"I can't," I took a breath filling my lungs, "believe we almost missed the train."

Stupid laughter is what I got back. Stupid laughter, and a mouth full of bugs. I sunk onto the roof of the built train while hacking up the gnats.

You would think I would have been able to sneak inside, all besides the fact that there were four pro heroes on the train. Four. The first step was the last one. All three of us backed up, probably looking like fishes caught in the air, but hey, we got away. Now, we are on top of the train being blasted with air.

Brava and Gentle laughed again when they pointed out the bug that splattered on my forehead. I grumbled at them but was eternally happy with the simple show of happiness. It calmed me down. I don't know how, but they have a power to bring a sense of lightness, an easygoing feeling, into the air. It feels like we are going on a run-away vacation, not an impending fight where I most likely will die or get captured. Maybe both. But anyways, as the light-filled air blasted against my face, it rolled down my body and into my wings. It felt good, really good. Godly.

I maneuvered my wings so my hoodie slid onto my neck. My wings were fully exposed to the wind. The three of us were in half-civilian clothes. We still easily looked normal, but our vigilante gear was under our clothes. We got a few weird looks, but it's better than having a hero called on us. It was also better to hide my wings, given that huge green and blue wings aren't common. Eraserhead has probably put a lookout warning on me.

The force of the wind was something else. To test the waters, I flexed my wings, puffing them out. Immediately I regretted it as they caught the wind. My body slid about 30 feet until I managed to tuck them back in. The worried laughter I got set a flame of heat into my face.

"That was cute." Gentle spoke over our earpieces, given I was too far to hear them now.

Too embarrassed, I hide my face behind a wing, "Shut up." Not wanting to sound mean, I added a 'please' at the end.

The snort I got was enough to have us riding in silence, well, at least from me.

Despite being called cute, my heart was high with my hopes. I am free, happy, and about to take down the hero killer. I'm not going to die. This is something I have to do. I'm a vigilante. A lot of people need this. Ida needs this. I won't die. I can't die. I won't get captured. Nope.

What could go wrong? Absolutely nothing. That's what. Yeah-

~~~

"What can't go wrong?" I spoke up, whispering to myself. The thought pulsed through my head. There wasn't a single thing that might go right. People might die. Someone will die.

I was hunched over in my assigned spot, on the outer sections of Hosu. The night air is cool.

The pro heroes had been organized from physically strongest. The ones that threw the meanest punch were in the middle of the city; the spot most likely for the attack to happen. Others like me were stationed on the outskirts making sure the secret evacuation was going smoothly. I watched from a roof ledge as a group of 30 were escorted out of the street. This has been going on for a couple of hours.

My back ached as I straightened it. I was getting too old for this. I pulled my capture gear around my neck tighter, trying to rid myself of the cool air. I lifted my goggles, placing eye drops in my eyes.

It still wasn't sitting right with me that I left Hitoshi in an argument. It never sat right when we fought. He should know better than that. He can't come no matter how hard he begs. He's not a Hero yet.

My body felt tired as I thought of Ren. Technically he's not a hero. He shouldn't be out here hunting the Hero killer alone. I'm in my right mind to punch him and drag him back home. The anger I felt bled into worry for him. Of course, they tried to put me in the middle of the fighting, but if the Hero Killer is anywhere out here, he's not going to be in the middle. If I can find the Hero killer first then Ren can come back. He had to come back home.

There were only a couple more civilians in the city, I don't know if we can get everyone out. I feel it, things are about to go down. There's a shift in the air.

I knew. I know I should stay where I was, but knowing that my kid is out here. Doing stupid reckless things. He's going to fight, get hurt, or something worse.

Horrible people are looking for him. The small reminder was enough for me to break any formality of a guard on post. Yes, I will get in trouble for leaving, but I know every hero around me, they don't need my help. The whole reason I pushed to be posted out here was to find Ren. I stood up heading anywhere, but the middle. I am going to find Ren. Even on my dying breath I will find him and drag him home.

It wasn't too long of a wait. There hadn't been a big bang or even a scream when the streets were full of Nomus. The information we had didn't say anything about the numbers. Our over-preparation now seemed like nothing. I could hear when the fighting started. The explosions, the shrieking, the cries of Heros.

Guilt came up my throat as I thought about the Heroes I left. Ren's influence on me must be more than I thought. A year ago I would have never left my assignment. What if they need me? But doesn't my kid needs me more? Ren needs me. I stuffed down the feeling heading towards a building. I jumped from building to building. I checked every alley. I saved a couple of stranded Heros. There was no sign of Ren.

I kept running. I kept running until my legs started to ache. I had to find him. The corner of my eye caught an image. I came to an abrupt halt, my knees protesting. Five figures were standing on the roof. I was too far to see faces, but one of them was smaller, a teenager. I knew it wasn't heroes. There were none posted there.

I picked up speed as I closely watched. My heart raced in both nerves and the already pounding of my heart. It was too dark and I was still too far to see the figures. I took in a sharp breath. The figures started fighting. I could see the fight. The smaller one of them darting in and out. It had to be Ren. It had to be. I used my capture gear as a grabble, flinging myself the rest of the way. I landed on the side of the building, hanging from the scarf. They still haven't noticed me.

I could hear yelling and panic and then an angry desperate scream. Without thinking I pulled myself up.

My kid needed me.

~~~

"Shouldn't we be a little more worried?" Brava asked. We had split up looking for Stain on the rooftops.

I couldn't hide the nerves in my voice, "It's because we were raised in a broken society and normal, normal emotions don't affect us. Plus, we are like the best of the best. We aren't going to die. Nope."

Gentle scoffed. "Sure kid, we aren't scared of anything. And no we aren't going to die. Before we do that I'm dragging the both of you away and we are running."

"Yeah, totally."

"One hundred percent. Unless the battle gets so tense that we physically can't run away. Then we just gotta fight. Right, we can win?"

We laughed and it ended in the kind of aaa-. The no fear we felt on the train has run dry as a desert. Now thinking about it, the train felt like a flash flood of courage. Now slowly, we are drying into our settling fear.

I let out a highish laugh, "We got this you guys."

I got a small, "yeah...." in response.

Yeah, we got this. We. got. this. My grinding teeth agreed with me.

I was now in my full outfit. I had cut out spots in my Phantom gear for my wings. It made me feel a little uncomfortable that anyone could see them, but it didn't matter. I've gotten use to having them out. If I tried to hide them it would mess up my balance. Plus, anyone I've tried to hide from knows who I am. It doesn't matter anymore.

It seems like a lot of things don't matter these days. But one thing I was sure about was the Hero Killer. He matters because he affects lives. He's killing family, friends, and Heroes. He needs to be taken down.

My mind raced back to the time I fought with him.

I reached down at my belt and smiled as my hand rested on my newish weapon. Newish in the terms that it wasn't a weapon at all, but LaBrava had thought I would like to use it. She was right of course. My once mortal enemy was defeated into my friend. My trusty crowbar. The same one that had almost killed me.

I would like to believe that it was the same one that I've used in every fight. I mean it was. It was my one and only lucky crowbar. My ally of the night. My trusty - crowy.

I could hear fighting off in the distance from the Nomus. It had started not too long ago. It sounded horrible. "There is more than I thought," Brava spoke, "A lot more."

My heart dropped as Gentle spoke in a quiet hush, "Found him. I'm on the tallest building to your left. It's a little bit above the other ones. You should be able to see me. He's below in the alley. There seems to be a hero as well. He's not moving."

"Gentle, please don't go without us." The desperation in Brava's voice pained me. Brava wasn't a fighter, but she had come anyway.

"We're coming."

It took around 5 minutes to run to him. Painful five minutes that seemed to last forever and be over in a moment. But when we got there all three of us were positioned like birds of prey, looking down at Stain.

It was a grim scene. He stood over a figure, one blade in his hand. The only lighting was the street lamp above him. Even if he did look up he wouldn't be able to see past it to us. The figure was still breathing but they were injured.

I whisper the plan to the others and they nodded. Brava took her bag out, taking out her drones. Gentle and I got into different spots. When the buzzing sound of three machines entered the air, it caught Stain's attention.

He looked up squinting, still not seeing anything. In a smooth motion, the light above him was snuffed out by a dragger. The tension was palpable. Stain knows we are here. He knows.

There was a mad look in his eye. He scanned the area lingering on three areas, where I was, where Gentle was, and the end of the alley. He licked his lips, holding his sword at an angle. His gaze shifted again to the Hero under him. Without a warning, he brought the sword down impaling the Hero. The figure didn't even as much move.

My senses left me. I was consumed by the sight. I hadn't realized that my body had moved until I was falling off the ledge. Straight for the Killer.

He saw me, but instead of counter-attacking he dodged. My momentum crashed into the ground causing my bones to jar. In a quick move, I aimed to hit his neck with my leg. Stain instantly went into a back bend. My foot missing. He took a step back, now out of reach.

"Well Hello." His casualty caused me to pause. His cold gaze pauses time. I was out of reach but he wasn't. Breaking the spell by stepping forward, time crashed back. I quickly took a step back staying out of stabbing distance. Instead of responding, I took another step back.

His eye's shifting from Gentile in his hidden spot in the alley again, to me, and the hero he'd just stabbed. Once again passing over where Brava was. I had to catch myself from sighing in relief. The plan was still working.

"It's been a while," I whispered.

I glanced at the Hero who had been kicked off to the side by Stain. He was breathing. He was still breathing, but the blood loss was apparent by the pool building underneath him. There was a streak of blood leading to where he was kicked from.

Gentle dropped down, Stain swiveling his eyes but keeping his body towards me. Five clicks sounded over my earpiece, a sign from Brava. Gentle kept walking but never got near Stain. For each click, I burned the placement of where Gentle was into my memory. I had to.

I need to distract Stain long enough that Gentle can get the Hero on the roof and he and Brava can be at a safe distance and help when needed.

Stain's stance changed, more relaxed. "I don't fight children. Though perhaps you're an exception given you're hardly human. What was it, Santa's pet? Slave? Quirkless entertainment. Well, not so much the last part I see." His eyes trailed us. Gentle had no openings. Stain spoke up, "What, are you taking your messed up back story and trying to play hero? Pathetic." He brought the sword covered in blood, licking it.

"Shut up."

"The only real Hero out there is All Might! You exist so a man like him can save you, nothing more, nothing less. He is a true Hero." Without indicating he was talking to Gentle he started to speak again, stopping Gentle in the process, "Unlike this man. This Hero," Stain spat the words, "the second he saw me, he tried to run. He tried to save his own worthless life instead of fighting with honor. He's fake. They are all fake!"

If I could I would have given my companions the side eye of your backup plan. It seemed like that wouldn't work anymore. Trying to kill a man for trying to protect his own life. That's not fake. They're not all fake. An image of Eraserhead slivered its way into my head.

"They're not all fake!" I hissed.

"Oh? Was there someone out there who helped? Helped the poor monster who escaped his cage? Now they seem like a perfect Hero? Good for you, you've lied yourself into belief."

Anger filled me. I've lied myself into belief? I've lied? Sure, sometimes but I'm still sane.

"I've lied? I've lied! Look at yourself. Heroes are human. All Might is Human! Was he there to save me all those years! NO! Were you there! You saw me. You saw me and did nothing. It would have been fine if I hadn't found out about your philosophies, but I did. You saw a kid that was being hurt by corruption and did nothing. Your values mean nothing."

As I put my rage into words I knew I was speaking the truth. He was insane. He only proved it to me when a smile stretched across his face. "Nothing? Look what I'm doing now. I'm ridding the world of monsters. When I've done that the last will be left for All Might, and I will gladly die then. He will save us all."

I charged him. The sword came up brushing against my hair. I ducked under his arm. I needed to get close. Take him down. I came closer, I was in reach. He thrust his knee into my stomach, then a moment later crashed the hilt of his blade into my back. A weak spot between my wings. I held back a pained sound. I ducked, once again missing a knife. Eight more clicks sounded over my ear, with each click I looked a Gentle.

I gave a small nod and Gentle Rushed towards the Hero on the ground.

Seeing Stain's sinister smile drop sent chills down my spine. A moment later an open gash of blood fell from my arm. The knife to fast to dodge. Stain had turned towards Gentle. In panic Gentle used his quirk turning the air in front of him elasticity substance. The charging Stain hit it hard, flinging back. Gentle seeing his chance, stuffed back his fear. He picked up the Hero trying not to harm him. He used his quirk to gain access back to the roof. Reach time he used it a click sounded.

The cut brought me back to reality. I coved it with a cloth. He is a sociopath. I won't be able to predict him. He shouldn't be able to predict me. The dagger now embedded in the wall behind me pulled free with a tug. My blood clotted with the dust on the wall. I whipped the rest off on my shirt.

I took out crowy. I ran at him. He took up his sword aiming. He shifted as I passed him, now running away. I jumped using my wings to give me more force. This one was the fifth click. It should be here. My feet landed in the elastic air. It flung me back at Stain five times the speed I had been going.

I was going too fast for the man to move, but not fast enough. He blocked my strike, deflecting me. I maneuvered so my feet hit the ground. It had been elasticized. It flung me into the air. I used another one to gain more speed. I was shooting left and right. Stain's eyes darted with my movement.

I aimed crowy for his neck. He sidestepped. Flashing through the air I turned around being flung right back at him. He branded his sword pointing it at my head. It was my turn to deflect. It didn't take long for Stain to start using the elastic. He only using the one he'd seen me use. I still had the upper hand.

A dagger slashed into my leg. In return, I threw mine. It sliced his ear, nearly missing his eye. Without Genlte's quirk, I won't have been able to jump off the elastic trashcan. It saved my life, within a second Stain was there. The cut on my leg was deeper than my arm. It started to soak through my pants. I can't let Stain get it. I know enough to know how his quirk works. I can't let him get to my blood otherwise I'll be paralyzed. I jumped to the side. I'd thought he would follow me, but he used the elastic air that was higher up to fling himself onto my back. He had me pinned.

His hand came towards my face trying to grab me. I bit him. I could taste blood. There were no signs of pain in the man, but from the cover of my eye, I could see the smile coming back. "You are an animal."

I probably shouldn't have but I dug my teeth more, growling. He spoke again struggling to keep me under him, "Struggle all you want." To his words, I surged my wings up sending a fury of feathers into the air pushing him off.

It had caught him by surprise. I bet he'd forgotten I had wings. He stumbled back. I picked up a fallen dagger. In a moment of mercy, his eye's shifted off of me to the alleyway. In that instance, I hurled the dagger into my calve. Again, no pain showed on his face. Only rage. "Where's All Might now? He's not here for you, he's not here saving either of us."

The words I didn't truly mean came out before I understood the outcome. Stain roared. He ripped out the dagger in his leg. He flung at me.

"Brava!" I yelled.

As I whisper the plan to them I asked Brava if she loved me. "Of course I love you! You're like a little brother."

"Good, because if you don't I will probably die."

Now as I stood here I could hear Brava's small voice yelling out of sight. As she yelled her love for her little brother, I felt her quirk affect me. My wings got bigger. My eyesight and hearing sharping. Time seemingly slowed down. The rush of energy pushed through me. I new level of power unlocking inside of me.

I was now faster than Stain. I sidestep him laying a punch at his rib cage. It cracked. He slashed at me, but I used a wing to slam him into a wall. He slides down. The power in my veins is unmatched by what I normally can do.

I didn't have much time. I needed to end this. Brava's quirk won't last forever. I used my wings to find myself in an elastic airstrip, only for it to change my direction at Stain. I aimed a kick into his stomach. When I was too close to change anything he braced a dagger against his hip. My leg's momentum, not only drove Stain back into the wall but drove the dagger into it.

Pain seeped into me, along with worry. My blood was on his hand. He looked down, smiling. In a rage, I went to take the final blow. If it had not been for his shift in his gaze. No longer looking at me, behind me. He was looking behind me.

With a flash of metal in both directions I saw him through the dagger behind me. Panic filled me. Brava was over there. Brava was hiding there. The look he gave me said one thing, 'Chose.' And I did. I turned around my eye's not taking in the figure that stood there. Without much effort, I was able to get in front of them. Brava. The knife now embedded in my back. At the same time, I looked up ready to see Brava's horrified face.

My blood turned cold. Ida's face matched mine. Instead of horror, it was filled with rage. In the next instant, my body when stiff, and I fell to the ground. Ida's eye's never followed my falling body, only the figure who stood covered in the shadow of the night caught his gaze. I hit the ground hard, pain shooting through the cuts.

Brava's quirk was still active. I needed to break free. I had to.

"STAIN!" Ida yelled. He hadn't even glanced at me. "You're going to die!" In a panicked scream, I couldn't watch as he rushed past me. My body stuck where it was.

No. no. no. no. no, nonononononono. This can't be happening. Ida can't be here. I heard his scream. His pained scream, then a body hitting the ground. It all happened so fast. Ida, I could tell, hadn't even gotten close.

"No!" Gentle yelled as he dropped down from the roof. It didn't take long for him to be paralyzed too. The only one left of Brava.

Stain laughed walking up to me. He picked me up with one hand. He turned me around. "You see. Look." I looked helplessly. Both Gentle and Ida are still as stone. The cuts they had were deep. "That Hero didn't even look at you. The thought of helping you never crossed his mind. Heroes deserve to die. Let me help you see more clearly." He panted. I could hear that he was becoming tired.

With no effort, he dragged me to Ida. Taking his sword he stabbed his shoulder. The pained scream rang into my ears.

I had to do something. I had to.

He walked to Gentle. Aiming for his heart. I screamed. Brava screamed. Then she crashed out of her hiding spot.

"Brava no." I sobbed. "Brava." Not her too. Please. Not her. But it was too late. The dagger was thrown and Brava hit the ground screaming.

"NOOO. Brava! Get up! Brava!" The sobs that cracked my body hurt.

Then I felt it. Something snaps in me. My emotions took over and all I saw was black. I twitched my hand, then my wing. I only had a few seconds before Bravas' quirk ran out. I had to use it. I had to. Then there was a second snap. When I found my hand around his neck. My nails dug into his throat.

The surprise showed. "You should be able to move." He choked out, "No matter what type of blood you have. You are a monster."

"So what!" I yelled. "At least I feel pain."

"Do you?"

His words were lost in our struggle. I was stronger right now, but how long would that last? He surged under my grip and used a knife and slashed me on the side. Brava screamed as she watched. I yelled in fury. I am not going to die here, not yet. I saw Ida stirring. I had to finish this, alone. I look at my leg. The one that had been stabbed and slammed it into his ribs, temporally letting go of his neck. With the shock of the hit, I reach back cinching his airflow making sure my nails drew blood.

He gasped. The blow had knocked the air out of him and now he couldn't breathe. A moment later they dropped to the ground. The next moment my wings went back to normal. For an extra measure, I landed a blow to his head. He was not waking up on me.

As what I did settle back into my head, I turned to my friends. Both can move from the canceled quirk of the knocked-out man. They both sat up, their eye's fixed on me. A small laugh left Gentle. "Guess you did it."

Too panicked to respond I nodded. Then taking all the muster I had I spoke, "We did it. We did it." I repeated. Brava used some choice words to celebrate and we all sighed in relief. My attention moved back to Ida.

Ida.

Now it was my turn to use some choice words that ran through my head. I had to restrain myself from speaking to him.

I don't know how well I hide my anger, but walked over to him. "Are you okay?"

He looked away back at Stain. He was in shock; not able to form coherent words. I held out my hand and pulled him up. He was bleeding. He would just have to survive until he could get help.

As I pulled him up I felt tightness in both my back and leg the most. My blood formed footprints as I walked. I picked up Crowy placing her back into my belt. I'm not leaving her. "Brava where is the rope? You brought one right?"

"Yeah. It's on the roof. With my bag and drones."

"Okay let's go up there. The other Hero is there right?" A nod from Gentle, "Then we have to go get him medical help."

"Phantom." Brava gently spoke. "You're the most injured, let us help you." I sighed.

"Not yet let's get to the roof." As I spoke. They did what I said. Gentle picked Ida, and I Stain. Brava picked up everything that had been left from the fight. Mostly knives.

It took a while but we made it. We made it to the top with everyone. Brava quickly retained Stain while also taking out the medical supplies. She went to the Hero first, his delirious thank you was enough to convince me he had been about to die. She came to me second and I took the help gratefully. It wasn't professional, but it would hold me off for a while.

Then she went to Ida.

"Stop. I don't deserve it." He tried to move away, but couldn't. Brava got closer and Ida slapped her hand away.

My loss of energy was forgotten. I found myself sending my fist into his face. "Shut up and expect the help." I hissed at him and his head hit the ground.

Darkness filled the air as laughter of Stain sounded. "No wonder they want you, Izuku." He sounds out the name slowly emphasizing the sound 'e' and 'ku'. My blood froze, "You should be grateful. I won't work for pigs, but they told me all about you." All of his daggers had been taken away, all but one as he used his voice to kill me, "Your master wants you back. He told me directly."

There was silence, no one knowing what to do.

"No wonder they want you. A monster. A trained killer, and a-"

"Shut up," I yelled. Whatever he was going to say wasn't going to come out of his voice."

"Oh? Okay then. Well, before you cast me aside as a hopeless villain let me ask you a question." He continued after a pause, "You said I did nothing. Nothing to help you? Who do you think told the Heroes the whereabouts of the Ring? Who do you think gave them details on who was there." My world titled. "You can think I'm evil, but-"

He wasn't able to finish as Gentle crashed his fist into his head.

Then Ida scoffed out, "That worthless scum." Then once again I felt my mind snap. In a moment I had thrown another punch with a cry of anguish.

My mind not realizing what I had done.

~~~

The scream I heard turned into laughter. The fighting I had thought I'd seen had stopped. When I pulled myself onto the roof I saw the small figure. A young girl. Blond hair with a look of anger. The looks on their faces were replaced with surprise when they turned to me.

Now it was my turn as shock filled my eyes. The five figures stood before me. Tomura Shigaraki stood with his followers. My eye's filled with panic. The Ring Master, standing behind him. No longer fat, no longer helpless. The other three figures including the girl stood next to them.

"Eraserhead." Shigaraki smiled, "You really are a cool Hero."