'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- a burning memory -

"Was it only this apartment?"

"It was a target. One of the bystanders saw a group of gangsters do it."

The talk was off and on, they started to mention the police talking to the watchers on who caused the fire. It was clear who did it and why. When they realize it was the hero's home it would be clear to them.

Anyone from the grubs would do this. Any gang would seek revenge in a twisted state. The villain could have done this if anything. There was a reason Oxzy kept his home secret, to make sure no one knows his life. It got nowhere, he was found out with evidence of the burnt home. The police couldn't do anything. It would be up to the hero to deal with it by himself.

It was expected.

Oxzy stayed huddled up. He should leave, the men would find him in such a state would spark talking.

But the hero couldn't. He felt limp, it was like his own bones were crushed into pieces. His heart felt like it had stopped, he knew there was nothing left.

His home was gone.

His cat was gone.

His mother was gone...

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~Daylight, the elementary school(years ago)~
It all started with a fire at the elementary school. The cause of the fire was unknown, the station called for the hero to help aid them. Oxzy came quickly, rushing into the fire without a second thought.

He was burnt, hit around by falling bricks, but he kept going. He realized quickly that he was too late to save everyone. The fire spread way too quickly around the classrooms, children were stuck inside. Even so, Oxzy still pushed through.

He used his shoulder to push the doors open, ignoring the purple bruise that grew after every hit he got out of the window. They fled from the fire as the hero kept going.

Turning back around, he did that to every room. He had to run past burnt bodies, keeping his focus on this horrific pattern to save as many as he could.

The smoke filled his lungs, hitting him off the ground, he got back up to continue. Running down the halls to see if he missed anyone, he caught sight of a little boy who was stuck under a fallen door.

Oxzy rushed to him out, swiping his hands on the way, he shot the wood away. He turned back around in the direction of the exit.

With the little boy in his hands, he dashed back to the exit. He felt the fire running after him, loud popping sounds were coming from behind him. It sounded like an acceleration, something was building up.

The hero quickened, he tried to form more ice to help him speed up but nothing came from his drained body. So he kept running. His legs burned, body sweat from the heat all around him. He held the whimpering boy closer, the view of the open school doors coming into view.

The ceiling above him began to fall, that paired with the popping becoming louder, Oxzy knew he had to make this or else he would be dead. Using as much energy as he could, the floor from behind him tilted upward to block the incoming explosion.

"No!"

A tiny scream sounded from behind him. The hero took a look behind him, his eyes landed on a small girl, standing from a fallen door. She looked around frantically, calling out to someone.

The hero heard nothing but the explosion. He was right next to the door when it hit, he could barely put up the root barrier just in time. The rocks covered the two from the explosion. The hero landed outside of the building, taking the hit to protect the small boy in his arms.