this is the most gore filled thing i've ever written so- //
bakugou chased down the villian they were after, kirishima following right after him. down to the basement and then down a tunnel, neither one of them speaking a word. frustration lingered in the air between them, both not willing to lose this guy again.
at some point kirishima ran ahead of him as the tunnel opened up to reveal a room- a dead end. fucking finally. bakugou smirked, though it didn't last. "eiji no! it's a trap!" he yelled reaching forward to grab his partner as he ran through the door way.
his hands were met with cold metal instead.
"shit-" he held out his palm, setting off an explosion. the door didn't even dent. "what the hell!" he yelled, glancing into the glass to see the villian releasing a purple mist into the air. her quirk- nausea. it would make kirishima's head fuzzy, like he'd gotten wasted or something.
bakugou blasted the glass, though just like the door, there was no effect. he could only watch as the woman grabbed a metal pole from the floor and hit kirishima in the ribs. bakugou made himself sweat, standing back as his gauntlants filled.
another hit to the ribs.
then his knees.
kirishima fell to the floor, using his quirk to harden his whole body.
more mist filled the air and he began to lose control.
another hit and then another and another.
there was blood and that was the last straw.
bakugou pulled the pin, then covering his ears as the tunnel shaked with the explosion he set off. his ears were ringing as he stumbled throught the rubble to retreive his partner. he ran into the glass, which was still up? no!
"FUCKING GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" he pounded on the glass, eyes filling with tears at the sight now. kirishima was laid across the floor, fear filling his already cloudy eyes. his body was forming large bruises.
their eyes met, kirishima pleading with his gaze as if bakugou could do something to make it stop. "help.." he mouthed? bakugou couldn't tell.
katsuki felt like his legs would give in, screaming at the woman who held a cold expression as she hit him repeatedly. she looked at bakugou and laughed cruely. "if i'm going out, i'm taking him with me," she spat loudly, then raising the pole above her head. she broke it down hard over eijirou's head, the crack of his skull even being heard through the glass.
the blonde froze, fear of what would happen to kirishima making him weak. he was being abused beyond this border between them and bakugou couldn't do anything but watch. his partner through everything, the only person he tolerated was being stolen from him one hit at a time.
"STOP, KILL ME!" he screamed, pounding on the glass. "LEAVE HIM ALONE, JUST STOP!" his voice cracked, tears running down his face. eijirou was bleeding all over the floor, his head wound adding to the puddle.
the woman didn't spare another glance his way, bashing kirishima's head in to the point that his eye popped from the socket. the last expression he saw on his face was pure terror before another hit spread his brains across the floor.
the metal pole hit the ground and the woman grabbed a gun from a bag that contained drugs. they were after her for drugs. she would've gotten jail time and would have been released in a few short years. why? why kiri?
his breath hitched as she lined the gun up with her head. "you did this," she told him darkly before pulling the trigger. two bodies spilling blood were on the floor now, the dark liquid mixing together. it spread across their bodies and room like a sick painting.
katsuki couldn't breath. kirishima was gone. his explosions started going off, and he didn't stop them. choked sobs left his lips, though he couldn't hear them. his ears were ringing and blood started running down his own hands.
he didn't know how long he'd been trying to get into the room, but at some point heros arrived and he remembered trying to blast them too. then he couldn't feel his hands anymore, looking down to see the flesh scorched and bright blood spilling from them. he could see his bones on his fingertips, but felt nothing.
the sight had him vomiting. blood everywhere, on the corpses, on him.
nothing but blood.
