Reaper- OC in MHA

Chapter 1: Flashback

Thalia

Blood. That's all I saw. Blood everywhere. Splattered on buildings and street signs, flowing down the road, seeping through the ground, filling the air with its metallic scent. My eyes were wide as I stared at the destruction around me. Burning buildings, scorched cars, chunks missing from the road, wreckage falling and people trying to escape. I stood in the middle of it all, unable to move. Unable to move, because before me lay my parents' bodies.

I shot up in my bed, gasping. That nightmare. It had felt as real as the day it had happened. Four years since my parents had been murdered, and the memory was still fresh in my mind. But that was good. Better these nightmares than forgetting them. I lay back down slowly, remembering the day it had happened.

We had been on our daily jog. Oh, yeah. I should mention, my parents were the notorious vigilantes, Blood Debt. Well, continuing on. As we had been crossing the street, a villain had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. He had grabbed the civilians nearest him, using them as hostages as he ran through the square, destroying everything in his path. Around us, civilians raced away, screaming. But not my parents. It had taken no time at all for them to don their vigilante outfits, which they always kept on them for this exact reason. They had rushed out, slipping silently through the shadows, making their way towards the villain without alerting anyone of their presence. Once they had reached the villain, they worked together, wearing his quirk down with precise slashes of a multitude of blades, working together and alone, a well-oiled machine. You would never have thought that they were Quirkless, but they were. Hard training had made them near unstoppable. And I was their apprentice. Within the span of a few minutes, the villain had been knocked out and tied up. My parents bore no injuries, save for a few scrapes and bruises. I had smiled. It was always exhilarating to watch my parents fight.

The police had shown up mere seconds after my parents were done. "STOP!" They had screamed. "POLICE!" My parents had waved, a sign of acknowledgement, when it came. A lightning-fast blur of blue, red, and yellow. I had shielded my eyes from the whoosh of wind that reached all the way to where I had been standing. When I lowered my hand, my parents were dead. Beside their bodies, he stood. He waved at the news helicopter that flew overhead, and smiled that infuriating smile at the hostages. "It's fine now. Why?" I had seen red. This man. Supposedly a great hero. Was standing by my parents' dead bodies, shouting "I AM HERE!" Yeah, he had been there, all right. I had lost control of my body, sprinting forwards with a sob. "M-mom! Dad!" I threw myself towards their bodies. I had grabbed my mom's cold hand, sobbing when I felt no pulse. I did the same with my father. All Might had leaned down and reached out a hand, but I had slapped it away. "You did this." He had given me a pained smile, starting to spout some nonsense. "Young girl, your parents were breaking the law-" Something snapped in me when he said that. Who cared if they broke the law? They had saved hundreds. "YOU DID THIS!" That's when I felt it. A sense of power. My senses suddenly felt sharper. I could see my parents' bodies in even more vivid detail, smell the ever stronger scent of blood. I could feel my hair billowing out around me, and my eyes felt warm. I realized that I was hovering about a foot off the ground. I looked down to see something in my hand... A scythe, realized. Wait... did I have a quirk? That's when I had passed out.

I woke up the next day, according to a nurse. She had given me a comforting smile. Why am I here? I had wondered, before realizing. I had scrambled for the remote sitting on my bedside table, selecting a news channel. Sure enough, a picture of All Might took up the screen. The caption read 'All Might saves the day again!" A news reporter came on screen, talking about how lucky America was to have the number one hero protecting them. He talked about the villain, explaining his quirk, before saying something that I carried with me to this day. "...The villain was found to be working with vigilantes Blood Debt. Luckily, All Might caught him, though Blood Debt were unfortunately killed." My parents. Working with the villain? My parents, who had dedicated their lives to protecting others? My Quirkless parents, who had continued to serve a society that had discriminated against them their entire lives? Working with villains?

That's when I had made my decision. I was going to fix this world that allowed the powerful to get away with anything. Stop the discrimination and corruption that had worked its way through the world.

I shook my head to bring myself back to the present. That was the day I had realized how fucked up society was. They celebrated a cold-blooded murderer. Even the people who had witnessed my parents' deaths, the police officers who had been waved at, swore that they had seen my parents taking hostages and threatening all who dared cross them. They hadn't even been there! I took a deep breath to calm my ragged breathing. No use in dwelling on that now. I had a world to save. Yes, a world. I had considered hunting down the corrupt heroes and power players, but that's not what my parents would have wanted. No, I was going to do this the hard way. Rise to the top of the hero rankings and show them how wrong they were.

Hello! This is my fist xOC fanfiction and my first MHA/BnHA fanfiction! If you're seeing this, then thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. 

If I end up using art in this book, it is not mine. If I know who it belongs to, I will credit them. 

I'm not familiar with Japanese honorifics. I read the Wikipedia page on them, but I'm not sure how accurate that is, so I'm not going to use them for fear of messing up.

~950 words

published Jan 24th, 2020