Two Versus Danger.

+ Both +

After a couple more attempts, he gave in and let me out. I felt like I was a kid again, running up to my first day of proper physical education, and I remember beating all those kids like it was nothing.

I was always the one who persevered.

I always say the light in the darkness.

The good in bad souls and the bad in good souls.

But most importantly, I had zero fear of these so-called atrocities.

Better yet, I successfully dodged a pile of crumpled metal as I sprinted through the traffic-jammed streets, the sun still not out and the rain pouring down against the murky clouds. Mere mirtals mewed in the chaos, their frightened bodies weaving through the wreckage, as if sensing the radiation that stuck in the surrounding area. The scent of burnt rubber and gasoline mingled with the faint smell of something far more exciting yet unsettling at the same time.

I wasn't afraid. I never was. The only thing I felt was an overbearing amount of primal hunger, the kind of fight or flight that grazed into Izuku Midoriya's ankles and hips as he ran into danger. Meanwhile, my mind was filling me with joyful messages of gore and delightful 'What ifs'. Ever since the experiments began over in the Lower Fraction—due to the alleged corruption already in each fraction—the underground labs where inhabitable things were bred and tortured, I had become mingled and curious about the chaos they left in their footsteps.

But today, it wasn't just chaos that drew me out. I lie a lot, don't I? It was something bigger, something that rampaged through cars like they were toys for a toddler to eat. The creature was a monstrous reflection of muscle and flesh, an unsettling figure gnashing its teeth at the petrified mortals fleeing about without a plan. Horns and snarls filled the air as another vehicle flew above my head—not too close though—before it came tumbling down onto a pile of scrap metal and flames.

"Yīkào!" my mind urged, a voice drowning in excitement. "Go! Go!" It felt like I had the Teen Titan theme tune stuck in my head.

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*epic beats and music*
T  E  E  N    T  I  T  A  N  S
TEEN TITANS, LET GO!
*more epic beats and music*

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The atrocity turned its beefy bulging eyes toward me. I could feel its gaze throbbing its muscles to size me up like their next 3-course meal, but I was no ordinary prey; I was the hunter. I caught sight of my dagger, glistening in the rain, strapped neatly underneath my school blazer, forgetting I even had school today. The weight of the metal felt comforting against the emptiness of my chest, an extension of my will to live.

All hesitation faded; I charged. Not towards Narnia but towards the anticipation. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, fuelled by images of the creature's brains bursting. The harder I ran, the more vivid my imagination became. Blood spilt across the pavement like an artist's favourite nightmare, howling screams turning into screeches of terror. Like a whole alien stage conducted by my desires.

"Lower Fraction." I thought, chuckling to myself as I didn't have time to breathe. "Never underestimate me. Bitch."

A massive tentacle swiped at me, but I bonked against the grimy cement, away from its reach. I may have spoken too soon. The air smelt of sweet humiliation and the metallic tang of blood—a brew far sweeter to me than it should have been. The cat calls were blocked out of my ears; it was only the two of us now—a mistake and an emotionless wanderer.

I saw my opening from behind its legs, where muscle lashed like an angry snake, leading to a vulnerable part the creature didn't seem to protect. I lunged, dagger at the ready, my senses sharp and more alive than I had been an hour ago. At that moment, the world around me was swallowed by my slow motions and wouldn't plan on being stopped anytime soon—all the different shades of red were making my mouth water and reminding me I was hungry prior.

I struck another blow, carving the dagger into its flesh. The beast made a guttural sound that sent an unfamiliar sense into my bones and rang in my ears like that annoying, eerie sound. But I didn't pull away nor out; I pushed deeper, twisting the blade and using any techniques I could remember from my time in reading—anything I could muster. I could almost taste the adrenaline washing through me like osmosis—the feel of every grim minute that allowed me to etch out its pain.

"Yīkào!" I heard a voice call, louder than the beast's cries, the sense of familiarity wanting to bring myself to look back, but I had more complex fish to fry.

The creature staggered, sheets of rain streaming through pools of blood as its bulk crashed against a toppled car, metal shrieking in distress. I felt the energy within me clench my heart and lungs, now having to be careful with my next move. Each thump from my heart fed my thirst for horror. I wanted to scavenge it all—the chaos, the terror, the beautiful climax of destruction unfolding in front of me using the Freytags Pyramid for each chapter to come.

The beast, now infuriated, tried to bat me again, which I did, Mr. Tumble. I grunted in 'anger' to let myself be hit like that, yet as I stumbled, I could barely regain my balance to what it was before. Its massive claws raked down, slowly making their way through particles and coming closer than I anticipated. There was no fear in my heart. No doubt. It felt as though the world waited for my command, crumbling under the weight of my choices, and if I were to be killed... there would be no Adam and no hope for the Ancestors of Music.

In one swift motion, I rolled to the side, leveraging all my strength and testing the limits of my grazed skin. At this point, I was doing anaerobic respiration, but that didn't stop me... I stood firm, dagger as I read, eyes burning with an inner fire as my smile stayed straighter than my sexuality. Who cared if it was a larger, beefier, titanic massive? All that mattered was sniffing its every flaw, every path it took wrong, and watching it carefully.

Then, in a single dedication to my 'Pookie' agility (#shoutout?), I leapt, driving the dagger into its throat, twisting with purpose. Blood erupted like a long-awaited climax from a woman, warm and rich coating my hands as the creature let out a sound that I like to describe as a cry for help yet a sensational melody I'd come to listen to as my lullaby. Could even beat Thorfinn's melody.

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Hush little baby drift off to sleep.
Stabbing Danish men and laughing while they weep.
When you are a warrior, you'll be strong and tall.
{that's all I can remember}

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It fell, its body spacing on the wet, dusty ground beneath me, sending the last remaining mortals scattering in panic. I stared down at the so-called 'erotic' sighting, breathing heavily, the smell of blood and chaos almost intoxicating in the suffocating dread of silence that followed.

I had done it. I had transformed the pain, the horror, all of it. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't need to keep my darkness hidden any longer. The might of my nightmares pulsed through my fingertips; I could feel it watching down on me and hopefully feeling proud of my work. From that day forward, I would strive in the chaos towards any experimentation that came my way.

Then the sudden drop of adrenaline; perhaps I used too much. It felt good though, yet I was still learning, which sucked like shit. I took a few long gated steps back before doing a Mr. Tumble and getting some shut-eye in.

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"ɎØɄ гР₩ɆⱠⱠ, ฿ØɎ, ฿Ʉ₮ JɄ₴₮ ₩₳ł₮ ₣ØⱤ ₮ⱧɆ ₲ł₣₮ ł Ⱨ₳VɆ ₣ØⱤ ɎØɄ ₦ɆӾ₮."

Yīkào could hear a muffled chuckle coming from the distance before falling into a slumber state...

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