Blood Rush (MHA X Female Villain Reader)

Prologue

(???'s P.O.V) 1 year ago . . . 9.13 p.m.

I walk down the street, getting back to my home to see my husband and three children after a long day of work saving lives and stopping villains. As I near my house, I hear crying down an alleyway. Curious, I go and investigate, like a pro always should do.

I turn the corner into the alleyway that I can hear the crying come from. At the far end, I see a silhouette of a child, maybe around eight, nine, or ten years old? I couldn't tell from here but I could tell that the child was young.

I walk towards the child until I am about a meter away from the child. "Hello?" I inquire. "Are you okay? A child as young as you shouldn't be out here all alone at this time of night."

The child then looks up, and I jump away in shock. The child, a boy, his eyes were lit on fire!

"Hello, Elasticity." He softly says, sounding sinister. "I was looking for you."

"What for?" I ask, starting to get worried. "Also, why are your eyes on fire."

"To see where you were. It's my quirk." He simply states. "Anyways, there is something that I needed to tell you. It's really important."

"Okay then, I'll bite." I start, feeling more reassured, probably just some fanboy with a superhero crush or something. "What do you want to tell me?"

What he said in reply filled me with dread.

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"Your husband is a bad man." He tells me in a low voice.

"Why?" I ask, extremely curious as to what the boy was getting to.

"He owes a lot of people a lot of money." He tells me. "Such as my step-father and the Shie Hassaikai, who he hasn't payed money to for months. They sent me to show him the consequences of his disobedience."

I then stretch out one arm and it wraps around his waist and lifts him slightly off the ground.

"Who are you?!" I ask, raising my voice.

He giggles and digs his hand into a bag by his side that I didn't even know was there, and puts on a mask, split in half vertically, of black and white.

"You may call me Psychopomp." He calls out eerily. 

"You." I stutter, shocked. "You're the villain who killed the hero Angel? How?!" I exclaim in disbelief. "You stabbed him repeatedly, even after he was dead!"

He looks up at me, with dull eyes, no longer glowing. "Do you wanna know why I killed him, and why I am a villain?"

"Yes, I would like to very much." I reply, not knowing that I would regret walking down this alleyway, for the rest of my life, however short that may turn out to be, and beyond.

"You see, both of my parents were villains. Really, that's just what society calls them. The heroes they killed were all fakes. They only cared about the money. They deemed many heroes worthy, and I idolised them. But they wouldn't allow me. . . to become like them. They wanted me to become a hero, a proper hero, saving lives not for money or fame, just so the people could be safer. They never killed a single civilian, only the fakes. But then, one day, All Might killed them, leaving me with no immediate family. Then, I found out I had an uncle, who is practically my father now, that's why I call him my step-father, an I stayed with him. He helped me. And now. . . I'm going to help society. Rid them of worthless heroes. I mean, you- you are worthy, but your husband must pay, both literally and mentally. This is probably the only kill I will ever regret, but step-father is forcing me to, and the Shie Hassaikai, who my step-father works with."

"If you will regret killing me, then don't." I say softly to him, trying to comfort him.

(Psychopomp's P.O.V)

"You're probably right." I say, sounding really sad now. "And that's why. . . I'm sorry."

I pulled out a knife, probably what seemed to Elasticity as coming from out of nowhere, and I slice the elasticated arm, cutting it off from what seems like the elbow down. As I drop down, I prepare to run towards her. When me feet hit the ground I dash at the pro hero with surprising speed as I push the knife forwards, this time gutting her abdomen. She starts to bleed.

"Don't think that I don't know what I'm doing, just because I'm a child." I spit out, sounding insane and rageful.

I stab at insane speeds repeatedly, not letting her get even a punch it; she was in too much pain.

"I've been told to make this painful." I say callously. "But luckily for you, I will end it now, just because of my morals."

"You're. . . pathetic." She grumbles, barely able to move because of the immense pain that she's in.

"Oh, look! Looks like my mind has changed!" I say deliriously.  

I then bend over her, and gently slice the knife over both of her eyes.

She screamed. I laughed.

I then slit her throat and then laughed a bit more, stood up and left and alleyway, ready to go back to my step-father.

I send a quick text message on my phone to him.

Me: Mission Accomplished. Elasticity is dead. 

Step-father: Well Done, young child. It's due time to come back now. I don't like the Shie Hassaikai really, so you're never going to do another job for them, and the authorities will know that they are to blame for this death, also sends her husband a message, which benefits us both. See you soon.

Me: I'll be back at the scheduled time from my location to yours. 

I close off my phone and I start to make my way back home.

I hope you enjoyed this little prologue. Keep on reading to find out the future!

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