Deadmen Tell No Tales

Chapter One: The Red Man

  Izuku was sat at his desk miserably waiting for the teacher to arrive. His classmates were chattering to eachother, about how amazing their own quirks were, or how popular they would be as a hero.

  It was always the same.

  "Me Me Me."

  Their conversation never changed. Unless they were talking about him.

  The quirkless runt. Probably the only quirkless child in Japan, or even the East.  There were a few well known Quirkless people out there, like Melissa Shield, daughter of the famous David Shield, genius inventor, and All Might's partner back in the Young, Bronze and Silver ages of the number one hero.

  Izuku looked around the classroom.

  Their teacher was late. So was Kacchan.

  He vaguely wondered what was keeping them, but dismissed the thought.

  The prideful blonde was probably getting his ego stroked again. How amazing a hero he would be. How perfect his quirk was. How-

  Izuku's gaze stopped on the window.

  There was a figure. Blood red, with a strange looking set of armour. Or were those restraints? Izuku couldn't tell. The figure wore a billowing red cloak, and a smooth metal mask that his their face. The only visible inch of skin was around their mouth.

  Izuku flinched, as the thin line opened and widened into a feral smirk. The pale skin stretching around the demented smile.

  The greenette stood from the desk.

  "Who is that??" He asked.

  The rest of the class turned their barely interested gazed on him, before turning to what he was looking at.

  The class froze, until the figure raised a hand.

  Someone yelled in panic, scrambling for the door, just as a crimson.. something swirled around the figure.

  Izuku's analytical mind registered one thing.

  "Blood control?"

  The classroom exploded.

  Izuku opened his eyes blearily, only able to see red.

  *Did my eyes get damaged..?* He thought to himself.

  He scrambled up to a sitting position once he realized that he was completely unharmed.

  It was the classroom.

  The classroom was painted red. There were misshapen lumps all over the room, painted in the same red. The desks were splinters, the wall to the outside was obliterated. And everyone was dead.

  Izuku stared wide eyed at the red figure stood in the middle of the room.

  Their head twisted to Izuku, and they let out a noise through their clenched teeth.

  "Ksh!" They grinned.

  The once grey armour was now blood red. The billowing cloak the same colour, but hanging limp and soggy on the figure's back.

  Izuku felt like throwing up.

  "A-a-a v-villain..." He whispered to himself.

  The figure crept towards Izuku, who could only watch in fear as a red crystal formed in their hand.

  The gem shot forwards, embedding itself into Izuku's chest with such force that he slammed into the wall and passed out.

  That was how the police found him a few minutes later, completely uninjured, and drenched in his classmate's blood and entrails.

  Izuku awoke in a hospital bed, not quite remembering how he got there.

  "The red man.." he muttered to himself, his eyes pricking with tears.

  The door opened, and a couple of police officers stepped in.

  Izuku tried to sit up and greet them politely, but found he was handcuffed to the hospital bed.

  They looked down at him sternly, while a third man stepped in after them.

  "Izuku Midoriya, you are under arrest for the massacre of 18 students, and falsifying your quirk records. You have the right to remain silent, and anything you say can and will be used against you."

  Izuku stared in shock at the third man, not believing this was real.

  "What? I didn't k-kill anybody! It was the red man! He floated outside our classroom window and made it explode!" He said.

  The police men only scoffed.

  "A quirk that lets you float and explode stuff? Not possible kid, try thinking of a better lie."

  With that, the trio left, closing the door a little more forcefully than needed. Izuku only caught a few words from the retreating law- enforcers.

  "-dusgusting-"

  "-brutal-"

  "-psychotic-"

  Izuku stared up at the ceiling and cried, completely alone.

 
  "As there is no proof that Izuku Midoriya is Innocent, and the fact that he and his mother falsified his quirk registry, the defendant can only be deemed Guilty!" The judge declared.

  Izuku stared blankly at nothing.

  He was going to prison. For life. For a crime he hadn't committed.

  Izuku didn't notice the police leading him away, firm grips on his upper arms. He didn't notice the rubbish and insults hurled his way from the crowd outside the courthouse.

  He didn't notice being shoved into a police car and driven away. Far, far away.

  He didn't react when he was thrown into a cold, hard prison cell.

  Izuku's eyebrows twitched downwards as he lay on the cold bed.

  *Wait.. falsified quirk registry?*