Day 3 of x Reader Week

“I don’t need you anymore get out of here!”

“Disrespectful bitch I’m your husband! Now get on your knees and beg for me to forgive you.”

“Beg for forgiveness? You cheated on me!”

“Just because you carry my last name doesn’t mean I have to stay loyal. If anything it means I own you.”

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“Pedestrians and tenants of the Hero Motel 7 near the city limits are advised to find a temporary route and home elsewhere until further notice. Tenants claim there was a few terrified screams coming from the third floor before a mysterious song began to play that drove anyone within a block radius mad. Symptoms include sudden loss of consciousness, thoughts of suicide, homicide, but the most notable and common characteristic is extreme irritability which leads to the symptoms previously mentioned. The second you hear a mysterious toon, flee the area immediately.”

“The person behind this uproar…” Shigaraki pointed with one shaky hand at the television, his crimson eyes fixated on the screen as if in a trance just as the descriptions on the news described. “This person will be our new candidate.” Someone with a quirk to produce unhealthy and violent behaviors within a fixated range in a vital asset to have at your disposal. It’s like a trump card, one little taste of this mystery song would induce anyone into a state of despair with no motivation left within their heroic forms to do much if anything at all for the better good. This quirk may be what the League of Villains needs in order to take a step out from the shadows.

“And how are we gonna get to him?” Toga tuts with an annoyed tone behind her words. “I don’t want to get involved with this! As if I’m gonna kill myself…” Although death doesn’t sound too bad, Toga would rather be slain by a man she deems physically worthy of taking her life. That being the men she’s been head over heels for at any point in time, then again whenever she gains a crush she doesn’t let it down until she kills them.

“I suppose we should come with a plan before inducting this mystery man into our ranks…” Kurogiri turned his entire self towards his pastel blue shaggy haired superior adorned in loose black clothing. “We don’t need another Stain now do we?” Kurogiri suggested, allowing Shigaraki to take upon his words within his mind.

“I have one already,” Shigaraki announced with confidence, turning towards the many villains within the new hideout. Yandere Toga cleaning her sterling silver butcher knives, Mr. Compress sporting his new one armed status, Twice wearing his commoner clothing and free of his two tone mask as his true face was a new and different sight, and lastly Dabi who couldn’t care about this new inductee in the slightest. He was already annoyed with his current comrades as it was.

“Kurogiri with teleport whoever goes to retrieve our person in question within the affected area,” Shigaraki began retelling his plan, he’s always been quick with new and almost foolproof plans. They just need the correct people to execute them. “The portal will act as a cushion… Once the person is on the other side and the toons affect you, you can come back immediately and we’ll need a new plan,” oh look, for once Shigaraki was keeping the well being of his comrades in mind. Is it a blue moon? Forget that. He has too little followers at the moment to be so mindless with them, he needs to cherish each and every asset he has.

A moment had passed and nobody stepped up. Clearly Kurogiri and Shigaraki cannot go, Toga was uncooperative, Twice’s personalities fought with one another as one wanted to go with no fear of death while the other acted as the complete opposite, Mr. Compress was still getting used to the fact he lacked an arm and would appreciate if he was left out of the loop for a little while, which left only one.

“Fine cowards you owe me,” Dabi kicked up from the wall he once leaned against, flaring up the collar to his black over shirt. He was hoping he could have a free day for once, but such a dream doesn’t exist if you’re a criminal running from the law. “I’ll bring back the siren, now open the portal,” The male in black demanded from Kurogiri who simply nodded opening up a portal of purple and black smoke a few feet to Dabi’s right. As he stepped through the portal, claiming his body into an abyss of darkness, Dabi made sure to turn on the wire dangling from his left ear and stepped out from the portal to a completely barren scene. No souls in sight, near silence besides a faint gloomy song that belonged to a pained female who cried while she hummed.

Dabi stood there, welcoming the song of everlasting sadness, yet he felt no different. “Whatever,” he shrugged and pressed a finger to the wire in his ear to turn off the communications. Just because he felt no different, doesn’t mean those back at the base on the same frequency aren’t affected as well. If anything he’s doing them a favor, although the song was growing on Dabi.  Through all the pain, the breaks in melody through weeping and nasal sniffles, he found peace and tranquility that appealed to his better nature. Pain and peace is an almost impossible mix for sure, but that’s what he heard and felt.

Dabi progressed with the mission, Kurogiri had teleported him to the front office of the Hero Motel, and followed the frequencies of the melody to where the song seemed to originate from. The news said the third floor, and that’s where his feet carried him. One, two flights of stairs and there he stood, the first room just off to the left of the staircase came the origin of the distressed song. The room was also the only room on the floor of which it’s door wasn’t open while the others were left ajar. However, the floor itself was a murder scene.

As if everyone dropped like flies on this floor alone, bodies littered the floor. One middle-aged male had a knife in his back and lied face down, a woman had her head smashed in between the doorframe and the door of another room, this is what the news meant when they said suicidal and homicidal tendencies. Dabi had completely bypassed the first and second floors, wondering if the tenants of those floors had suffered the same fate as well. Yet why is he unaffected by the song of death? Was it because he enjoyed the song? Was it because his hands have been stained with blood more than a dozen times before? Death doesn’t bother him anymore, maybe… Maybe he’s immune.

“I like this girl already,” Dabi smirked, turning the handle to your hotel room and invited himself within. The room was a near pitch black, save for the light that peered in through the curtains where both panels neglected to reach. Dabi noticed a series of light switches just beside the door and flicked them on. Two bodies lied on the floor, a putrid odor filled the atmosphere to Dabi's dismay as he turned his nose up at the stench.

A few steps into the room, the putrid odor of rotting flesh was almost overbearing. The smell originated from the corpse of a male lying face upon the floor. His neck was slit, meaning he choked on his own blood in death. The odor came from the cut, flies making themselves a home in the open flesh and laying eggs, eating away at the orifices and cold meat. Despite how the flies are away at the man's eyes, they were grey and blank, features so soft as if he never suffered in his final moments. This fact got to Dabi even after passing all the suicide and murder victims littered about the building.

You'd think, even in a trance, you'd feel pain.

That only left the other corpse in the room, a female, lied on her side facing away from Dabi and roughly five feet away from her male counterpart. They both wore matching silver rings, spouses. They died together. The s9ong kept playing, it was the loudest in here, but there's only corpses? Unless… Dabi stepped around the tiled floor of dark drying crimson, all to reach the only woman of this room. Her skin pale, hair tanned out, and breathing so shallow, Dabi had no idea she was breathing at all. A large knife protruded from her hip, blood pooled beneath her where the injury had been inflicted. The song was at its loudest, this girl was the source.

“What happened?” Dabi asked of the girl, unsure if she was attacked by her spouse or attacked her own self. Nothing made sense.

The girl groaned in pain, the song dying out, her eyes fanned open with a faint light as her life energy seeped away second by second. “You… Someone finally came to help…”

“Help?” Dabi's features contorted with confusion. “Your quirk killed just about everyone in the building and you expect people to come to your rescue?”

“No…” You grunted, any slight movement made your stomach lurch into your throat. “My quirk is siren… I sang hoping someone would help…” You’ve been lying on the floor of the motel, bleeding half to death for the better part of at the very least five hours with so little energy you hadn’t the energy to even withdraw the knife from your hip.

“Think again,” Dabi glared at you. “Nearly anybody who heard your depressed singing killed either themselves or another person. Now tell me what the fuck happened in here now that your lying here probably minutes from death and there’s no damned way you can live through this,” Dabi assumed you had a fair chance of survival, being the knife wasn’t impaling any vitals and all you’ll really need is a blood transfusion and maybe some stitches, but this was his way of making you talk.

“Him…” Your breath remained staggered, simply nodding your head in the corpse’s direction seemed to hurt the least. Dabi followed the motion, back to the man whose be claimed by the flies. “He tried to kill me…”

“That…” Dabi began, then shrugged. “Explains a lot.”

“I sang, hoping others would hear me and come to my rescue,” you bit your lip, breaking into a fit of silent tears. “I had no clue… No clue my voice made him take his own life.”

“What matters now is that you’re alive,” Dabi forced your mind off the subject of your slain husband with such a half hearted yet reassuring comment. “My mission was to get you and get out. Welcome to the League Angel of Death,” Dabi meant none of his words, his motivation to leave this slaughterhouse is at an all time high.

You had no say as the boy of scarred flesh knelt down and progressed to lift you up from the ground by your back and knees. With the knife still in your lower abdomen, you fought against Dabi with what energy you had left with a pained whine. “It hurts take it out!!!”

“If I take the knife out you’ll bleed more!” Dabi retaliates, lying you down once more. With the knife still lodged within your body it’s kept your blood from freely flowing, keeping the weapon there is how you’re surviving as long as you have. Dabi pressed a finger to his ear, opening up communications with the League, he’ll need help if he really is to take the knife from you. “Open up the portal within the motel, third floor, now,” he demanded. You lied at his feet, eyes staring up and locking with his own blue orbs seeking help, and couldn’t tear them away. A girl, she’s actually reaching out towards a hideous monster for help, Dabi couldn’t allow you to die, not here at least.

“Portal!” Dabi snapped into his wire with his known hostility after half a minute’s pass and no black door had awakened. “Portal now or else your new pet will bleed out here and now. The angel was stabbed-” the faint whoosh of the black Kurogiri portal appeared before the two of you mid speech. Dabi yanked the knife from your hip, in an effort to ease your pain if only a little bit so that he could pick you up and go without complaint. It worked to say the least, Dabi picked you up and ran through the portal. The many villains of the hideout prepared themselves to work on your dying body in order to bring you back from the dead. Toga was skilled with her knife, Tomura is always experimenting, Kurogiri clearly knows first-aid. They weren’t doctors, but this was better than nothing at all.

A week later, you had came out from a deep slumber in a bed of white. Wires and tubes fled from your forearm and wrist feeding you blood and a variety of fluids. Everything seems hazy, yet immediately the reminder of your husband pulling the knife on you remained fresh on the mind. Why did you deserve this? You remained loyal, always did as he asked, heck you both just got married too at the age of twenty one as college lovebirds. Jumping into marriage so soon was such a mistake, should’ve never listened to him, so blind in love you neglected to see past the present in order to foretell your near death experience.

“Oh!” You gasped, a doctor in white was in the room changing out your emptied bag of blood for a new one. “Can I please see a boy? He has electric blue soulful eyes, messy black hair, burnt skin too,” the man nodded in agreement with your description of your mystery hero. That boy is another story in itself, how could a boy get so burnt all over his body? It must be painful walking around with nothing but stitches and staples keeping your skin together…

“You called?” That boy from before came in after the doctor had left to retrieve him. He simply stood at the end of your bed with this mildly annoyed expression his face as if he’s expecting an entire dinner and show out of this summence.

“I never got your name,” somehow, you were shy and couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why.

“Dabi,” he spoke. “Be lucky I talked Shigaraki into having his ‘father’ to send his personal doctors to treat you or else you’d be dead,” you had no clue as to what any of that meant but assumed it was a good thing.

“If it wasn’t for you… I would’ve never been saved after my husband attacked me… Therefore I thank you deeply,” you held a hand to your heart, savoring the moment.

“You look way too young to be married,” Dabi points out in disgust.

“That’s what everyone says,” you sighed.

“Clearly it wasn’t meant to be if he tried to kill ya,” Dabi snickered, although he shaped up within the second he began. “That bastard have a reason for trying to kill you?” His calm heartless demeanor changed all so suddenly. Magically out of nowhere he’s truly concerned with your past?

“We’re on our honeymoon… It’s why we were temporarily staying at that motel,” the memories made your skull hurt just thinking of them. “He went out for a few hours, he left his phone, out of nowhere the phone exploded with messages and they were… Graphic…” Never had you seen the privates on another woman before then. “Turns out that at that very moment my husband was leaving to meet up with the same chick… Not even a week after our marriage and I’m being cheated on,” you pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping. How could he cheat, how could he try to kill you in response? Why why why!?

“I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone who’s close,” Dabi lets out a long breath, shedding himself of the black overcoat and white shirt revealing his body littered in purpled flesh and silver staples, how his skin didn’t match up from purple to white.

“Horrible…” You fought back some stray tears.

“But I don’t live in the past, no sense,” Dabi put his clothes back on. “However… I may say that when in reality it’s the opposite. Why did your quirk not make me die? In fact… I loved your depressed singing,” Dabi flinched, amazed he could even say such a compliment at a time such as now.

“Maybe…” You huffed. “Maybe you’ve been through worst pain than I.”

“And maybe I loved your song because I understood the betrayal you felt then,” the scarred boy suggested.

“I wouldn’t doubt that,” for the first time, you smiled. “Wanna start over together Dabi? Forget the past and be villains together?” Yes, the doctor had filled you in on your new life. They save your life and in return you must vow to work blindly for the League, you didn’t bother to complain.

“Just keep singing my Angel of Death.”