Yup. Stealing the title from the game. I couldn't be bothered to think of an original idea, so you know.
Fuck it.
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Reggie: "You look...uh..."
(Y/N): "I know how I look, Reggie. I own a mirror."
Maybe it's the cargo pants. He has to wear a pack or bulletproof vest to hold his items, meanwhile I prove the tactical inferiority of both bulletproof vests and purses with my extra leg pockets. The fool.
Reggie: "Ok, that's great and all, but why the glow sticks?"
(Y/N): "I can switch to neon with those-"
I held up one of my smoke grenades.
(Y/N): "-and switch to smoke with these."
Reggie: "Look at you, using your brain like an adult."
(Y/N): "Oh dear god. I need to do something stupid to counteract this."
Reggie: "(Y/N)."
(Y/N): "Reggie."
Between our intellectual discussion, we reached a locked gate that lead into an official looking building. Now, I'm pretty athletic, I have to be to climb buildings and do vigilante stuff, but Reggie? Sure, he can run, but...
Let's just say it was funny watching him fail at climbing a fence. I suggested to shoot the lock, but he said that would "attract too much attention" and "waste ammo". So I just jumped over. Since it was both rusted and had a lock, I couldn't let him in, so I went in alone while he continued to attempt to climb the fence.
Keyword being attempt.
Turning into smoke and slowly seeping into the building, I found a...Well, I was expecting more to be honest. The building was fairly big, so you'd think she'd use more of it, but no. She just had a little hideout near the entrance. Taking a photo, I send it to Reggie to get his take on things.
And if that ain't a good angle, I don't know what is.
(Y/N): "Brent, Brent, Brent, Brent...this all says Brent."
Reggie: "Any idea who that is?"
(Y/N): "I don't know, a lover? Ex-boyfriend? A brother? All three?"
Reggie: "That's stupid."
(Y/N): "You're stupid."
Reggie: "Hold On, I'll look him up in the database..."
It took a while for him to do anything because he had to go back to his car, and...he's slow, but eventually, he spoke again.
Reggie: "Okay, I got a match. Brent Walker, He was a druggie, found dead in an alley with a single unidentifiable wound in his chest being the cause."
(Y/N): "Any family?"
Reggie: "Hold on...Yes, his parents and a little sister named Abigail-fetch Walker. She had a quirk since she didn't have a double jointed pinkie toe, but she went missing before it manifested."
I left the building as he talked about her, and then I saw it. An undeniably familiar pink glow in the distance.
(Y/N): "Well, looks like she isn't missing anymore. 6 o'clock."
(Y/N): "I'll chase her, you get backup! I've seen what she can do, and she's dangerous!"
Draining one of my glow sticks, I started to run after her, sprinting up and over buildings with ease. Though, it seems she didn't notice me, as she slowly made her way to the docks.
I go here a lot too, huh?
Ducking behind some crates next to a seafood place, I heard her talking to herself.
Fetch: "Mmm...man that smells good. Why didn't I take some money off those dealers?"
(Y/N): "You're too busy running from the cops to think straight."
Fetch: "Yeah, That makes sen-Wait."
She then turned around to see me looking down on her menacingly from on top of the boxes, my eyes and arms glowing.
Fetch: "You!"
(Y/N): "Me."
She panicked, firing off blasts of neon at me while she ran away. Turning on the location tracker on my phone, I started to chase her across town again. God DAMN IT, WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING FAST?! Aiming for her legs, I try to shoot her to slow her down, but my accuracy is...lacking, to say the least. Maybe this was a bad idea...
Nah.
Pushing my limits, I start to catch up to her, still shooting at her to keep her in my sights. My legs are starting to hurt... the amount of stress being put on them is starting to take its toll, but I can't stop now. Not when I'm so close to catching her. Time seemed to slow as I aimed another shot, managing to shoot her in the shoulder and causing her to trip and tumble. Taking the opportunity to run over a smoke stack and absorb some smoke, I threw a small dark orb at her, which exploded into a large cloud of soot, ash, and smoke. She's temporarily blinded and sent into a coughing fit, giving me more time to get in close.
Grabbing her by the arm, I slam her down onto the floor. Unfortunately for both of us, we were standing on a skylight, and I broke it, causing us both to fall into the building. Managing to flip herself out of my grip, she hastily shot me in the face with another neon blast, knocking me out. Landing with a heavy thud, I could feel something warm running down both my cheek and forehead. Something...red.
My vision was tunneled in by whiteness, and i dizzily got up, brushing off some glass shards from my jacket as my vision returned. Looking around, I was surrounded by large neon lights propped up on boxes, and she was on a catwalk, absorbing the neon from one of the signs.
Switching back to neon, I destroyed the sign she was absorbing from with a shot, but she had absorbed enough to fight again. Seeing her arms glow, I preemptively dodge, a large neon beam barely missing me. Running towards her, she stops me in my tracks with a shot to the chest. Jumping over to another part of catwalk, she drained more signs as she shot down upon me, raining down a barrage of neon lights.
I don't know if it was because I had her same quirk or what, but none of them pierced my skin. It felt like I was being punched rapidly from above, not being shot. Unfortunately, she noticed I wasn't dying too. In a moment of anger and confusion, she let up on the barrage for a split second. That was all the time I needed.
Grabbing one of my smoke grenades from my jacket, I tossed it up at her just as she continued to shoot. A beam hit it, causing it to explode into a cloud of thick smoke. Jumping through and absorbing a small about of the cloud, I burst out of it, my arm wrapped in my chain and smoke. My punch landed with an burst of Smoke and embers, knocking Fetch off the catwalk and onto the floor, unconscious.
Jumping down to her unconscious body, I wrapped her arms up with my chain and destroyed all of the neon lights so that if she was to wake up before the police or heroes come to take her away, she has no way of recharging.
Still...I feel kinda bad. I mean, I know what she was doing, and why she was doing it. She's not evil, I've seen that. She's just...misguided from guilt.
This...this might be the wrong thing to do.
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Believe me when I say this:
Half chapters are fucking TORTURE to write. I blame Obama. I don't what he did, but he did it and it's his fault.
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While the police collect evidence (as if the don't have enough), I pick up a photo of Fetch. She was a little girl, and her brother was at her side, smiling. Memories, HER memories start to flash by in my head of her life with her brother, and the promise she made to him.
I don't know if it was the guilt from the memories, the fall from the skylight, but or both, but my head starts to hurt like hell...man, I am having serious moral issues.
Reggie: "Not Bad, (Y/N). Keep this up, WITH MY PERMISSION, and you might have a career in law enforcement. Might."
(Y/N): "I'd rather eat a hammer."
Reggie: "That's very specific."
(Y/N): "To be fair, I've eaten the bone of hams before. Metal can't be that much worse."
Reggie: "It probably is, and we're getting off topic. Nice work on taking in Ms. Walker."
(Y/N): "Fetch."
Reggie: "...Uh..."
(Y/N): "Her name is Fetch."
Reggie: "O-Kay... Nice work on taking in 'Fetch'."
(Y/N): "Hmph."
I'm not in the mood to deal with Reggie's professionalism, so I Nope out of the conversation by absorbing the light of one of my glow sticks and jumping out of the broken skylight.
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(Y/N): *Stares off into the distance while looking all stoic and badass*
Kirishima: "I wonder what he's thinking about...He looks So manly and serious..."
(Y/N), Thoughts: "Do dogs think in barks?"
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Nobody's POV
Night falls, and A truck transporting Fetch is driving down an isolated stretch of road, taking her to a prison cell made specifically for her. Inside, her hands are bound by thick, heavy metal restraints. Two guards are sitting with her, armed with shock batons, tear gas, and tasers.
Further down the road, a lone figure stands in the middle, dressed in a black suit and plastic yellow smiley-face mask. His hands have gloves, and his head is completely covered in bandages. The driver spots them, and honks. The Masked man only stares, squeezing something in his hand.
Suddenly, a click can be heard as large road spikes pop up just in front of the truck. The driver tries to stop, but it's too late, and the front tires are shredded, the truck now completely out of control. Just as the truck was about to hit the man, he runs forward and jumps over the truck, throwing an explosive at one of the tires, destroying one of the back tires and sending it into a ditch.
The driver, co-driver, and guards all come out, drawing their weapons, but the man is gone. Suddenly the co-driver is knocked out by something hitting the back of his head, hard. Said thing lets out a cloud of smoke, the driver being grabbed and yanked out of the cloud.
The guards jump out after him, but one of the guards gets held back by something...someone, And is promptly knocked unconscious. The last guard panics, pulling out and shooting his taser blindly into the cloud. It hits something, and electrocuted them, but then...the other guard falls out of the cloud, two small metal prongs stuck in his body.
As a last ditch attempt to save himself, he drops down his tear gas. The masked man, seemingly unaffected by the gas, slowly walks up to the guard, who's frozen in place by fear. Igniting his shock baton, he goes for a jab at the Masked man with his baton, who parries with the other guards baton. Punching the guard in the stomach, the masked man ignites his own baton, and whacks the guard across the face, releasing a burst of sparks on impact. Sparks...
And embers.
The masked man rolls out one his sleeves, and the gas and smoke start to swirl around in a slow vortex, leading into his wrist. As the man absorbs the last of the smoke and gas, he pulls out a small container of viscous liquid from his suit, shaking it. It's starts to glow, and the man clenches it in his hand.
Tossing away the, now empty, container, he opens the doors in the back of the truck. Fetch, fearing for her life at the sight of the masked man, takes a swing at him. He just catches her by the restraints, and yanks her out of the truck.
Fetch: "W-Who the hell are you?! What are you-"
She was answered before she could even ask, as her restraints were blasted by a large flash from the mans hand, freeing her.
The man spoke, his voice deep and electronic.
???: "Leave japan. Go to America."
Fetch: "What? Why?"
???: "...You'll be able to keep your promise there. You're not welcome in Japan anymore. In America, you will be."
With that, the masked man walked away. Fetch was about to chase after him, since she still didn't know who he was, why he helped her, or if he's friend or foe, but the man then started to run. Faster and faster, he glowed white, leaving glowing afterimages as her disappeared down the road.
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(Y/N) POV
So...I've learned some things today.
One, I figured out what glow sticks are made of and how they glow. Two, I figured out how to control the color of my neon. Don't ask how, but I'm just gonna stick with the classic pink and blue. Three, suits are really hard to run in.
Now, I'm only left with one question:
Did I do the right thing?
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Nobody's POV
In a seedy bar somewhere in the city, a man in a white and black tracksuit drinks. He's bald, his skin is extremely pale, his teeth are sharp like knives, and his eyes are red. But the strangest part about him is what's under his skin. The veins in his neck and temple are visible, black as tar.
He overhears a conversation between two criminals who escaped after the failed attack of the USJ. listening in, he realizes that what they're talking about is of interest to him.
Criminal: "Damn that vigilante bastard...if he wasn't there, we would've been scot-fucking-free to do whatever we wanted. We would've been paid enough to get out this stupid town and live the easy life, but Noooo. He just had to ruin it."
Criminal#2: "I hear ya. Bastard didn't even have a quirk before, why does he have one now?! Little fucker must've hid it before. Who the hell does he think he is?"
Criminal: "He probably thinks he's gonna be the next all-might! I swear, the next time I see him..!"
???: 'well...this is certainly very interesting. I guess I'll question these guys."
The criminal left the bar soon after, the pale man following them. As they turn a corner, a black and red lightning bolt strikes one of the criminals in the back, leaving a large burn mark across their back. Pulling a gun, the other criminal looks around, scared shitless. Not seeing anyone else, He then starts to run away, but is stopped by the pale man dropping down from above in front of him.
The pale man grabs the criminal by the throat, slamming him into the wall and holding up his other hand, arcs of black and red lighting running up and down his arm. Placing a hand on the criminals head, he shocks their brain, stealing their memories of what happened at the USJ, killing him in the process. He sees the face of the one he's been looking for.
The face... of (Y/N).
Dropping the dead criminals body, his cheeks flex into a horrific grin, and he lets out a gravelly chuckle.
???: "Finally found you, Smoking gun. I doubt you'll remember me. But you won't forget me this time."
"Let's see if you remember the name; Cole MacGrath."
Placing a small USB on the corpse, Cole then walks away into the night.
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OH FUCKIN' BOI IT'S EVIL COLE
GET YOUR ASSES READY BECAUSE SHITS GONNA GET REAL FUCKED.
In like... I don't know, Whenever I do the Hosu Incident Arc. I think. Maybe. Possibly.
I really should have thought this out better, huh?
Well, whatever. Least I'm finally done with this damn chapter.
K bye.