Crossroads (An Evil Deku Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Retaliation

It's been a while since I watched My Hero Academia, so some of the events might be a little out of order. Sorry in advance!

Izuku POV:

Ever since Kacchan got into UA, I've been a little different. Even I could tell. Whenever mom gets worried, I remind her that it's just a phase. But... maybe it isn't. 

I've gotten good at robbery. I'm talented at outsmarting heroes, mostly because of how perceptive I am. I always know who's around me and if there's a hero nearby. Robbery is fun because it's simple and easy. You go in, take something, slip out the back. And you always have to know which way the cameras face.

I stopped idolizing heroes like All Might, who told me to my face I couldn't be one, and slowly started getting into villains. Especially villains like Stain, who have actual morals that make sense. I found myself utterly fascinated by the way Stain attacks heroes and makes them look like kids on Halloween, helpless and dumb as a stick.

Stain was my new All Might. Strange as it sounds, I now revere Stain and his ways as much as the next aspiring villain.

Then I met him.

I was walking alone at night, dressed in black with a flashlight in my hand. My fingers clenched around it in my hoodie pocket. I heard a brief shriek and flattened against a wall. I was near an alley, so my heart suddenly exploded. It drummed against my ribcage and made my entire body tremble. I heard a couple more screams, and I started to think someone was getting mugged and/or raped. Slowly, I shifted over to the corner and peeked around the edge, a little curious.

I saw a glimmer of silver in the dark, along with a splatter of blood. I got out my flashlight and shined it down the alley with a brave shout of, "Who's there?!" And I was shocked.

There, like a lion of shadow, was the very villain whom I revered so greatly. Stain the hero killer. Limp in his arm was a certain whimpering hero who had a cut on her face. Her flowing blonde hair dripped over her frightened, paralyzed face. The villain suddenly became alert and pulled out his knife, teeth-like serrations glimmering in the flashlight's beam.

"Cupid..." I uttered quietly to myself.

"k..kid..." She managed pitifully, "pluh...please...help..m-me..."

Stain didn't move. Cupid kept begging me in a soft, helpless voice, but I wasn't cowed. I turned my flashlight off and drew myself to my full height. The dim light of the streetlamp down the sidewalk cast my elongated shadow across the ground of the alleyway and up the wall.

"Get on your knees and plead," I commanded her.

Stain's narrow eyes fell on me and he threw Cupid on the floor. She skidded across the ground painfully until she was at my feet. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked upwards. She screamed in pain and sobbed, bleeding through her ripped hero costume.

"Please...please I-I'm begging you... please...help me..." She sobbed, tears dripping down her cheeks. It was a beautiful sight. A pro-hero cowering to me- a nobody teenager who she'd wronged before. "Please...I..'d do anything..."

A wicked smile itched at my lips. "Anything? Oh, Cupid. You should choose your words wisely." I whipped out the pocket knife I'd been hiding and sliced her throat. "but I'll be nice and help you die."

Blood sprayed out of her mouth and her bloodshot eyes rolled back. A deathly cry ruptured from her mouth as she fell to the ground, helplessly reaching for her neck. In a mere 20 seconds, she was dead. I stared at her body, lifeless and limp. She'd died a frightful death. And yet... I wanted to do it again. 

"Who are you?" Stain's deep, gravelly voice came from the darkness, "A villain?"

"A wannabe, you could say," I tried to sound calm, but I was terrified out of my wits, "Of you. I revere you... Stain."

"Hmm..." He thought for a moment. Slowly, he slunk up to me through the darkness. I felt like I was in the presence of a king when he stood in front of me and looked down. With a sinister, toothy smile, he said, "You killed someone just now."

"I know,"

"How did it feel?"

"...She'd wronged me. It felt good to get revenge," I told him honestly.

"Revenge, you say? Revenge is sweet," He remarked, "Anyone else you want revenge on?"

An image of Kacchan flashed through my mind. His taunting smile, his sensitive temper, the way he would bully me constantly as a child. The way he... called me Deku. My teeth ground together and I felt my hands twitch, lusting for his blood to grace them. "Yes."

"Then I have a little group of friends I think you'd like to meet," He persuaded me, a hand resting gently on my shoulder. I looked up at him and felt a strange rush of courage boil through my veins.

"I think I would."