Note: I'm going to switch to 1st person and also I've decided to make it so you can choose your hero name (cause all my ideas were bad).
H/N = hero name
Enjoy!!
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It had been about two weeks since Hawks and I had met on the rooftop, but it wasn't like I was missing him...
Definitely not.
I geared up into my hero suit and packed my support items. The only job I had for today was to patrol certain districts of the city while other pros took other parts. The day had been pretty boring so far because the crime rate of this area had been really low since it was regularly crawling with the top pro heroes. As I continued with my walk, I passed by an alleyway that led to the parallel side of the street. "I mean, if it is a shortcut, I might as well take it," I muttered as I whistled my way through the alley. As I walked deeper and deeper into the alley, everything became quiet. Too quiet. I stopped where I was as I heard faint footsteps behind me. "There must be at least 2, no 3 people behind me," I thought as slowly turned around. There, 3 guys stood in front of me and while I looked at them, 3 more appeared behind me. "Why are you here?" I yawned as I placed my hand on my hip, frowning. From the group, a muscular man took a heavy step towards me, though I was still unphased. He was much taller than me and had on what seemed to be heavy, black, metal armor. His breathing was muffled but loud because of his full-face mask. His fiery red eyes looked me up and down until I broke the silence. "Are you going to answer my question or are you just going to keep panting like a goddamn dog?" I blurted as I raised my eyebrow. No response. "Seriously what is with this guy?" I thought.
"The No. 11, H/N." he snickered in his deep masculine voice. "We've been following you for some time, waiting eagerly for the perfect moment to strike." he monologued. "You see, we are devout followers of the Hero Killer, Stain's ideology. Though he has been locked up for some time, we still are determined to carry out his mission. With this in mind, H/N, we see you unfit to be a hero in our society and now that I've found you..." he took a step closer and closer until he was only a few inches from my face. He leaned down and scanned my face with his wild eyes. "I know for certain you are a false hero, only taking the title because of your own selfish intentions," he hissed in my face as his tone began to get angrier. Suddenly, he punched the ground, causing the ground to create a spike path that came quickly towards me. I tried to move, but my efforts didn't work as my body couldn't jump out of the way quickly enough. The spikes quickly made an impact on me and cut from my stomach all the way to my chin before the force of the blow pushed me backward. As I fell to the ground on my side, I screamed in pain as I heard familiar heavy footsteps approach me. The villain then lifted his heavy boot and pounded it on my head with enough force to cause pain, but not to kill me right then and there. My head pounded as blood began to come out of my head, causing me to feel weak and my vision to blur. Applying more pressure, the villain leaned down to look at me in my helpless state one more time before he created a sharp spike from the ground, ripped it out of the ground, and positioned it near my head; getting ready to run it right through.
"Please..." I softly pleaded to turn my head ever so slightly to meet my eyes with his fiery red eyes. All he did was look at me before kicking me in my gut and hoisting his spear in the air.
He thrust his spear straight down to your head.
"Die."
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It's been so long since the first part and I'm sorry, but I hoped you liked it...? This is my first story so please If you have any suggestions/constructive criticism or questions feel free to comment! I love reading comments from you guys!
Till next time (definitely not 3 weeks).