MHA: A Cat's Way

Ch 5 Water Hose vs Musculature

His face fixed into a snarl, the villain glares at Water Hose. "I'll fucking end you!" His muscles burst forth from his legs, the same as his arms. As I watch, it seems like long and thick tendrils extend from his chest, wrapping that as well. Now everything except his head is covered in muscles, and it looks really freaky.

So he's not enlarging his muscles, but growing new ones. Ugh, he looks so unpleasant.

Water Hose exchange glances with each other, traces of worry appearing on their faces. The husband speaks before the wife can. "If we run, he'll target any civilians he can find. We need to hold on until reinforcements get here." His wife gives a sharp nod, determination filling her features.

"Then let's show him what we can do." The two of them dodge to either side as the villain launches himself at them again, the street now utterly pulverized from his powerful attacks.

Water Hose works together to launch a powerful jet at the villain's back, causing him to stumble. But despite the force in the attack, the damage didn't go beyond the muscles of his quirk. Clicking his tongue, the husband dodges another strike.

This continues for another few minutes, Water Hose dodging attacks, the villain being unharmed by theirs.

Then they start to hear the sirens. The husband visibly relaxes, a slight amount of tension leaving his shoulders.

He doesn't live to regret it.

Taking advantage of his slightly lowered guard, the villain launches himself forward with more force than he's shown to possess so far, the muscles on one leg growing larger than the other for a brief moment.

Unable to dodge in time with his hands still extended towards the villain, the husband shoots out one last jet, fuelled by the desperation of both him and his wife.

The villain tries to block, and for a moment he seems to succeed, with the water hitting the edge of the muscles on his arm. His smirk vanishes when the water cuts through it and into his left eye though.

With a roar of rage and pain, the villain's arm enlarges even further, and he slams it down onto the husband's head.

There's no crack.

No sound of his skull breaking under the power of the villain's fist.

Just a loud *THUMP* as the villain buries his fist, and the husband, deep into the cement.

For a moment, there's silence except for the sirens. Then the wife's despair filled cries ring out.

She stares at the spot her husband was just at as she drops to her knees. Her arms drop to her sides and she doesn't react as the villain pulls his blood coated fist from the ground.

Blood drips from a long gash running over his face while he directs a hatred filled glare at the wife. He walks towards her. Not fast. But with the slow inevitability of one who knows with certainty the outcome.

And then a furious cat jumps on his head.

He screams as I claw at his face, dodging his grasping hands as I try to dig into his already open wound. My claws leave superficial wounds on his face, but once it's clear that I won't be able to get at either the wound or his other eye, I try to go for his throat. But he finally manages to grab me. As I feel his hands clench around my small body, my claws dig deep into his mouth, cutting three furrows into the right side.

Then he squeezes and I feel myself *pop*.

𝌡𝌡𝌡

I awaken in class with a start, a loud gasp escaping my lips. Everyone looks at me, surprised at my rough awakening. Usually when I stop possessing one of my cats the shift is gradual, more like reluctantly waking up.

They simply shrug it off, thinking I had a bad dream or something. Meruem is the only one who looks at me with concern, since she's the only one who knows I can possess my cats. Even then the only reason I told her was she knew her dream power didn't affect me in class sometimes.

"What happened? Was it another car? Or some bastard?" Meruem's eyes darken as she recalls the time when someone decided to murder the spy cat I was possessing on a whim. She may be a little ball of sunshine, but mess with her friends and you'll find out how true a certain phrase is. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman'.

I look at her, breathing a bit heavily. I glance around at the other students getting up to have lunch, the teacher having already left. I hold up a finger for her to wait. She does so, fidgeting impatiently. While we wait, I dismiss my spy cat to absorb the day's lesson.

Once the room is clear, I look her in the eyes. With the gravest tone I can manage, I tell her what happened. "The Hero Couple, Water Hose, is dead."