The Apex Hero: Bioterror

Chapter 25

Izuku was almost halfway through the course when purple smoke started drifting through the woods alongside the smell of burning. 'That's odd. No one at camp has a gas quirk... oh, I see what's happening. Fuck.'

Izuku raced through the woods, now donned in his hero ensemble, towards Kouta's hideout as Mandalay gave everyone a mental warning about the villains. 'Kouta might be a kid with issues but he's still just a kid. And even if he's not there, it's a good vantage point to get a better look at everything. I wish I knew whether or not they had ranged fighters, at least then I could use Raptor just to fly over everything.'

Climbing up the mountain, Izuku sees a mountain of a man swinging a fist down on Kouta. Without thinking, he uses an air dash to quickly reach him and push him out of the way. This unfortunately put him in the boys place. 'This is gonna suck.'

The force behind the blow reduced a good portion of Izuku to a fine black paste on the rocks. "Well shit. Wasn't expecting that. Lucky for me though, he was on the priority kill list, and I've only been for five minutes. Now," he turns and starts advancing on Kouta "where were we? Right, your cool hat."

"Oi, protein-for-brains!" Surprised by the voice, the large villain turns back to see Bio-Terror reorganising himself with a series of pops and cracks. When his body is back in order, he tilts his head and pops something in his neck before putting his fists in a boxer's stance, his jagged red eyes narrowed in imitation of a glare. "I didn't hear no bell, dickhead."
The villain smiles at him, looking manic. "Well this just got interesting." The villain bends down slightly and charges at him, his arms becoming covered in extra layers of exposed muscle. "Show me some blood!"
"I don't have any but you're free to go looking!"

He takes note of the villain's abilities as he approaches. 'Some kind of a transformation-augmentation quirk.' The villain backhands him, embedding him into the mountain side. 'I can't use the knockout pathogens, with how big he is it would take longer to reach his brain, especially if he's making more muscles and getting bigger. And if Kouta gets a whiff and passes out before him then that's a whole other problem.'

The villain puts a hand next to the indent Bio-Terror was buried in. "Before we keep going, you know where Bakugou is? Gotta fill out my job requirements."
'They want Bakugou? What for?' He would have smirked if he had the face for it. "Have you checked your own ass?"
"I'll mark you down as "I dunno"." He winds back a fist and smashes Bio-Terror's face in. "You really don't have any blood. This black stuff ain't a half bad substitute though."

As the villain winds back a fist once again, a peddle knocks into his head before he can follow through with the attack. Kouta speaks, tears running down his face. "You're Muscular. The one who killed my mama and papa... the water hose heroes.. did you torture them like this too?!"
"You're the kid of those heroes? Call this fate, they're the one that gave me this eye." He caves in Bio-Terror's chest just as his head finishes reforming. "I ain't bitter about it. I love killing and they got in my way, that's just how it is. If anything it's their fault for trying to stop me from having my fun when they couldn't measure up." He raises a fist over Kouta's head. "Tell your folks I said, "hi" for me would ya?"

"I don't think so."
Muscular turns his head. "Here comes the immortal wonder boy." As more muscles form over Muscular's arms, Bio-Terror tangles his arm in one of them. Turning it into a whipfist, he ducks over and around the villain's body, binding his joints before settling on his shoulders, legs locked around the muscle bound criminal's neck before declining a decisive punch to his temple.

This knocks him off balance for a brief moment, but he recovers astonishingly quickly. "You hit hard, but you have nothing I can't handle."
"Then it's a good thing I have a plan B." He suddenly pulls on the whipfist like a ripcord, untangling the end of it from the muscle fibres and causing the scale-like barbs along it to dig into Muscular's joints.
With a cry of pain, he falls prone on the rocky ground. "I can't move. The fuck did you do to me?!"

Turning his whipfist back into a hand, Bio-Terror ignores the blood splattered across his body from the damage he inflicted and instead picks up a small chunk of Muscular's muscle fibres that came off, consuming it from his palm. He didn't want to freak out Kouta and have him asking where the blood all went. "I severed your tendons. Doesn't matter how strong or fast you are if you can't move. Don't worry, if we can scare off your friends fast enough, you might be salvageable. But I wouldn't hold your breath. Come on Kouta."

"Why?" Bio-Terror turns to the kid, tears running down his face. "Why did you save me? All I did was punch you in the balls and call you names. So why did you save me after he killed you a bunch of times?"

Bio-Terror's face becomes a black mass, turning into Izuku's. He was a being of mimicry, so he copied a smile similar to what he saw from Kirishima, minus the sharp teeth. "Because that's what heroes do. Now come on, we need to go help your aunt."