Hero

Vs

Villans

Why do those words exist? A hero being named as a person that fights for the greater good, helping those in needs no matter the circumstances. A villan who only exists to make others miserable, taking lives so needlessly and so on for their own gain. Why do those two word automatically judge who a person is, words dont say who they really are, their actions do.

Like my parents, my father being a widely known villan responsible for all sorts of horrible things. His quirk was Telekenises, because of this he was able to do just about anything without lifting a finger. He was the most dangerous of them all, or thats what the media said. My mother, had the quirk to control Lighting, able to shock her foes till they could no longer move. She was a master swordsman and used her quirk to combine with her blade and make it elecoctrified. She taught me how to use a sword, since it was a second fighting technique in case I was to weak to use mine

When my mother was assigned to hunt my father down and take him to jail, she was driven to take him down for good. She told me he didnt make it easy for her, nearly killing her in the process. But she managed, and my father was sent to the special prison for villan criminals - Tartarus.

She questioned him on why my father did the things he did, what were his reasons, his motives. She said she was shocked at how comlient my father was to her questions, saying every bit of detail she wanted without question. They she told him one question that shook her to the core

" Why did you become a Villan?"

His answer

" I never was one "

She asked him what he meant by that, and her response was a long talk of his childhood and what he went through while growing up. She never told me what he said that day but she said she felt pity for him at that moment, all that rage and anger towards him turned to sympathy and compassion.

She left him after that and continued her work as a hero, but her mind went towards my father every time. During the years she visited him, instead of questioning, they just talked, about their past, their families, etc. She told me that never in a million years did she find a villan who shared similar experiences with her, she wanted to help him. She knew what the things he did was wrong, but like they always said...

" Did the wrong things for the right reasons "

A year after that, my father escaped. But what shocked me was that he didnt escape alone, my mother helped him. She was immediately branded a traitor for her betrayal. They went into hiding for 7 long years, and during that time they fell in love and had me. But after those seven years, a new hero finally caught them, a hero by the name of

All Might

Before he took them in, my mother begged him to hear their story. She said he was hesitant but agreed since he could catch them both easily. After listening to both of their stories, she said that All Might himself was surprised. All Might had to make a choice

Give my parents another chance or take them to jail and have their child grow up without a family

Fortunately, he spared them. He talked with the other pro heros and police and told them of his discovery. My mother said that they were reluctant to believe them, that it was an attempt to lie their way out and escaped. Other understood and approved, she never told me of father past, only to keep telling me that "it's a story for another day" or "when your ready"

My mother was always a caring woman, many heros appreciated her for what she did, how he changed a man's ways. Others didn't accept either of them, saying she's still a traitor for freeing my father from prison. Or my father was still a monster, capable of showing his true colors when the time is right. But I say to hell with them all, those words they call them. Traitor, Monster, just a word can explain a person's identity and change their lives forever

My father cared for me too, he was always mysterious but also very wise. He used to help me with many things when I was growing up, reason I say used to is because...

He's Dead

My mother cried for her loss for weeks, I had to grow up without a father and a mother who was too broken to do anything. So I had to be the man of the house, Cook, clean, and work at the age of 10 as a delivery boy, delivering special and important packages for a good payment. All those things to keep us afloat, by 3 months my mother passed her faze and began to help. She was shocked how everything was still ok, she said she was waiting for phone calls or eviction emails. Me whining that I was hungry or some shit. But she was glad I grew up, a bit to fast.

No one knew how my father died or who killed him, one theory was a recent partner in crime killed him for his previous jobs he had to do but didn't, that or leaving the life of crime. But I aim to find that man, at school I was always bullied for my parents. Saying I was the son of a killer and traitor, and I knew they were wrong but the evidence says otherwise. But by then my quirk manifested and let's just say that no one bothered to even look at me, in fear of being hurt. Of course an old friend by the name of Bakugo Katsuki always teased me now and then, along with a quirkless kid named Isuku Midoriya who was also bullied but he became a good friend for how determined he wanted to be a hero, despite not having a quirk of his own.

My quirk was a combination of my parents,

-Able to lift anything with my mind but with my hands it's more focused and dangerous

-Shooting lightning from my fingers

-Shooting blasts of pure force to push people away

- Feeling peoples presence, I dont know how that works but it's like I can feel their lives

- Using my quirk to move at great speeds

- Jumping high and somehow even healing myself of injuries

However, theirs a con to my quirk

- The heavier the object, the more energy I need to use to either lift or crush an object or even person. If I use to much i risk a headache and nosebleed, or if I use to much I could pass out unconscious

- Healing myself will take my energy but to heal larger wounds either on me or another person, itll take life out of mine and add it to theirs to heal them

I call my quirk

" Force "

A but cliche I know but it works. Also I can help feeling I'm not alone when my mothers away at work, I feel as if someone is with me. I feel a presence when I'm alone, and it feels familiar. I catch glimpses of my father but in the end, I'm alone

* Click *

Y/N: * Sigh *

I put the tape recorder in my drawer, then leaning back in my chair while running a hand through my (H/C) Hair. I dont know why I do this but when I talk my problems to a tape recorder, I feel relieved. Like therapy. I lean back up, resting my arms on my desk that had my computer, I look at my clock on the wall

7:30

Y/N: Hmm, almost time for school

I get up and begin my usual routine, take a shower, get dressed, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. I feel a vibration in my pocket, I take out my phone and see that I have a message

From: Midoriya

: Hey Y/N, Hurry up or we'll be late!

I tap my response and put it back in my pocket

To: Midoriya

: Calm down, I'm leaving already

I get up from my seat and take my plate to the sink and leaving it there. I grab my Black Satchel Backpack and open the door

Y/N: Bye mom! I'm going to school!

I hear her in her room, her blowdrier turning off

Mom: Ok Son, Have fun at school!

I go outside and was about to close the door when I see her head pop out of her room

Mom: And I don't want to hear a phone call from the principal

She gave me a menacing glare that meant she was serious

Y/N: No promises

She rolls her eyes and goes back to her room

Mom: Such a troublesome boy

I close the door and take a deep breath

Y/N: Let's get this day over with