darkness. Turning his gaze back on the pit, he felt his eyes stuck on it, unable to leave it no matter how he tried to pull them away.

His legs were moving. He didn't know why, but he could feel himself walking forward like he wasn't in control of his own body. He felt warmth flow over him as he stood at the edge of the pit, its inky blackness, growing every second he looked at it.

As he fell through the air, nothing but a void around him, he screamed.

AN:

this is kinda Amon kinda OC bc hes not gonna be exactly like amon

Ngl I wanted to make someone similar to amon so i just used amon's name

this could rlly just be read as an oc, ngl amons just clickbait lmao