AN: This takes place about three days before the Sports Festival
"This new Vigilante, calling himself Гнев, has taken down yet another small group of criminals, leaving none of them alive yet again. So, tell me, what do you think of the vigilante who's been eradicating villains, adding more names to the murders?" The interviewer asks, looking at Kamui Woods, who's sitting across from her, and he sighs
"As many people know, Death Arms was a close friend of mine. This Гнев, as he calls himself, is nothing more than a criminal playing the hero. Mark my words, he will be brought to justice, by hands, or by the hands of another hero." Kamui Woods replies, and I stop listening to the TV that's playing the interview.
I'm leaning against a wall in Central perk, dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt with a large white 'Security' on it, as well as a pair of black jeans, and a black baseball cap. My red hightops are the only non-black part of my uniform. Disregarding my hair, which is no longer my natural green, but has now been died with strips of black running down the entire length of my hair, which is down in a short low ponytail.
I've been working here for about 4 months, and it's been mostly smooth sailing. Because this place is fairly quiet, I haven't had to do much actual 'work'. I mean, sure, I've had to pull apart a few customers, and I've thrown 1 out, but other than that, it hasn't been all that bad. Akayami got a job at Central Perk about a month after staying with us, when she regained enough strength. Mishka can work wonders given time and an excessive food budget.
"Tsuyoi!" Ikakku calls, and I turn to look at him, his purple eyes calm and controlled.
"Yeah?" I ask, and he makes a waving motion with his silvery, prosthetic hand. I leave my spot on the wall, and walk over to him.
"That you again?" He whispers, gesturing to the TV.
"And what if it was?" I ask, and he chuckles.
"Just shocked you keep on pulling stuff like that off, that's all. So that's, what, like 60 now?" The man asks, and I shake my head
"The media is covering up half of the stuff I do. I have much more blood on my hands. I've killed 136 people as of late. I suspect the heroes and police are keeping them out of the media, or they're controlling it. I don't have enough evidence yet, but something is going on with the Heroes. I've been browsing some dark web servers, and some of the shit that some heroes are being accused of....yeah, let's just say it's not exactly legal or ethical. I need some more solid evidence though." I reply, and Ikakku raises an eyebrow
"What kind of shit?" He asks, and I sigh
"Uh......the least disturbing thing is the amount of murders, I would say. Some have only one or two, but some hundreds, or even thousands. The higher you go, generally, the more dead there are. Lowball estimates for Endeavor's killcount are 1,000. And that's lowballing it." I say, and Ikakku's eyes widen
"Seriously? I mean...shit. Is that villains, or civilians, or......." He says, his voice trailing off.
"Yes. Civvies, Villains, all of the above. Like I said, the higher you go, the worse it is. I cannot, however, find anything on All Might. Like, at all. Either, he's just as perfect as he claims, or everything he has is buried so deep, I can't find it." I say, and Ikkaku chuckles.
"What, are you so annoyed at heroes that you can't believe that one hero could be good?" He asks, and I shrug
"No. There are two, but I can't confirm anything about the claims yet. Between the two of them, both of whom are in the top 100, they have no kills that have even been leveled against them. So I'm hopeful, if nothing else." I mutter, and he nods
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Wrath, Violence, and Love. (Izutoru)
FanfictionIzuku Midoriya. Quirkless. Has been his entire life. Always will be. And yet, that's not all. He's bullied. Despite the impressively shitty hand life had dealt him, he still pushes forward, trying to become a hero. But when he gets shot down by his...
