Izuku slams a shoulder into the wall. He tries blinks black dots dancing to his eyes. His chest burns at every breathe, like rusty knives running up his throat. He could barely feel his legs moving, as he glanced slowly at the floor, vaguely aware of the blood trail he was leaving, danced across the concrete floor.

He'd made too many mistakes.
He'd lives left in the dust, like a throwing away an broken toy. Heroes that only wanted to save the world, he had laughed like them like an adult to a baby.
Death, wasn't real, or so he chose to believe.
At every kill he pushed aside promised it all had a purpose. It was okay.
Until his own death squeezing at his throat, his own life failing... Was his eyes forced open.

Life had been really such a delicate object, and he tore it down like a school girl to a garden lily. "He loves, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not."  They would chant.
What would Izuku chant at every life he took. "I hate myself, Make this pain end. I hate myself make the pain end."
Life was a power that he couldn't control over himself, he tried so hard to control, to play God. Now he was reaching to the heavens and he sunk down to hell.

Maybe, maybe if he turned himself into police, medical care could save him. He curled back his lip in disgust.
He'd end up in Tartarus. Life held no purpose, to spend the rest of it in a cell.
Wasn't this pain enough punishment for his crimes? ...
Many years of freedom as a villain.
He refused to let himself locked in a prison cell. If he could control one last thing let it be this. Let the pain take me... Let my life end short and then people will be cheering. He chuckles back blood filling into his throat, ripping into his chest. "Kacchan would love that," He slurs. He squeezes his eyes and rolling back his neck, wincing at the pain. He coughs blood into a failing hand, shaking as it barely found the strength to him. Tears rolled into his hand, crying into the empty street.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die." He sobs.

There was only person he felt bad about hurting, his mum.
Izuku let himself fall to the ground, wrapping his arms around himself, rocking himself to soothe the pain.

Mum

She'd done everything for him and he'd only left her to feel like a failure as only her only son,
The light of her life had disappeared into a dark pit of hell.

He had to apologise. He looks down at his body, aware it was barely holding himself together. Every breathe was struggled and heaved against his chest. Blood oozing from wounds old and new.

He pictured his mum in his mind, her soft hands would hold him close and rub his back. Wipe his tears in a soft hum in a harmonious tune.
The late nights he would get home crying. She rest her palm on his cheek, offering soft eyes, without words promising everything will be okay.
Izuku bit back his lip almost feeling her catching his tears. He swayed himself forward wanting her to catch him one last time. Needing to feel the warmth he far from deserved.

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If God was real, maybe he offered the strength Izuku needed to pull himself to her household.
"I'm not doing this for you. It's for her." He felt weigh in his heart.
"Sorry God I'm selfish,  I think this all for me." He whispers, stooping his head down.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

The young adult looks down at his mother with lifeless eyes. Unable to find voice to the words he needed to say.
"I'm sorry," he manages.

The short lady had lost weight, age ate into her cheeks.  She looks at her son, a scream itching at her throat.
She reaches out, pulling herself back before taking a slow breathe and taking his hand.
"Izuku..." She sobs. "What happened to my baby..." She moves her hand to grab his blood drenched shirt, pain erupts up his chest. He pulls back a sob as he leans into his mother's touch. Needing this final warmth.
His light of the world sunk down the drain fast. He closes his eyes burying his head down.
Inko grabs him and pulls her into the small apartment.
Izuku coughs on her shoulder, resting his head into her neck, free hand over his chest. Like a baby relying on his mother's life.

She gets him to the couch shivering, removing his clothes, no words spoken, like silence scraping across his ears. He should of had thousands of memories flooding to him, now it felt he was lying in a fire pit, Hell screaming to take him. With torture of heaven, wanting to give mercy, wanting to give him light, but he was far too gone. The world was grey and darkening.
Inko kissed her sons head. "Good night my baby boy." She says, rubbing his hand, he tried to run to the comfort of her hand, but even that was fading, eating away.
His final breathes barely audible, with his heart rate loosing him as well.
He closed his eyes sinking into the pool or darkness.
"Thank you God." He whispers.
"Your welcome my son." Inko Midoriya whispers kissing his forehead. "I love you Izuku."

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