the smell of blood and gasoline -a Villain Deku one shot-

the smell of blood and gasoline

He stood on the roof of the building, wind whipping his hair in every direction. He pulled a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and used it to wipe the blood off his knife. Dark red droplets fell onto his shoes and streaked off onto the ground. He gazed out at the city, busy and loud despite it being night. Delicately folding it first, he placed the handkerchief back in his pocket. He simply tossed the knife onto the ground. After all, he had no use for it anymore. He took a last look out at the city before turning to the staircase behind him. Slowly, deliberately, he walked down, each step echoing in the hallway. The building was only three stories high and fairly abandoned, but tonight somebody had visited that wouldn't be returning home. The killer stopped and chuckled lightly, shaking his head. He looked down at his hand, wet with blood. His laughs grew louder, and the louder they got the crazier they sounded.

He jerked his hand out and slapped the wall. He stood like this, arm outstretched, hand flat against the wall, for a moment before continuing his walk down the hall, now dragging his fingers along. The lines of blood followed him like ghosts, until there was no blood left on his fingers. He clicked his tongue disdainfully. Again, he shook his head, but this time no crazed laughter accompanied it. His bright green eyes glared down at the floor, slicked and wet. But this time it wasn't with blood. His thin lips curled into a smile and he continued on his way, humming an eerie tune. He reached the end of the hall and continued down through the stairwell, towards the first floor. Cursing, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Is it done?" The voice answered after only two rings.

"Yep!" He said cheerfully. He had made sure to hold the phone with the hand he had dragged along the wall, as to not dirty it with blood.

"Good job, Deku." On the other end, Dabi grinned in approval. In the background, Toga screamed: "That was fast! How do you do it?"

Deku giggled. "A magician never reveals his secrets!"

"Yeah, yeah, just get out of there. We can't have you getting caught." Deku could hear the hatred in Dabi's voice. Of course, it was nothing personal; Dabi just hated everything.

Deku, having reached the entrance, pushed open the front doors and stepped into the cool night air. "Oh!" He cried, and stepped back in. "I almost forgot." His face contorted in a mask of pure, sinister glee as he pulled a match out of his pocket. He giggled in anticipation and excitement.

"Deku. What are you doing?" Toga's voice warbled out of the phone, muffled and distorted. Deku either didn't hear or chose to ignore her. He studied the match, turning it in his fingers, humming the same song as before. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of gasoline that filled the air. It was one of his favorite things in the world. A smile crept on his face, ear to ear and full of lust.

"Everybody in the world knows I'm a little twisted," He sang softly to himself. "Twisted, twisted... "

He struck the match against the wall and watched it burn for a moment before turning and flicking it onto the ground as he walked out. Instantly, the hallway flooded with a blazing inferno. Reds and yellows and oranges danced and crackled, lighting up the building. The air around it rippled with heat then filled with smoke. Deku stood outside and admired his handiwork, watching as the building went up in flames, his bright green eyes sparkling like a child's on Christmas morning. The gasoline worked like a fuse, the blaze snaking up the stairs, through the halls, enveloping the building in searing-hot fire. Smoke billowed out from every side; in the distance, sirens screamed.

Suddenly, Deku was gone; half a block away, his hood obstructing his face, hands and phone stuffed in his hoodie pocket, earbud wires connecting the phone to his ears.