What happens when the most famous vigilante in Japan gets caught? Read to find out!
Feel free to change pronouns it's just easier for me to write based on my own gender... I hope you understand.
I'm not sure if I'm going to have her in a relationshi...
With no where else to go, I agreed. That decision would turn out to be the worst one I could have made.
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It was my 11th birthday and I was all alone in a dirty little cell in the old house that I now called home. My lip was split, I had a black eye and countless other injuries. Silent tears spilled down my face. All of this because I was five minutes late.
Over the years I had become a skilled assassin. I had learnt how to control my quirk, hand-to-hand combat and anything else that could prove to be useful when killing. I always tried to be the best. I just wanted him to be proud of me. I thought that if All For One liked me a bit more life would be easier. He was all I had now no matter how horribly he treated me.
That morning, All For One had sent me on another mission. It had to be completed by 10am. The target had an unexpected guest so it took me longer than expected to finally finish him off. This got me into a lot of trouble. Even though it was my birthday, he beat me brutally with no mercy. It was getting harder to live with each day. I was so tired of trying. After crying into my lap for a while, i curled up into a ball and fell asleep on the cold floor.
----------- Early morning sunshine poured through the small window at the top of the cell. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I wondered if I was going to be let out today for about 5 minutes but decided not to get my hopes up.
This day was when I decided that I was getting out of this rotten place. I decided that I didn't care what he thought about me anymore. I decided that I was going to do whatever I could to avenge my parents. I was going to rid the world of vermin like my parent's murderer and All For One. I'd do anything in my power to be different, nothing like them. I would also be nothing like those cowardly heroes that left me and my mother to die. I had to do it even if it kills me.
I stayed in that cell for another night. The next morning he unlocked the cell, gave me a few more hits and sent me to my room. I ran upstairs quickly, locked my door. I packed whatever i had, which wasn't much, into a bag i had found.
I somehow managed to break the lock on my window and open it wide enough for me to fit through. I threw my bag up on the roof and then lifted myself up too. I ran across the flat roof and jumped over to a nearby tree. From there I managed to shimmy down and book it. I was free.
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[I HAVE NO IDEA WHO MADE THIS I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST!! I absolutely love this costume and I feel like it goes with the quirk I made. Feel free to change it tho ]
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It had been a few years since I escaped. I was the most well known vigilante in Japan. People called me 'slash' due to my quirk. To activate it, I cut my target and ingest a bit of their blood, (a bit like hero killer/stain) the disadvantages of it was a dry throat and dehydration. Once I had done that, they were left paralyzed in a state of paranoia leaving them defenceless and easy to kill. Seeing as paranoia kinda involves feelings, I also had a great sense for what a person is feeling. Obviously I couldn't just rely on my quirk so I was highly trained in hand-to-hand combat and had lots of weaopnry skills.
