-music above used-
ყ/ŋ'ʂ ℘ơ۷
A dim red spotlight appeared around me as I was revealed to the drunken audience.
A few whistles were heard as the music slowly came into earshot.
I began the first verse, the audience whistling, I sang out to them, the music picking up the pace and volume.
The spotlight grew bigger to reveal the band, and the backup singers all in matching short black dresses tuned in. Soon the chorus was sung from my tongue, and my flirtatious smirk grew wider as I saw the target's buddies drop like flies. My voice overcame their choking as they all rested their lifeless bodies against the table.
But the audience was too preoccupied with swaying to the music, enjoying themselves as they drank further, the toxic liquid flying everywhere from their glasses as they danced.
The chorus came along again, and I slipped off my jacket, throwing it into the bustling crowd, some high bloke catching it and passing out.
I played along with the act, swaying my hips slightly in a suggestive manner.
The target was smiling, his intentions clear.
The guitarists played the instrumental, grinning at each other while watching me, where the bridge soon was played, me singing over it, the audience's eyes locked on the stage.
They sang along, their voices all slurred and happy without a care in the world, too engrossed in the moment and not being aware that people around them were suffocating.
I finished the song, bowing. The target clapped heartily, holding his hand out to me as I walked down the stage steps.
I gingerly returned the touch, where some of the attendees of the club ran up to me and asked for an autograph.
Shit.
"Write a random letter, no one will know any better," Tomura's voice in my ears spoke urgently.
I signed the random pieces of paper with the letter 'N'. I had an instinct to write the letter N, not thinking or wondering why, just that it felt important to me. Once I'd finished with the crowd, I said to the target,
"You're awfully quiet..."
He didn't respond, instead he pulled me to him, his hands on my waist.
"Want to get out of here, Red Lips~?"
Me made me sick to my stomach, so much the act was painfully hard to keep up.
"I think you'd look gorgeous in less," he tugged at my dress strap.
"Let's leave this way," I said swiftly, leading him down the hall that lead to the back door.
"I want this over with, I feel nauseous"
I whispered into my earpiece, the crowd still so loud that the target didn't hear me.
"Just bring him out,"
Tomura said, before I turned off the earpiece.
I opened the door, where he exited behind me into a small alleyway beside the club building.I saw a baseball bat laid next to the door.
"Where are we Red- "
He was cut off by me hitting him with the bat.
Third Person's POV
His eyesight was covered in black spots, barely able to keep himself conscious. He tried to push himself up onto his hands, but he was kicked back to the grimy floor.
"You dare touch Y/N-chan like that!" Toga's threatening voice came from the shadows.
He saw a group of people hidden in the darkness, sat on a brick wall and a series of large dustbins.
He scrambled on the floor like a fish out of water.
"W-who are you!?" He called out, fear eminent in his tone.
The figures jumped from their perch, entering the street lamp light. Y/N held the bat in her hand, standing above him.
Toga skipped next to her, holding a knife between two fingers, handing her a pair of white gloves, which she slipped on.
Tomura crouched in front of him.
"Which room is prisoner 001 held in?" He asked.
"I-don't..."
Tomura stood on one of his hands, the crack of bones echoing through the walls. He screamed out in pain.
"In the centre, the building is built around her cage," he cried desperately.
Tomura's foot presses harder against his hand, blood trickling from under his red sneakers.
"Shigaraki," Spinner said gently.
"It's not enough!" He hissed back, "how do we get in,"
"There's a hallway on the south wall that leads directly to the viewing unit," his eyes flooded with tears.
Shigaraki's face looked satisfied, and he removed his foot from the target's hand, nodding to Y/N.
"Please," he begged with terror, "let me go,"
Y/N grasped the bat in her hands, holding it above her head.
"No, you're a sick mammal, and when we're done with you you'll only be able to babble like one, you never treat a lady like that!"
And with that, she slammed the bat into his head, knocking him out. She threw it to the side, blood splatters all over the floor, wall, the weapon, and her gloved hands. She picked them off, and burnt them in her already sizzling, angry hair, the small amount of ashes flying away in the wind.
"Let's go," Spinner called, already jumping over the brick wall to where the van was parked.
Everyone followed, climbing the dustbins and leaping over, Twice carrying the target over his shoulder. He hoisted the unconscious body onto the wall, jumped over himself, and dragged him into the back of the van.
Y/N sat in the back with Toga, Dabi and Tomura.
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"He's not going to remember shit when he wakes up, not with how hard she hit him," Twice laughed from the passenger seat.
I rolled my eyes, picking off the small bits of dirt on my dress.
"I lost your jacket, Spinner, sorry 'bout that," I muttered.
"It's fine, that thing was never gonna be used as anything else." He responded.
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(Time skip brought to you by my lazy ass)
I'd changed into black jeans, and a dark blue hoodie, and black converse with a pentagram embroidered in the heel. I pulled up my black mask over my nose and solidified my hair to rock.
Pulling the hood over my head, I opened my room door. Twice was playing against Spinner, Rummy, probably practicing to beat me. I picked out one of his cards and swapped it for an ace, allowing him to win.
"Hey, don't let him win!" Spinner complained as I opened the door to the exit.
I put up my middle finger, calling out that I'd be back late.
"When?"
"Late!" I responded nonchalantly.
I climbed up the metal ladder next to the small exit from the headquarters, onto the rooftop, and began running, along the roofs and jumping over the gaps between buildings, through the streets.
I swung along a lamppost when the gap between two structures was too large, and rested on the edge of a block of apartments. I often sat here, sometimes I brought food with me, but it was to watch the lights of the city, and the lights flicker out one by one.
In the distance, stood the majesty that was UA. I stared at it, my head in my hands and watching the starts twinkle above the buildings in the school grounds with a wishful look.
Truth be told, I missed it.
Even though they all did jackshit for me, I missed them, I missed the classes, I missed the atmosphere that seemed to hold everyone's dreams of becoming a hero, I missed the library and the smell of subtle orchids and lilies. But, over everything else...
I missed her.
I missed her touch, her eyes, her smooth periwinkle hair and her bright smile. Her care.
Which was what lead me to making one of the biggest mistakes of my life...
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