Solani, my Hero

A/N The story of My Hero Academia is not my original thoughts. I don't own the rights to it and y'all should go check it out. I'm an amateur so please give your thoughts to the first chapter.

(Solani POV)

This dream again, haven't had it in years. I was eight when this happened.

"Solani, come here!" A young girl told me.

"Of course, sis." I tell her as I run over with a smile on my face.

I finally catch up and she wants to go back home. And then she runs off again.

"Come on slow poke." She yells as she is already running.

"Slow down, I can't keep up." I pant as I try to catch my breath. I mean I may be 8 but I'm not the most fit.

About 20 minutes pass in about a second and we are back home. 

"Come on, sis. You're 4 years older than me. Of course you'll be more able to run more."

"Aren't kids suppose to be energetic?" She asked as we both break into laughter and we walk into the house.

"Welcome home, not causing trouble again I hope." Our mom teases us. About 5 days ago my sister helped me from a few bullies. She roughed them up a bit. And she got in trouble at home.

"No, of course not." My sister proclaimed.

"Are you sure? Solani, is she telling the truth?"

"Of course mother. She was just teasing me a bit and that's it. Honest."

"Okay, I believe you. But I can never get over how mature you both are for such a young and tender age."

"Of course we are mature. We are your children. So what is the dinner tonight?" My sister asks my mother.

"Stew, and your father will be home from work soon. The office will allow him since it's your birthday today, Amare." My mother says to my sister.

I almost forgot it was my sisters birthday today. She did just turn 12. I mean I know I knew it but I never really thought of it.

About 2 hours later father comes home and we start eating. We aren't out of the ordinary. My parents were quirkless and my sister was too. So I was never tested. I never spit fire or did any weird stuff before. But after my sister blew out the candles to her cake. My whole future would change.

She blew out the candles and about 12 minutes later someone knocked on the door. My dad goes to answer it. I wish he didn't...

The next thing we hear is the sound of flesh being cut. My dad's throat was slit. He was bleeding out.

"Get the phone and call the police! NOW!"my mother screamed at us as she was in shock of the death of our dad.

WHY US? WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ANYONE! WHY WERE WE TARGETED?

My sister grabs me and starts running. We run for the back door as liquid rises and blocks out path. A quirk.

She takes me to the upstairs and we figure that the window is the best bet. And as we try that I look behind us and see my mother getting killed. The liquid was the blood from my dad and he used it to cut my mother. Is it the iron in the blood? NO THIS ISN'T THE TIME TO THINK!

My sister starts to open the window as we hear the sound of boots on the wooden stairs. He is getting closer.

"Okay, so Solani. You're gonna jump out of the window and run, okay? Under you should be safe, it would prevent any damage."

"But what about you?"

"I'll keep him away from you. Trust in your sister. You won't be harmed I promise. Do you trust me?"

"Yes!" I start crying. I know she is gonna sacrifice herself. Just why us?

The door gets kicked open. And this man, I'll never forget his face. Half of his face seems burnt as the other half is normal. He has scars and tattoos all over his face. He runs towards us as my sister is helping me out.

"GO!" She yells at me to leave.

"But..."

"NO BUTS JUST GO!" She basically throws me out. Or tried to.

"Where do you think you're goin?" A deep and echoey voice spoke. It's the man. He grabbed my sister who didn't help me leave yet. I can't leave without her.

"Leave us alone!" My sister screams. As she is crying.

"It's fine, you'll be able to reunite with your family. Poor papa and mama." He breaks into a creepy laugh. It sends shivers throughout my spine.

"Leave her alone!" I run up and punch him. And I did just about as much damage as a weak 8 year old would do. As he started laughing my sister tried to help me.

"Don't you dare." He says as he is looking at my sister. He uses the blood from my parents that he gathered to cut my sister.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" I scream as I wish for power. I WANT TO PROTECT HER. But I know I can't.

She drops to the floor as he stares at me.

"Do you wanna die too?"

"Why? Why did you do any of this?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Then why my parents blood... just how?" I'm crying.

"My quirk allows me to manipulate the iron in blood to move it. I can't move other stuff but I can move the blood itself. I can turn it into weapons and many other forms. And as to clear any other points. I wanted to kill people. By I don't want to die. So a quirkless family is best."

"..." So this is how the world works... I'm just an ignorant child. But I need to protect her. I WILL SAVE MY SISTER!

"Die!" The man uses the blood to try to attack me.

"NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I somehow stop the blood in mid air. I know I did... and I can feel it. Somehow I am controlling it and I won't let him have it back.

"What?" He asks. As I use the blood to kill him. I don't care anymore. This world is corrupt and I need to purify it. I DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT, BUT I WILL PROTECT MYSELF. I WILL CULL THE HERD!

"Solani..." My sister weakly states.

"Yes!" I scream as I lose control of the blood and it falls. I go on my knees and I hold her hand crying.

"I love you."

"I love you too sis!" I am crying even more. I couldn't see even if I wanted to.

"I'm sorry..."

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" I scream.

""I'm sorry. Solani..."

"Please don't leave me!"

"Solani, you protected me. Thank you."

"OF COURSE I WOULD PROTECT YOU!" I am crying even harder. My vision goes red. I don't know why.

"You saved me... Solani, my hero. It has a nice ring to it..."

"Of course it does. You came up with it." I respond to my sister. But she never says another world. I scream out to the world. I scream so hard my throat starts bleeding. But by the time the authorities found me I was unconscious next to my dead sister. Holding her hand.